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Chapter 277 The Bishop Takes Action
Chu Nai immediately entered battle mode.

hum!
A magnificent golden armor instantly covered his entire body, and enormous, holy wings unfurled once more.

She transformed into a golden meteor, carrying killing intent, and with speed far exceeding Rogers's, arrived before him, intercepting him. Her golden halberd, gleaming with dazzling light, slashed down fiercely—

boom! !

Rogers was forced to stop and swerve to avoid the danger.

The scorching light waves shattered the suburban land, stirring up billowing dust waves several meters high.

Rumble! !

Rogers stood up awkwardly.

He glanced at the closed phase rift, his heart sinking – reopening it was no problem, but it had a casting delay, giving the opponent enough time to attack several times…

Having missed the chance to escape, the only option left is to fight.

Retracting his gaze, Rogers noticed the powerful, stable, and unwavering energy emanating from Chu Nai, and his pupils constricted in surprise:
"Impossible... How are you alright?!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Nai narrowed her beautiful eyes.

His gaze grew increasingly dangerous.

She immediately realized that the root cause of her Saint Mark going out of control was the blond man in front of her.

"So it was you who did this, no wonder..." Chu Nai said coldly. "As a fellow holder of Miracle System cards, I smell a disgusting stench of corpses on you."

After speaking, she raised her halberd and swung it again.

Boom——

A divine golden light swept past and slammed into the blood barrier that Rogers had hastily erected. The shockwave spread out and overturned the surrounding road surface.

boom! boom! boom!
The clash between the two sides was a grand and dazzling spectacle.

The students from Dongzhou University stayed far away, watching the battle intently, their faces filled with shock, not daring to even breathe.

Wang Xi watched the battle quietly, without rushing to make a move.

In his field of vision, Rogers's entry clearly emerged—

"Etched Holy Symbols - Priest Rogers (Nemesis/5-Star Title/Hero)"

'As expected of a member of the Etching Holy Mark Society... With such strength, they must be among the mid-to-high-level members.'

Wang Xi said secretly.

He could tell at a glance that the opponent's aura was disordered and his strength had declined, obviously due to the lingering effects of the injuries caused by the previous six "Dragon Breath Bullets".

In this situation, Rogers' defeat was inevitable against a prime-form Truna.

Wang Xi only needs to oversee the situation.

Make sure the other party has absolutely no chance of escaping!

wow-

At that moment, Rogers slashed his wrist, and a large amount of blood gushed from his palm.

The blood shimmered with starlight, giving it a sacred feel. The blood droplets quickly coalesced, transforming into a giant sword burning with blood flames.

With a gloomy face, he brandished his blood weapon and clashed fiercely with Chu Nai's golden halberd. Each collision unleashed a blinding light.

The two sides clashed frequently, and the pace of this top-level "Taiyu" battle was extremely fast, leaving the students breathless and unable to react.

Within minutes, Rogers showed signs of weakness.

After being struck by a golden beam of light, he coughed up blood and staggered back, finally managing to stand a hundred meters away.

Then Rogers roared to the sky like a mad beast.

"what--"

The white-robed priest suddenly raised his hand and slashed his own neck, causing blood to gush out.

It looked like he had committed suicide.

His body suddenly swelled and grew taller, transforming in the blink of an eye into a two-story-tall monster with a goat's head and a human body. Blood was still flowing from the cuts on his neck, making him look extremely sinister.

"Etched Holy Symbols - Priest Rogers (Blood Sacrifice Status/Nemesis/Title 5-Star/Legendary)"

Wang Xi noticed that the other party's entry had changed.

The addition of a "blood sacrifice state" is clearly a trump card for some kind of desperate transformation. Even the previously diminished strength has been temporarily boosted.

The blood gushing from his neck transformed in the hands of the ram-headed monster into a large bell covered with eerie reliefs.

He took heavy yet swift steps, flashed in front of Chu Nai, and swung the blood-red bell down on her head.

Chu Nai's silver hair was blown up by the strong wind, revealing her solemn expression.

This attack is clearly one that cannot be taken head-on!

whoosh-

With a flap of her wings, she transformed into golden light and soared into the air.

when! ! !
A loud bang was heard, and the students gasped and covered their ears.

The shockwave spread in all directions, and the earth shook violently.

