Chapter 185: Storm Pope

Twilight City, when dusk is near.

A cyan giant eagle soars in the sky above the city, bringing quite a bit of exclamation and panic to the passersby who look up below.

After all, anyone could see that this giant eagle was absolutely a powerful magical beast.

Fortunately, the giant eagle soon flapped its wings and ascended, disappearing into the layers of clouds, which also made the patrolling knights let out a long sigh of relief.

"Could that heterochromatic-eyed person be connected to the Masha family?"

On the eagle's back, Osirion looked at the pointer of the Bai Yin Luo Pan in his hand that was firmly motionless, his brows slightly furrowed.

When riding the Hurricane Eagle for low-altitude flight earlier, he used the Luo Pan to probe in various locations, and in the end, the pointer pointed to the very center of this city-state—Red Fox Castle—without exception.

"In that case, perhaps it will take a little more time." Osirion said to himself.

His original plan was to find the heterochromatic-eyed person who had advanced to the Morning Star Rank and then kill them with one sword, even though his Pope father's order was to capture them alive...

This wasn't because he hated heterochromatic-eyed people or for the boring reason of maintaining justice, it was simply because the latter was too troublesome!

So, should he kill his way up to Red Fox Castle directly?

Anyway, the Masha family, whose strength had plummeted since the death of Red Fire, couldn't be his match even if everyone went up together.

Osirion hesitated for a moment, but gave up this quite tempting idea.

Killing one's way up to the castle of a Lord of the Region directly was almost equivalent to declaring war on all nobles, and even if he were the son of the current Pope, he would end up being grounded for a long time.

The most crucial thing was that he didn't like fighting with the weak.

"Let's go find the bishop of the church branch in this city and ask first."

Osirion's heart stirred, and the Hurricane Eagle beneath him quickly searched for the church in the city with its sharp eagle eyes.

Rider-Mount Telepathy: You can directly transmit the words, images, etc., in your heart to your mount's mind, and vice versa.

This was one of the abilities Osirion obtained when he advanced to a Crescent Moon Knight. It is said that this is an ability that many knights in history have dreamed of, but he himself was indifferent to it.

Especially since this dead bird would crazily transmit the image of a chicken to his mind whenever it was slightly hungry, which made him want to chop it with a sword in a fit of anger sometimes.

"Sith, I'm leaving. You fly around nearby, and... stop putting chickens in my mind!"

After the Hurricane Eagle searched for the target with its excellent eyesight, Osirion stood up and instructed.

Screech.

The Hurricane Eagle let out a lazy screech, not knowing if it had listened or not.

Swish!

Immediately afterward, Osirion jumped straight down from a height of several thousand meters.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

His body fell rapidly like a meteor, and the whistling airflow even sparked with his skin.

Falling from such a high altitude with a flesh-and-blood body, even for a Crescent Moon Knight, it would inevitably turn into a mass of blurred blood and foam the moment it touched the ground under normal circumstances.

However, he was a person who had received the blessing of the world and exceeded common sense.

Swish, swish, swish.

The next moment, countless gentle winds came from nowhere, gently supporting his body like a mother holding a baby.

The speed of the fall was thus stopped, and it was becoming slower and slower.

Descendant of the Divine Wind: You are a person favored by the wind, and all the winds in the world will cherish you like a mother.

This was a divine gift Osirion had carried since birth. Because of this divine gift, he was once hailed as the "Son of the Wind" by the people of Wind Breath City, but later, because of his extreme fanaticism for sword technique, the title gradually changed to Rift Wind Blade.

Storm Church.

In the hall, Bishop Lu En was wearing a clean white robe, standing under the statue of the God of Storm and Hunting, crossing his hands and praying devoutly.

"Great God, Lise is a good child. Please cast a ray of your gaze and let the Holy Knight who comes to capture her this time be a reasonable person!"

Lu En prayed while muttering to himself.

Boom!

At this moment, a huge collision sound behind him awakened him from his prayer.

Lu En immediately turned around vigilantly and gathered magic power, ready to release the Storm Divine Art.

However, the scene before him made him dumbfounded—I saw a big hole in the roof of the church, and a tall young man with long green hair, looking somewhat unruly and dashing, was half-lying in the ruins beneath him, revealing a smile and waving at Lu En as if nothing had happened.

"You must be Lu En, the bishop of the Twilight City branch, right? I am Osirion. Can you please let me have a cup of tea first? I want to taste the specialties here." The young man said easily and comfortably.

The moment he heard this name, although a smile bloomed on Bishop Lu En's round face, he secretly thought it was bad in his heart.

