Chapter 576: Don't Rush to Seek Death

The secret chamber's poison gas, the first killing move, was also the one Cole Sith and the others had pinned high hopes on.

If it could be successfully deployed, it would basically cement victory — at least that was what they originally thought.

Unexpectedly, later there were gunshots and cannon fire, and the second killing move was also brought out.

But it didn't matter; poisoned and weakened, terrain factors plus the interwoven firepower net were enough to tear him to shreds.

This second killing move was enough...

Then, one by one, everyone fell off their chairs, in a sorry state.

Their third killing move, also their final trump card, was also revealed.

Including the people in the fortress, no one knew that the councilors had long since arranged death warriors, secretly burying high-power high-explosives.

If the situation went wrong, they would no longer count any loss, turning the entire branch into Tang Luo's tomb.

Burying him completely within it.

In a few decades, they could just dig up the Sacred Heart again.

This third killing move, to tell the truth, the councilors didn't want to use it at all; establishing such a branch was not easy, and there was the consumption of weapons and vitality.

Enough to make them and the moneybags behind them ache for a good while.

Wanting to rebuild wasn't a one-day affair either; personnel losses weren't small — many were rare talents.

After a good long while, Cole and the others slowly sat back in their chairs, cursing low: "Using the whole branch to bury him with, that's letting him off easy!"

"Damned otherworlder!"

The others didn't look any better; they'd won, but it was already close to a pyrrhic victory, losses were not small.

Stifling chest tightness, partly due to the shock of the huge explosion just now, partly psychological factors.

Cole and them looked toward the place shrouded in thick fog and firelight; even the branch's original outline could no longer be seen, it had already thoroughly become a ruin.

That place would temporarily be a forbidden zone; sending people to verify the corpse wasn't urgent.

Moreover, the corpse most likely couldn't be found; at best maybe half a charred black thing?

Finding the Sacred Heart and retrieving it would do.

"Since Tang Luo has already been dealt with," Cole spoke up, "there's another matter I want to discuss with everyone."

"Speak."

The rest sat there, with an expression of "hurry up and finish so we can go home and sleep."

Getting shaken up really wasn't too comfortable.

Speaking of which, this guy Cole was actually fine, luck really not bad, that masked bodyguard, seemed to have some skill?

Maybe just now it was he who protected Cole.

Just wearing a mask, maybe disfigured, that wouldn't be good to bring out.

"The matter is, from now on the Holy Regiment follows my word, what do you all think?" Cole's map exhausted, dagger revealed.

"??"

The expressions on the others' faces were quite spectacular.

"Have you gone mad?"

"No, just who did you hook up with?"

"Not impossible, as long as you kneel down and lick my shoes."

The councilors each reacted differently, some strangely, some surprised, some mocking, only none believing.

Cole's face showed a cold smile, he stood up, turned and knelt on one knee: "Master."

"..."

Everyone's eyes narrowed, the bodyguards' hands already reaching inside their clothes, by the time they came out guns would be in hand, aimed at Cole and that "Master."

Although only handguns, with over a dozen people, turning those two into sieves would be no problem.

"Rise."

The masked man spoke, removing the black cloth and hat from his face, revealing his true appearance.

"It's you!"

"Abel!"

Two councilors cried out in alarm, they knew this person, had met a few times, taken no small amount of money, and personally seen his corpse.

Precisely the Abel who fell down the stairs and died!

Also the one Tang Luo designated as Divine Scion, didn't expect he was still alive — okay, about Abel still being alive.

Everyone wasn't especially surprised, a body double, not an impossible operation, everyone's familiarity with Abel wasn't high, being fooled was normal.

What everyone was surprised at was Abel appearing here.

Simultaneously a thought was born, Abel is a Divine Scion!

They were bewitched by Cole, hearts leaning toward Divine Scion being fabricated by Tang Luo and the Exorcists, therefore felt nothing to fear.

Tang Luo's blade that would hurt himself, broken is broken.

Anyway there are still thirty-plus otherworlders serving as Exorcists, definitely can't compare to Tang Luo, but enough.

Plus the five Generals' strength is also stronger than before.

The Holy Regiment's situation now is much better, long since past the time half a year ago when they needed to summon otherworlders to replenish combat strength.

But looking now, Divine Scions really exist!

This is a bit bad.

Most bad is, a Divine Scion directly appeared before their eyes.

The instant they shouted out Abel's identity, those bodyguards didn't hesitate in the slightest, directly opening fire.