Upon seeing this, Wang Xi raised his hand and took out a jet-black razor.

— "Occam's Razor"!
He previously used this Prestige Black Card to remove the negative status effects from Chunai, and now he can also use it to remove Rogers' "Temporary Burst" buff status.

Still want to risk your life?

Do you have the ability?
Wang Xi, a hundred meters away, lightly slashed at the enormous sheep-headed monster.

hum-

An invisible force swept across, passing by the berserk Rogers.

His body suddenly stiffened, and an incredulous look appeared in his scarlet horizontal pupils.

"No...this is impossible! My power? The miracle of sacrifice has vanished?!"

His hoarse voice was filled with astonishment.

The next second, amidst Rogers's unwilling roar, his massive body suddenly shrank, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to his original human form.

He was covered in blood and suddenly turned to look at Wang Xi.

"you……"

Rogers is on the verge of a breakdown.

First, there was that incomprehensible six-gun attack, and now there's this unknown method of forcibly erasing its own miracle buffs... This young man's deck is not only bizarre and powerful, but its priority is also ridiculously high.

Just two casual exchanges left Rogers with a deep psychological trauma regarding this unfamiliar young man.

Faced with the combined attack of these two, he was doomed!

Just as Rogers' heart sank to the bottom, Chu Nai descended from the sky, her pure white feathers unfurling behind her, tracing a graceful arc, her golden halberd aimed straight for Rogers' chest—

"Do not!!"

After Rogers regained his human form, he inevitably fell into a weakened state and could only watch helplessly as the golden light approached, his expression changing drastically.

But in that instant, a withered wooden coffin appeared from the void and landed straight in front of Rogers.

It blocked Chu Nai's flag and halberd like a giant shield.

boom! !

Chu Nai let out a muffled groan and flew backward.

Wang Xi emerged from the ink stains and caught the silver-haired girl steadily.

Both of them frowned at the sudden turn of events and looked at the strange coffin together.

The coffin was dark red all over, and its surface was covered with reliefs of suffering figures, which looked quite ominous.

Wang Xi's eyes narrowed.

"Etched Holy Symbols - Archbishop Alek (Corpse Avatar/Skeleton/Elite)"

Bishop of the Cleric of the Holy Order?
An avatar?!
His strength had actually reached the "Disaster Hunter" level, which was above "Taiyu" and even Chaos couldn't figure out his true strength.

It must have been the work of a high-ranking member of the Etching Holy Mark Society.

"Lord Alek!"

Rogers was overjoyed when he saw the coffin appear.

He immediately crossed his arms and bowed.

"Thank you for saving me, sir."

"Alas..." A weary sigh echoed from within the coffin. "Hurry, the 'Calamity Hunter' of the Mountains and Seas has its sights on me."

Upon hearing this, Rogers realized the seriousness of the matter.

Although the bishops of the Holy Standard Society are powerful, comparable to the "Disaster Hunters," they are being watched closely by the five great powers of the World Alliance.

Anyone who dares to stand out will be targeted.

If he weren't still of use to the Cult of Saints, Bishop Alek would never have taken such a huge risk to come to his rescue.

"Yes, Lord Alek."

Rogers didn't dare say much, after all, it was indeed his own will that had messed things up.

He immediately turned around, not daring to utter a single harsh word, and hurriedly summoned a phase space portal, intending to make a quick escape.

But Wang Xi would not do as he wished.

"Come when you want and leave when you want?"

He spoke calmly, already drawing "Chekhov's Gun." As magic flowed in, the power of "Human Joy and Abundance" turned the magazine a dazzling white.

He raised his revolver, ready to fire.

“Young man, you are being rather arrogant…” An aged and indifferent voice came from inside the coffin; it was Bishop Alek.

Wang Xi grinned: "If you're not reckless when you're young, do you think you'll be as timid and hesitant as you when you're old?"

Although he was facing a "Disaster Hunter" level combat power, the opponent was only an avatar after all, and he was confident that he could escape unscathed.

Therefore, Rogers must die!

He pulled the trigger after saying that.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Six shots in a row!
The withered wooden coffin suddenly trembled.

The coffin lid was not fully opened; only a crack appeared. A deep, viscous black mist surged out from it, twisting and spreading like a living thing, heading towards the six pale, blinding ballistic trajectories.

This black mist contains a decaying power of extremely high priority, capable of easily corrupting even energy, magic, or spells.

