In the name of the true god

Chapter 117 Prison Break (Part 2)

As he watched the two priests drink their coffee, Alan, his forehead beaded with sweat, smiled with satisfaction.

Aside from themselves, the priests would likely have been wary if any other prison guard had brought them coffee. Especially since Deputy Warden Chambers had recently murdered a prison guard, making the relationship between the priests and guards extremely delicate.

But it was him.

A person who appears to have no background, is humble to the core, and lives to please others year after year.

It's perfectly reasonable to be eager to lose money playing cards.

Sending a cup of expensive coffee is perfectly reasonable.

From that moment on, Allen truly felt that his three years of seclusion had not been in vain.

"Tsk—" The fat priest took two sips, smacked his lips, and said, "It doesn't taste good at all—"

"Indeed, it's more bitter than regular coffee." The bearded priest agreed, but didn't take it to heart. "Maybe the better the coffee beans, the more bitter they are."

"Hmm————" The fat priest remained noncommittal, but considering that a cup of coffee cost two gold coins, he still adhered to the principle of not wasting money and took a few more sips, trying to taste the flavor of money.

it is good!

very good!

Have a few more sips!

It's best to finish it all!

Alan stared intently at the sparse coffee remaining in the two priests' cups, feeling reassured.

He had added cyanide to the coffee beforehand.

This compound is extremely toxic and can kill a person within minutes. Its subtle almond flavor is easily masked by the bitterness of coffee, and therefore will not raise suspicion during oral consumption.

"Come on, let's play cards." The bearded priest sat back down at the table and shuffled the cards himself.

"Whoa—" The fat priest clutched his chest and sat down opposite him. "Why is my heart beating so fast all of a sudden?"

"Why do you say this stuff is invigorating?" The bearded priest said dismissively, beckoning Allen forward. "Shall we play blackjack again today?"

"Whatever you two say, it's fine." Allen sat between the two, his body slightly tense, ready to strike at any moment.

"Then blackjack." The bearded priest drew a card first, and when he saw that it was the Ace of Spades, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

however.

Before the frown could even ease.

A sudden headache struck, causing him to grimace: "Ugh—this coffee is really strong—"

"Do you have a headache too?" the fat priest asked, clutching his chest.

"you also?"

"Huff—huff—" The fat priest gasped for breath, feeling his chest tighten and even breathing becoming difficult. "What—what's going on—"

"Are you alright?" Allen, ever observant, helped the portly priest, whose symptoms seemed more severe. "Could it be an allergic reaction?"

"No—no—" The bearded priest on the other side was certain that this couldn't be the effect of coffee. "Quick, quick—go find a doctor—"

"Okay! I'll go right away!" Allen replied, but showed no sign of leaving.

Seeing that Allen was still standing there dumbfounded, the bearded priest suppressed his nausea and looked up, wanting to urge him on.

But before he could even speak, he realized something was wrong.

Given Allen's cautious nature, he should have panicked and become flustered upon realizing he was uncomfortable.

Can----

Why is he laughing?

A kind of laughter that can't be stopped?

"Ugh—" The fat priest on the other side suddenly felt nauseous and bent over to dry heave.

The bearded priest forced himself to remain calm and said sternly, "Alan! Go now!"

"Go where?" Allen turned his head and asked with a cold smile, while simultaneously delivering a heavy chop to the back of the fat priest's neck.

"Ugh!" The fat priest, who was already swaying, collapsed to the ground after being hit so hard.

"You—" The most dreaded thought surfaced in his mind, and the bearded priest, unable to hide his horror, struggled to his feet, supporting himself on the table. "The coffee—was poisoned?!"

Allen knew perfectly well that the bearded priest hadn't drunk much coffee, and the side effects he was currently experiencing were far less severe than those of the obese priest.

so----

The fat, powerless priest can be left aside to fend for himself.

As for the bearded priest, to prevent him from forcibly rushing out to seek help, we must deal with him personally as soon as possible!