They followed the councilors, knew no small secrets, acted extremely decisively.

Bullets came flying; Abel let out a light chuckle, and without any visible movement from him, the bullets hurtling toward him and Cole all halted in midair.

The next second, every bullet flew back in reverse, and those bodyguards collapsed one after another.

"Divine Scion!"

"It really is a Divine Scion!"

The councilors looked as if their parents had just died, knowing they were finished this time.

In the past, they would often have one or two exorcists accompany them for protection, to avoid being ambushed by demons.

Although they tried to keep their identities secret as well, they couldn't guarantee the demons wouldn't find out; killing them would hurt the Holy Order no less than killing exorcists.

But this time, to set a death trap for Tang Luo, they worried those exorcists might hesitate to harm their own kind, so they didn't let them come along.

Even if those few exorcists were loyal to the Council of Seven, they still had to be guarded against.

They never expected a Divine Scion would suddenly appear!

"Cole Sith! You are a sinner of humanity! May you die a terrible death!" Someone cursed viciously; dead either way, might as well vent before the end.

"You're worse than a pig or dog!"

"May your whole family be wiped out!"

"F*** your mother, you *****!"

When these people really started cursing, they were truly vulgar; the first two lines Cole could still meet with a cold sneer — just the howls of defeated dogs.

But hearing the rest, he instantly flared with rage, seven orifices smoking, itching to charge in and fight them to the death.

"You—!"

Cole drew the gun he carried; those councilors reacted fast too, drawing and firing directly.

A volley of shots rang out; one man's arm was hit, and he rolled on the ground in pain, transmuting agony into power, still cursing Cole wildly.

Everyone's marksmanship — their gunplay — was truly lousy.

"Master." Cole looked at Abel.

Abel didn't even glance at Cole; sitting in his chair he said, "Are you ordering me?"

His voice was calm, yet like a knife slicing across everyone's throats, giving them the sensation they were already dead.

Cole immediately knelt: "This subordinate dares not!"

Those curses also came to an abrupt halt.

Abel said nothing; heavy sweat beaded on Cole's forehead. He wasn't afraid Abel would scold him — scolding proved he was still useful.

He feared Abel would simply kill him.

Was his status truly so worthless in a Divine Scion's eyes?

But if so, why did he still make contact with him?

Could it be—

Divine Scion Abel is afraid of Tang Luo!

Cole instantly understood everything, secretly hating himself for not realizing sooner… no, with his talent he should have seen it; he was just blinded by the promise of being second only to two and above ten thousand, and the threat of death.

Right, Divine Scions exist, so the other four Divine Scions who died by Tang Luo's hand were real too.

Tang Luo could kill four Divine Scions; naturally he can kill Abel as well.

That's why Abel had to borrow their hands to eliminate Tang Luo, this heart-and-belly menace.

Human weapons are useless against demons, but against exorcists their effect is quite good.

In terms of sheer destructive power, demons still can't compare to human thermal weapons.

But even if Cole had thought of it from the start, he'd likely have made the same choice as now.

Only now he might be discarded like a used rag; Cole couldn't help but regret.

"Forget it, get up; you still have a bit of use." Abel said.

Cole exhaled in relief, his body going limp, shifting straight from kneeling to sprawling.

He didn't care about losing face; before Abel, losing face was a good thing.

"Right, I also think you still have a bit of use."

Just as Abel finished those words, a voice came from the window.

Abel's face changed drastically; at some unknown time, a white-haired man in blood-red clothes was sitting there, one leg bent and braced on the windowsill, the other dangling casually, still swinging.

Looking like he was watching a show.

"Tang—"

Abel roared, thrusting his hand toward Tang Luo.

Vast power surged from his body.

Divine Scion — Resistance!

Abel's power of resistance, absolute defense; as long as he willed it, virtually any attack in the world could not harm him.

The "virtually" exists because of the Sacred Heart.

Even a sacred weapon would find it extremely difficult to break through Abel's defense.

Xila is the Scythe of Slaughter; Abel is the Shield of Defense.

Of course, when needed, Abel can also expand his defense outward, and the resulting offense is equally astonishing.

"He's not dead! How can he not be dead!"

Abel could hardly believe an exorcist could survive such an explosion — he's not a demon!

"Don't rush to seek death; I have questions for you." Tang Luo's hand resting on his knee pointed at Abel, flicking a finger.

The expanded absolute defensive power shattered instantly; Abel vomited a large mouthful of fresh blood and flew backward, embedding himself in the room's wall.