In Alek's view, the young man was indeed quite strong, but even if he only sent out an avatar, it would be enough to protect Rogers.

However, just as the black mist was about to engulf the six white trails, the bullets vanished into thin air!
"Ugh!!"

The next instant, Father Rogers, who had just stepped halfway into the purple portal, convulsed violently as if struck by lightning.

A piercing scream, so mournful it was inhuman, ripped through the sky.

Six holes, transparent from front to back and with edges shimmering with a pale light, burst forth from his body!
Such a fatal blow left Rogers with no chance to struggle. His body went limp, and he fell backward, crashing heavily to the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

"Damn it!"

The black mist missed its target, and a cold, furious snort came from inside the coffin.

This was clearly completely unexpected.

The gaps in the withered wooden coffin suddenly widened.

A withered hand, covered in lividity and with long, curved nails, suddenly emerged from the coffin, carrying a nauseating stench.

His hand, curved like an eagle's claw, was aimed at Wang Xi.

With this action, an even denser black mist surged forth, coalescing into tens of thousands of snakes. They hissed silently, surging towards Wang Xi like a black tide.

Wherever it passed, the earth eroded and decayed, and even the air was stained with ominous dark marks.

Wang Xi's "Inspirational Sign" was beating wildly, signaling an unprecedented warning.

He frowned.

'Is this the power of a "Disaster Hunter"?'

His intuition told him that he must not get involved with the black mist snakes. Even if he was confident in his defenses, he would probably not be happy if he took that hit.

It might really backfire.

"Brother Xi!"

Chu Nai's expression changed slightly.

She also sensed the terror of the black mist snakes, but without hesitation, she stepped forward, gripped the golden halberd tightly, and swung it fiercely.

A huge, transparent blue and white banner unfurled instantly, and the sacred circular emblem at its center burst forth with brilliant light, attempting to stop the swarm of snakes that symbolized death.

Wang Xi grabbed Chu Nai's arm, preparing to dodge with the "Fish Spotting Inkstone (Branding)" technique.

He didn't want to see the girl get hurt because of this.

hum-

Suddenly, a beam of red light fell from the sky without warning.

Like the glow of the setting sun, it dyed the whole area red, as if placing everything in a huge darkroom, making all colors seem unreal.

The surging swarm of black mist snakes, upon being illuminated by the red light, seemed to be paused, frozen in place, maintaining their menacing posture, unable to advance any further.

Immediately afterwards, a mature and authoritative male voice rang out:

“Alek, you’ve finally shown yourself… but you’re still as cautious as ever, only using your avatar while your real body hides in a dark corner like a mouse.”

Wang Xi looked up and followed the sound.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in mid-air.

The man was dressed in a well-tailored dark red tactical combat uniform, his posture upright like a pine tree, and he wore a neat dark beret.

His face was resolute, his eyes were deep, and his medium-length black hair fluttered in the wind.

"Eastern Continent Disaster Hunt - Signalman - Ye Qihong (Friendly/Skull/Legendary)"

The withered wooden coffin remained silent for a few seconds, then a hoarse, gloomy voice came from within: "...Weren't you guarding Forbidden Zone No. 3?"

The man named Ye Qihong had a calm gaze and said indifferently:

"Your etching of sacred symbols has caused such a commotion in the Eastern Continent, triggering a series of disasters... As the 'Disaster Hunter' patrolling this continent, if I don't come to deal with it, wouldn't it seem like the mountains and seas are deserted?"

“Originally, I didn’t plan to deal with this little trouble directly, but since you’ve shown yourself, I’ll leave this avatar here.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the red light that had enveloped the entire venue suddenly turned yellow and began to flash at a slow frequency.

Between the light and darkness, the frozen black snakes seemed to be under immense, invisible pressure, emitting mournful cries of impending collapse.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from inside the coffin, and the entire coffin lid suddenly flew upwards, revealing a mummified corpse.

Its body was covered in disgusting wrinkles, and its face remained contorted with extreme pain and resentment. Its torso and limbs were covered with dense, eerie runes drawn in blood.

The mummified corpse stepped out of the coffin.

Its empty, dark eye sockets stared straight at the man in the air. Without the man making any move, black mist spewed out from its mouth and nose, crashing violently into the yellow light that enveloped the surroundings and flickered continuously.