The Pope sent the most troublesome Holy Knight!

Reception hall.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

Osirion sat on the sofa, picked up the scalding teapot, and poured it directly into his mouth, drinking the mellow tea in large gulps like a cow, without noticing the look of heartache on Bishop Lu En's face opposite him.

What a waste, this is the top-grade Twilight tea that even I am reluctant to drink!

"Huff, worthy of being the tea that enjoys a reputation across the entire continent, it is indeed delicious."

Osirion wiped the tea residue from the corner of his mouth, a look of satisfaction appearing on his rugged face.

"Bishop Lu En, thank you for your hospitality."

"It's nothing. You traveled thousands of miles to get here to execute the Pope's orders, so a little tea is not hospitality," Lu En said politely.

"So, do you already know the purpose of my coming here?"

"Just a little guess, it should be related to the heterochromatic-eyed person."

"Exactly. Bishop Lu En, the Bai Yin Luo Pan of the Flowing Cloud Church pointed to the Southern Region last week, which means that a new heterochromatic-eyed person at the Morning Star Rank was born here, and you, as the bishop of the Southern Region, failed to report any information about the other party before this..."

When he said this, Osirion's pale green eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp sword intent like the tip of a sword blade erupted from his body.

And Bishop Lu En, who faced this sword intent directly, only felt as if he were being held against his neck by countless swords, and all the muscles in his body trembled uncontrollably.

He was very clear that in the matter of Lise, he had already committed the crime of negligence and shielding, and as a Holy Knight, and noble son of the Pope, Osirion could completely execute him on the spot without bearing any guilt.

"Sigh, after completing the task, it will take a long time on the way back. If only there were a few pots of tea to accompany me!"

Just as Bishop Lu En was racking his brains to think about how to explain, he suddenly heard Osirion opposite him sighing gloomily while holding his forehead.

At this moment, Bishop Lu En suddenly realized.

"I... I... I still have a few bags of Twilight tea in the cabinet, I will give them all to you."

"Hahaha, Bishop, you are indeed a person who does his duty. It must be that the abominable Masha family covered up the news of the heterochromatic-eyed person."

After accepting the tea, the sharp sword intent from before vanished instantly, and the Holy Knight laughed and patted Lu En on the shoulder.

This guy, his face changes faster than mine... Bishop Lu En couldn't help but slander in his heart.

However, it seemed that he didn't look as "unreasonable" as the rumors said. Maybe he could try to probe his tone.

"Cough, cough. Holy Knight Lord, the relationship involving that heterochromatic-eyed person is a bit complicated..." Lu En said slowly.

"Are you saying that there is a big shot with an unimaginable status, whom even my father has to treat with caution, who wants to protect that heterochromatic-eyed person?"

After listening to Lu En's account, Osirion's brows tightened.

"Exactly. Due to the oath, I cannot reveal the specific identity of that big shot, but I am willing to swear to the great God of Storm and Hunting that even if that Lord were the Pope, he would have to treat him with courtesy."

Bishop Lu En said solemnly. In a sense, he did this for the Storm Church. After all, there was really no need to make an enemy of the Lord who possessed the 'Wang Zhi Jiao Zi' blessing because of a kind child.

Osirion's expression froze. No matter how unlearned he was, he knew that for believers, especially transcendentals like Lu En who walked the path of a priest, breaking an oath to God was a punishment more terrifying than death.

That is to say, it can be determined that what he just said is true...

"That big shot, must be very strong, right?"

After a long silence, Osirion suddenly spoke, his tone filled with uncontrollable excitement.

"That Lord is a magician, and he is not proficient in sword technique."

Bishop Lu En, who guessed the thoughts of the Holy Knight in front of him through his series of shocking pasts, immediately explained in a panic.

"... However, there must be guards with strong sword techniques around that Lord, right?" Osirion was unwilling to give up.

Lu En's expression froze.

As someone who was half of the Red Fox Castle's own people, he had vaguely heard that the Lord had once summoned a golden-haired attendant who killed three Crescent Moon powerhouses with one sword, and even the brilliant sword light submerged one-tenth of the city square.

And Osirion had already seen the clues from his change in expression. He stood up with a laugh and walked toward the door.

"Bishop Lu En, I'll be back soon. Of course, if I don't come back, remember to collect my corpse, and by the way, tell my old man that I'll wait for him in the underworld to have a drink."

Hearing this, Lu En's expression became terrified. If the Pope's son attacked the Lord, no matter which side died, the impact on him would be no less than the sky falling.