"call!"

A strong wind blew in my face.

"Damn it!!" Seeing that Allen was not responding and was rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed, the bearded priest cursed loudly, painfully urging his wind elemental power to retreat backward, and then turned to flee towards the gate of the heretical prison.

Trying to run away?!

Allen's face contorted with murderous intent as he stomped his feet rapidly, giving chase.

"Huh?!" The bearded priest saw Allen quickly close the distance to him, his every move exuding an extraordinary aura, and his heart sank to the bottom. "You, you—you're a heretic?!"

How could there be heretics!

What is the personnel department of the Royal Capital Heavy Prison doing?!

Allen held his breath and reached forward, trying to grab the bearded priest's collar.

"How dare you!!"

The bearded priest cursed angrily, his face contorted with fear, then slammed his palms together and unleashed a blast of wind at Allen.

pity.

He was being poisoned by cyanide, and his movements became sluggish.

Even as he stretched out his arms, Allen realized something and lunged forward first.

"call"

The wind cannon swept over Allen's head.

He also managed to grab the bearded priest's legs and pull him down hard.

"Bang!"

"Well!"

The bearded priest fell to the ground, letting out a muffled groan of pain.

Allen then pressed down firmly, using the power of resonance to swing his fist and smash it towards Allen's face.

"Bang!"

"Snap!"

The bearded priest suffered a fractured bone at the brow ridge, and his left eyeball was forced out of its socket due to pressure.

"ah!!"

"Bang!!"

"Well----"

"Bang!!"

"Waaah————"

Several punches came crashing down like heavy hammers.

The bearded priest's forehead, cheekbones, and maxilla were all shattered, and he could only utter mournful whimpers.

"Die! Die!!" Allen, no longer the kind man he once was, had veins bulging on his forehead and a ferocious expression on his face.

"Bang!"

"Bang!!"

"!!!"

Punch after punch.

The bearded priest's head was completely disfigured and mangled.

At first, he could barely raise his hands to struggle, but gradually, under the effects of the cyanide and Allen's relentless bombardment, his arms went limp and he had no strength left to resist.

"Bang!!!"

"puff!!"

The scream abruptly stopped as a punch pierced the bearded priest's head.

Allen withdrew his fist, still sticky with blood and flesh, and stared at the bearded priest's gruesome death. He felt no fear, but rather a sense of satisfaction.

finally----

He himself killed a priest!

All the emotions that had been building up over the past three years were released in an instant, leaving Alan with mixed feelings.

He clearly wanted to burst into laughter, but tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"call"

"Um?!"

Just as Allen was about to get up, a whistling sound came from behind him.

He didn't turn around, but instinctively rolled to one side, then turned around and looked behind him.

The fat priest, suffocating, was seen choking himself with one hand while pounding his chest with the other, and desperately swinging his other hand as if to chop at himself.

"call"

"call"

Several more wind blades attacked.

Allen deftly dodged, but inexplicably lost his balance and nearly fell.

He looked down.

His right arm was empty; it had been severed by a wind blade during the fat priest's first sneak attack and had fallen next to the bearded priest's corpse!

A sharp, needle-like pain instantly spread from the severed part of his right arm throughout his entire body.

He gritted his teeth and charged fiercely at the fat priest.

"thump!"

The obese priest's body was nearing its limit. Before Allen could approach, he collapsed and convulsed, entering a near-death state.

"Ugh—" Alan, sweating profusely, staggered to the burly priest, pulled the key from his waist, and, ignoring his injuries, rushed to the side cells, shakily opening one door after another. "Quick—come out! I'll take you away!"

In the past, only when food was distributed or sewage bins were emptied would the small partition under the cell be opened, letting in a little light.

Now that the prison doors are open, sweeping away the darkness in the cells, the implicated wizards and resonance sorcerers who have been imprisoned for a long time find it difficult to adapt.

