Chapter 553: Let Me See

"Find them, you must find them!"

Bu Yisi said loudly, his expression serious; running away temporarily wasn't really anything.

The truly serious matter lay in the fact that becoming an Exorcist's Resonator didn't mean one would resonate with the Sacred Heart forever.

Death need not be mentioned; even while an Exorcist was alive, situations where they were no longer a Sacred Heart Resonator would occur.

Like that little old man who taught classes to these otherworlders — he was an Exorcist who could no longer resonate with the Sacred Heart.

The emergence of the inability to continue resonating was related to the Exorcist themselves.

That little old man was because of old age, his body failing, combat power declining, the resonance feeling with the Sacred Heart gradually decreasing until he thoroughly became an ordinary person.

There was also a portion of Exorcists whose physical condition was good, but whose psychological condition developed problems.

These Exorcists with mental issues, the most severe, would "Fall."

The consequences of Falling were unimaginable, a dark event in the Holy Order's history that few spoke of in detail.

Even Bu Yisi merely knew of it.

He absolutely could not let these three — four people Fall; once any of them showed signs of losing resonance, the Holy Order would employ every means.

There would be no more reservations whatsoever.

Losing the Sacred Heart was a massive loss; Falling was an unspeakable catastrophe.

Seeing the always-smiling Bu Yisi reveal such a serious expression, the high schooler beside him didn't dare speak loudly either.

He just drew circles in his heart cursing Tang Luo and the others.

Of course, Xiaotian Quan, by convention, was definitely not within the scope; she merely had her eyes covered.

As everyone knows, pretty girls are all pure, kind angels, sprites raised on dew.

All the world's filth has nothing to do with them; even their sh*t is colorful.

Following Bu Yisi's order, 80% of the Holy Order headquarters' field personnel moved out, including those who had just returned planning to take leave.

They were all dispatched to search for the fleeing Tang Luo and the other three.

An order was even issued that if the other party resisted, refusing to return, they were to be violently apprehended; killed if necessary.

People's weapons being ineffective against demons didn't mean they were ineffective against Exorcists.

Exorcists were simply strong, not unsolvable like demons.

A day passed quickly; field personnel reported back, no trace of Tang Luo and the others found, not even a hint of their whereabouts discovered.

These people seemed to have evaporated from the world.

Causing many to suspect whether some invisibility ability had awakened.

The second day, other regional field personnel were notified to act; as the search scale expanded further.

Bu Yisi arrived at the headquarters, the Exorcists' rest area.

He walked to a room's door and knocked.

Soon, the door opened; a large, bright bald head that could reflect light appeared in Bu Yisi's line of sight.

"What is it?" The big bald head looked at Bu Yisi, yawning as he asked.

"I want to ask you to find a few people." Bu Yisi said.

This bald head was naturally also an Exorcist.

Not all Exorcists were combat types; there also existed a minority of support-type Exorcists.

The Da Hait before him was a support-type Exorcist.

He was also a parasitic type, just that the Sacred Heart's parasitic location was a bit awkward — it had parasitized directly inside his head.

Although using his head to smash could likewise cause substantial damage to demons.

But this thing, as long as he didn't smash his head broken, no normal person would do.

Fortunately after parasitizing, this Exorcist quickly found his correct "use."

He could sense the positions of all resonant, owned Sacred Hearts within a certain range.

Equivalent to a human radar; if an Exorcist went missing, there was Da Hait's place to shine, and the entire Holy Order, including himself, hoped to advance further.

Then it would be very possible to even sense ownerless, un-resonated Sacred Hearts.

That situation would be different.

"Those 'Saviors' ran?" Hait's words carried a trace of mockery.

This world's Exorcists held no goodwill toward outsiders, just like local merchants not doing well, so above they attract investment.

Rationally speaking, the summoned otherworlders were here to help them, to save the entire world (humanity).

But emotionally speaking, the existence of otherworld Exorcists was precisely the mark of these native Exorcists' incompetence.

Now that something happened, there was inevitably some schadenfreude.

"Four ran, fundamentally no one discovered it." Bu Yisi said, "You try finding them."

"Okay." Hait nodded, "After finding them, what's the plan?"

"Naturally bring them back." Bu Yisi said with a cold face.

"Wait a moment." Hait returned to his room; inside his room lay a map centered on the Holy Order headquarters, its range not small.

The map's range was also his current sensing range; within the range, owned Sacred Hearts couldn't escape his sensing, their positions would be pinpointed by him.

Hait looked at the map and asked: "No need to mark current positions inside headquarters, right?"

"How many people? Including you." Bu Yisi asked.

"68."

"Then the count is correct." Bu Yisi said, "No problem."

Thirty-odd Exorcists at headquarters, plus thirty-odd high schoolers who had already resonated with the Sacred Heart, exactly 68 people.