"Osirion, you will make the entire Storm Church fall into an abyss of no return..."

"Wind, please bind him for me!"

Bishop Lu En still wanted to chase after him to persuade him, but after Osirion shouted, all the windows in the reception hall were blown open by the wind.

Streams of flowing wind came from the windows, like invisible ropes, wrapping Bishop Lu En tightly, and even his mouth was blocked.

So Lu En could only watch Osirion gradually disappear from his field of vision with desperate and angry eyes.

The divine gift of Descendant of the Divine Wind is really too powerful. A casual sentence can exert power no less than the Storm Divine Art.

God of Storm, why did you bestow blessings upon such a wild and lawless person?

Bishop Lu En had doubts about the God he believed in for the first time in his life.

Red Fox Castle, evening.

The moonlight was shattered by the thick clouds, leaving only a few strands of bright moonlight, barely outlining the silhouette of the castle.

Xia Mingyu, who had just finished a meal, stepped on the stone steps covered with moss and walked up the city wall to get some air.

Luo Yi and Luo Lan, the two brothers, followed him silently as guards. As for Karon, he was ordered by Xia Mingyu to focus on protecting Lise.

After all, the Holy Knight of the Storm Church who came to capture her could appear at any time.

Swish, swish, swish.

Xia Mingyu rested his hands on the crenels of the city wall, feeling the freshness of the night wind blowing on his face, and felt that the stuffiness of being a homebody in the library all day dissipated a lot.

Tap, tap.

At this moment, a slight sound of footsteps suddenly came from the steps behind them.

"Who, who is it!"

Luo Yi immediately blocked in front of Xia Mingyu for the first time and questioned loudly.

"Don't be so nervous, maybe it's a patrolling soldier..."

Before Xia Mingyu could finish speaking, he saw a figure completely draped in a black robe and wearing a mask walking out from the steps, holding a pitch-black long sword.

This outfit was exactly the same as those Faceless people who had assassinated him earlier.

No way, again?

It hasn't been long since the last assassination, am I that hateful?

Xia Mingyu's mouth twitched. He had a premonition that the other party dared to walk up so openly, and their strength would likely be one level higher than their side.

Bang, bang!

While he was thinking about these things, Luo Yi and Luo Lan, the two brothers, had already drawn the long swords from their waists and erupted with magic power, turning into afterimages and rushing toward this suddenly appearing Faceless person from two different directions.

And facing the simultaneous attack of two New Moon Knights, the person just silently raised the pitch-black long sword in his hand.

Clang, clang, clang!

Sword light appeared.

That black sword was as hard to hide as a poisonous snake hidden in the grass in the dim light of the night, and its sword technique was incredibly fast, as if it had slashed out more than ten sword lights in an instant.

Rip.

Just a few seconds after the blades met, a hair-raising tearing sound of sword blades cutting through flesh and blood rang out on the silent city wall.

Luo Yi and Luo Lan looked at the sword wounds that almost split their entire chests open, their expressions full of disbelief.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Blood sprayed out, and the two fell to the ground with unwillingness on their faces.

Instantly killing two New Moon Knights?!

Xia Mingyu, who saw this horrifying scene, had his pupils shrink. He immediately activated the ability "Share Hatred," but it was a pity that there was no response because the cooldown period had not ended.

Without hesitation, Xia Mingyu chose to hide his right hand behind his back and snapped his fingers almost silently.

The next moment, a bunch of red roses grew stubbornly in a brick crack on the city wall, which was dozens of meters high behind him.

However, unexpectedly, after solving Luo Yi and Luo Lan, this Faceless person did not launch an assassination attack for the first time, but said softly:

"Sage Lord, please rest assured, your two guards

Hearing this, Xia Mingyu's expression still did not relax in the slightest. While preparing to release the Exchange Magic, he stalled for time and asked:

"Do you want to kill me?"

"I do not wish to kill you, but orders are hard to defy; I need to consider my family."

The Faceless One was silent for a long time before speaking again.

"Please rest assured, I will grant you a painless death. A kind person like you will surely find happiness even when you reach the underworld."

"As for me, a person stained with sin, at least I do not wish to go to hell yet."

He raised his pitch-black longsword, preparing to release a sword technique to kill the frail sage before him in one blow.

However, the next instant, the gentle night wind on the city wall suddenly began to howl, as if celebrating someone's arrival.

"Finally... found one! A sword technique expert who can fight me!"

A voice that could not suppress its joy was carried here by the wind, arriving from afar.

(End of chapter)