Ye Qihong remained calm, seemingly unconcerned that the other party could break through his blockade.

He casually reached down with his right hand, and a very ordinary, even somewhat crude, wooden crossbow appeared in his hand.

Ye Qihong aimed at the mummified corpse and pulled the trigger.

bass--

The crossbow bolt left the bowstring, its sharp, piercing sound instantly surpassing the speed of sound.

At that moment, the small arrow seemed to transform into a burning meteor, trailing a fiery tail, and with the force of a thunderbolt, it shot straight at the dried corpse's brow.

Just as the arrow was about to hit its target, the withered hand of the mummified corpse rose at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye and grabbed the crossbow bolt.

Boom! ! !

A deafening explosion suddenly rang out.

Flames and shockwaves erupted.

The mummified corpse was thrown off the ground by the force and flew backward.

After flying dozens of meters, it landed and plowed out a deep ravine over a hundred meters long, with dust and gravel shooting into the sky like a fountain.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the silhouette of the mummified corpse was vaguely visible.

Although it looked disheveled, it did not seem to have suffered any real damage.

But Ye Qihong had already casually put away the crossbow, as if the outcome was already decided.

He snapped his fingers crisply.

Snapped!
As the snap of the fingers fell, the flashing yellow light that enveloped the entire venue suddenly turned green.

The crossbow bolt, which the mummified corpse had been clutching tightly in its hand, suddenly burst forth with ten times the force it had before, instantly breaking free from its grasp.

puff! !
The arrow seemed to have gained unlimited kinetic energy and penetrating power, easily piercing through the mummified corpse's head.

The emerald trailing light did not stop. Like a comet streaking across the night sky, it pierced through the mummy's head and shot straight ahead into the distant horizon, finally disappearing at the edge of the horizon, leaving behind a long-lasting spot of light.

The headless, mummified corpse collapsed with a thud!
This marked the death of this incarnation!

“I’ve remembered this…” Alek’s aged, hoarse voice came again from inside the withered wooden coffin, filled with deep-seated hatred and coldness: “And that young man, you killed Father Rogers, the Holy Symbols will… repay you tenfold!”

Before the words were even finished, the coffin swiftly transformed into wisps of black mist, vanishing completely into the air. Only the wreckage of the battle and the chilling aura of decay remained.

Ye Qihong slowly floated down from the sky and stood steadily in front of Wang Xi and Chu Nai.

He wore a gentle and approving smile, his gaze sweeping over Chu Nai, whose expression was slightly tired but whose eyes were firm, before finally settling on Wang Xi.

"Young man, you're not bad."

Ye Qihong's voice was filled with sincere emotion.

"Before I came, I heard from Weitai that they sent the best trainees of this year's Kunwu Battalion to support Haicheng... Even Fu Taiyu praised you highly, saying you single-handedly took down the 'Ghost Group' and the 'Fire Witch,' the core of the disaster in Crescent Bay."

"Seeing is believing, it's truly remarkable."

"The decisiveness and power of your shots just now are enough to prove your strength and potential."

He paused, then spoke in a more friendly tone:
"Your performance on this trip to the Eastern Continent is more than enough to pass the 'Trainee Calamity Hunter' assessment. Once you are officially listed in the 'List of Mountains and Seas,' the world and rules of the 'Calamity Hunter' will be vastly different from what you have encountered before."

As Ye Qihong spoke, he flipped his wrist, and a metal card with a special texture and red, green and yellow rings appeared at his fingertips, which he handed to Wang Xi.

"If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to contact me anytime. This is my keepsake; it has my contact code on it."

This is undoubtedly a great recognition and promotion.

Wang Xi sensed the other party's goodwill and respect, and politely extended both hands to accept the card.

He glanced at the card, which bore Ye Qihong's name: "Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Ye."

Chu Nai watched from the side, her eyes shifting between Wang Xi and Ye Qihong. Finally, her tense nerves relaxed, and a smile appeared on her face.

Ye Qihong nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the group of students in the distance, who looked on with awe and curiosity, having survived the ordeal:

"Alright, we shouldn't stay here any longer. You two take them back safely first. Someone will handle the rest."

After speaking, he nodded to Wang Xi again, and a faint green light flashed around him. His figure flickered like a poorly receiving image and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

(End of this chapter)