"The ones in this city don't need marking either, right?" Hait pointed at the map, the city nearest headquarters, which was also where Tang Luo and the others fell from the sky.

He knew a bit about the situation; if they couldn't find someone in a short while, Buyi Si probably wouldn't have come looking for him.

Since a day had already passed, the city must have been searched, and they were certain there was no trace of Tang Luo and the four others.

The field personnel of the Holy Group were still quite capable.

"No need." Buyi Si shook his head. "Let's start from the farthest."

"Then there's nothing." Hai Te shrugged his shoulders.

"Huh?" Buyi Si froze.

"There's none." Hai Te said, "Ten exorcists in the city, nowhere else."

"How could that be?" Buyi Si frowned. "How little time has passed? These guys are unfamiliar with the place—how could they possibly run this far?"

"Could it be?"

Buyi Si suddenly had a bad feeling. Could it be that these guys fled the battlefield and could no longer resonate with the Holy Heart?

No, that's not right. After people from another world resonate with the Holy Heart, even if they flee and refuse to fight, there has never been a case of "disqualification."

"Perhaps they're especially good at running away? Or maybe they have the ability to conceal Hai Te's perception?" Buyi Si looked at Hai Te.

Hai Te was a bit displeased: "I won't make a mistake."

"I'm not doubting you made a mistake, just wondering where these guys hid." Buyi Si thanked Hai Te and left.

On the third day, there was still no news of Tang Luo and the others.

No news meant bad news.

Buyi Si's face remained gloomy.

But over these three days, at least some good news came through: an exorcist had successfully taken over a Holy Heart obtained by field personnel and would soon return to headquarters.

It was a bare compensation for the bad news.

—

On the "wu wu wu" train to headquarters, Tang Luo sat on a soft seat, watching the scenery outside the window continuously recede.

Opposite him sat two exorcists, and another exorcist lay on the seat across the aisle.

The other seats in this car were occupied by field personnel.

The car was silent; the solemn atmosphere carried a hint of eeriness and oppression.

Those field personnel each watched their noses, their noses watched their hearts, wishing they could run to the less luxurious cars behind to enjoy hard seats and stench.

At least better than sitting here like on pins and needles.

What made the field personnel so nervous was naturally the four exorcists on the train.

To be precise, it was because of that white-haired exorcist.

The initial meeting of the four exorcists was not pleasant, and the reason was simple: three exorcists had worked hard and rushed over as fast as possible to prevent the Holy Heart from falling into demon hands.

But when they arrived, they found there was nothing for them to do—they had run for nothing.

Clearly it was our mission, yet someone had snatched it away?

To be precise, these exorcists received the message midway but still insisted on coming, wanting to see who had snatched it.

They were indeed the nearest exorcists to the location, no doubt.

Were there other exorcists with such efficiency? Even faster than them.

As exorcists are a scarce resource, scheduling conflicts in deployment are actually not a good thing.

Since we've already decided to come, you should at least have notified us in time—we've already run halfway, and we don't understand the rules.

I didn't expect that upon meeting, we'd encounter a pure newcomer who popped out of nowhere at some point, knowing nothing.

As a senior exorcist, it's only natural to tell newcomers some necessary rules, and also to require everyone to jointly guard the Holy Heart and send it to headquarters—nothing excessive about that.

We'll share the merits.

I didn't expect this white-haired kid to actually refuse?

That won't do; the senior's "iron fist of rules" must come down—it's for your own good.

New exorcists easily make the mistake of "I'm the greatest under heaven," and it's still okay to be a bit arrogant toward one's own people.

But if they encounter a demon and are still overly arrogant, the consequence could be their own lives.

So those field personnel ended up witnessing a fight that, when recalled now, still feels somewhat painful.

One-sided domination.

That white-haired exorcist, unknown to anyone, newly appeared, single-handedly hung up and beat three capable senior exorcists.

One-handed violent beating.

Fancy domination.

Spiral ascending heavenly splendid strike.

What's most terrifying is that this white-haired exorcist also knows "healing technique"—after beating someone half to death, he asks if they submit.

If not? Fine, you have backbone—I, Tang Luo, admire people like you.

I'll heal you so you can keep fighting—don't worry, I guarantee I won't kill you.

So the three seniors submitted.

The group of field personnel accompanying them even prostrated themselves completely, and at the same time dared not speak—we know nothing.

Tang Luo, watching the scenery, had faint light flickering between his fingers, his fingers flexing and tapping.

The Holy Heart fluttered like a flower butterfly between his fingers.

Hmm, it also very much attracts bees and butterflies.

Other exorcists, after obtaining the Holy Heart, often take off their uniforms for safety's sake.

This one, however, openly holds and plays with it in his hand, afraid he won't be able to attract demons.

"Show me your weapons." The fluttering Holy Heart stopped; Tang Luo withdrew his gaze from the scenery, looked at the two exorcists before him, and said.