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Chapter 57: The Terrifying Power of the Heroic Spirit

In the chaotic room, Miss Audrey, as a spectator, was calming the panicked crowd and rescuing the injured guests.

She looked at the window through which Qi Lingos had fled with complicated eyes, pursed her lips, and was in a bad mood.

The situation developed too quickly and the battle happened too quickly.

She was totally unable to keep up with the pace of the two Sequence Sixes. Moreover, as a Sequence Nine spectator, she had no means of attack at all.

Is this world really so dangerous? Will my family members also suffer such a fate one day?

Miss Audrey, who was worried, helped the Storm Church members who came to rescue the wounded. She gradually immersed herself in the constant busy work and temporarily forgot her worries.

Alger Wilson, who arrived late with the main group, also looked at the broken window frame with complicated eyes.

Just a little bit, just a little bit to make Qi Lingges die here!
He glanced at Ace Snake who was talking to Duke Negan. If the singer of the gods had not gone for a walk by the Tussock River, he would have spent some time looking for him...

Ugh!
Alger sighed deeply in his heart. Having missed this opportunity, Qi Lingos would definitely be more cautious.

In the shadows outside the mansion, Louis watched the figures heading towards the Municipal Park.

He calculated the time in his mind, and after making sure that he would not encounter a head-on confrontation with the Storm Church, he launched an attack.

Of course, these are not the most important reasons.

Looking at the forest park not far away, Louis's spirit gave a crazy warning, and the feeling like needles pricked his hair.

He didn't know whether there were enemies or friends there, or something else complicated.

It would be better to resolve this task here. He hates unnecessary troubles the most!

Louis waved his hand, and a translucent purple fang mask flashed across his face. Circles of rectangular patterns were engraved on it, like various doors, overlapping each other, as if leading directly to the depths of the starry sky.

This was the Nuo mask he obtained after pacifying a Beyonder from a Gate Path. Although he had lost his memory after death and didn't know what sequence it was, the heavy spiritual power at that time still made Louis feel pressured.

At least it is very convenient for opening doors and short-distance transmission.

He pushed his hands forward and an illusory door frame formed.

Push open the door, step forward, and the figures move.

Louis instantly appeared ten meters in front of Qilingos, with the densely wooded park behind him.

Louis looked at the pirate assassin in front of him with a stern look and an expressionless face.

Qi Lingos also stopped and stared at the person blocking his way.

The two of them did not have the kind of profound and unfathomable dialogue in Emperor Roselle's novels, but only a solemn aura and vigilant eyes.

Qi Lingos's left hand, which was placed behind his back, moved slowly, and his skin was glowing light golden.

His face was dignified, his eyes flashed with substantial light, and a huge pressure came down on Louis.

Under the pressure of space, the door could not be teleported in time.

Qi Lingos had calculated that he was a Beyonder with a certain path.

This is the spiritual piercing of the Inquisitor of the Seventh Path of Judgment, an attack directly aimed at the mental and spiritual levels.

Ordinary physical means are simply difficult to resist.

His right hand made a few empty strokes in the air.

Five swirling wind blades followed closely behind, blocking Louis's movements and forcing him to endure the mental attack head-on.

"Soul is back——!"

Louis first recited a secret word.

In the void, illusory long banners appeared, fluttering without wind. An ancient horn sounded, as if calling for the return of the dead.

He raised his hand and waved it across his face.

Ten sets of hideous demon masks with strange makeup and double horns flew out of his body.

They have different shapes and colors, but they all emit powerful spiritual fluctuations.

They were linked together, overlapping each other, and a thin layer of milky white flame burned on Louis' body, turning into a shield that enveloped the surroundings.

Louis's spiritual carrying limit is ten Nuo masks, but he usually switches between masks one by one and has never tried using all ten masks at the same time.

At a dangerous moment like this, all ten masks appear at once, which is a huge test for his mental state and spirituality. Each mask is a gift from the souls, containing their memories and emotions, which is undoubtedly a burden for a living person.

If you are too obsessed with power, it will be difficult to distinguish your own existence.

However, the power was equally impressive. The light transformed by the mental piercing was burned by the flames, making a sizzling sound, leaving only drifting white smoke and the rocky land scorched by the aftermath.

The wind blade that followed dissipated in a white feather fan, and only lifted a few strands of hair when it blew onto Louis' face.

The only price Louis paid was that his face became paler.

Qi Lingos frowned as he looked at the spirit summoned by Louis. The clothes it was wearing definitely did not belong to any country or nation today.

Could they be the undead from previous eras?
The wide and long robe gave the man a unique aura, an indescribable aura that Qi Lingos had never seen before.

"Zhuge's great name is known throughout the universe, and a feather in the clouds will last forever—"

This is exactly the ability of the Soul Singer of Sequence Eight of the Path of Gloriousness - Return of the Soul!
Louis softly read out the blessing corresponding to the tall, gentle-looking young heroic spirit.

A pair of thick, warm hands rested on Louis’s and straightened his body.

His body was slightly bent due to excessive physical exertion.

As if some program was triggered, the spirit became more and more real, and the look in its eyes gradually became clearer.

Qi Lingos felt the pressure and did not dare to delay any further.

His eyes regained calmness again, and a brilliant golden light appeared on his left hand.

He took a step forward and opened his arms wide as if embracing his most devout sun.

I prayed for the brightness of the sun, and He gladly granted it.

Then a beam of pure golden light came crashing down, blasting towards Louis and the spirit he summoned.

This is the ability of the Five Lights Priest of the Sun Path Sequence, and it is the natural restraint of the undead.

The blazing, all-purifying light blasted forward.

"boom--!"

When the dust settled, the imagined scene did not appear.

Qi Lingos fled to the right without hesitation.

He had already prepared the spot in advance. As long as he entered the crowd, he could blend in and hide, and leave perfectly.

But his expression suddenly froze, he stood still in the air, the powerful wind pressure squeezed every inch of space around him, making it extremely difficult for him to breathe.

How could this be?! I am a Wind-loving One?!

It is ridiculous that those who are bound by the wind are bound by the wind.

When he was having trouble imagining what was happening, a white feather fan gently covered his face and closed his wide-open eyes.

Higher rules covered this area, and countless particles were repelling the concept of Qilingos itself.

But in just a moment, his existence was like erroneous handwriting erased by an eraser, and the place was empty except for the extraordinary items and the core.

Louis was stunned. He couldn't even recognize which sequence of abilities this was.

And this is too strong, isn't it? It's hard to describe this victory as a crushing victory. The two sides are simply not on the same level.

Is this something that a Sequence Eight can summon?
His spiritual energy exhausted, the tall young man waved his feather fan and slowly disappeared behind Louis.

"Bam—!"

Almost in sync.

Louis also fell heavily to the ground, landing on his face.

The dark shadow that had been hiding on the side grabbed the person and ran away.

After a long time, all the inspectors and pursuers coming and going from the Storm Church had left.

Professor Azik, the cat father, walked out of the woods. He stood there quietly for a long time before slowly leaving.

That night, a letter was delivered to Tingen overnight.

(End of this chapter)