"Ah—Alan?" A pale-faced, emaciated wizard, leaning against the cell door, slowly walked out. Upon seeing the two priests' corpses and the wounded Allen, he exclaimed in disbelief, "You—"

"Come out quickly—I'll take you away—" Allen kept inserting the key, turning it, and pulling open the cell door.

A young resonance mage who had previously fallen into the church's "fake transfer" trap heard the noise, clung to the cell door, and peered out with difficulty through the tiny gap in the partition.

"throat."

The sound of the door lock turning could be heard.

"Squeak! Come out quickly—" Allen opened the cell door, met it, and then went to the next cell.

The young resonance mage had only been imprisoned for a short time and had not yet met Allen. He walked out of his cell, both surprised and delighted, and looked around.

The two priests in charge of guarding the heretical prison have died.

Nearly half of the forty-odd prison cells were also opened.

Someone has come to rescue me!

but----

Why does it look like only that fat prison guard is there?

The young resonance mage's body wasn't yet ravaged to the point of immobility. He quickly approached Allen and pressed him for an answer:

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You're a "heretic" too?!

"Yes—" Allen glanced back and continued to open the cell door.

"Do you have any companions? How do we get out?"

"Later—later I'll do it—"

"You're injured?!" The young resonance mage helped Allen up, examining his severed arm in shock. "You need to stop the bleeding quickly, or you'll die!"

"First—first open the cell door—"

"You stay here!" The young resonance mage took off his thin shirt, intending to tear off the sleeves, but lacking the strength, he could only use the entire shirt to wrap around Allen's wound. Then, he took the key from Allen's hand and ran towards the cell at the back. "I'll open it!"

"Huff—huff—" Allen slid down to the ground against the wall.

Several wizards and resonance sorcerers who had known him for a year or two gathered around him, concerned and wanting to help treat his wounds.

"No, no need—" Allen shook his head, pointing to the prayer room, "Under the idol of the false god—there—there's a tunnel—go—go move the idol away—"

As Aaron watched the wizards and resonators he had released rush into the prayer room, his heart clenched.

The tunnel must be kept clear.

It must be connected to the capital's sewer system.

Otherwise, given the capabilities of this group of old, weak, sick, and disabled people, they would surely die if they tried to charge outwards.

The prayer room.

Seven or eight wizards and resonance sorcerers worked together to push the statue, but due to severe exhaustion, they could not move it an inch.

"What are you doing here?! Get out of here right now!"

"Alan said there's a tunnel under the statue!"

"A tunnel?! Really?! Make way! I want to see it!"

"Let's all push in one direction!"

The two, who had recently been imprisoned along with the fourth-order wizard Keanu Archer, squeezed into the prayer room. After learning that there was a hidden tunnel beneath the statue, they immediately helped to push it open.

"throat----"

With the full support of nearly ten people.

The statue finally began to move.

"Keep it up!"

"Push your strength!"

"throat----"

The statue had been moved about a third of the way, and the entrance to the tunnel below gradually became visible.

Seeing this, the wizards and resonators involved were overjoyed.

"It really is an authentic local product!"

"Hurry! Faster! Push harder!"

"throat----"

They are moving the statue over here.

The young resonance mage on the other side quickly opened all the cell doors.

Vincent Monroe, in good spirits, was the last to be released. He thanked the young resonance mage, then his gaze was drawn to the wounded Allen: "Allen?! How are you?! Where's Jude?!"

"He's outside—" Allen said weakly.

"The Descent of Gods rescue has begun? Why didn't they tell us?" Vincent Monroe, seeing that blood was still seeping from Allen's severed arm, did not hesitate to take off his own prison uniform and help wrap it up.

"Too late—too late to tell you all—" Allen winced in pain. "The door—Mr. Monroe—go check—check how the tunnel is doing—"

Vincent Monroe, seeing that the prayer room was already surrounded by wizards and resonance sorcerers, didn't leave: "I think I just heard them say there's a tunnel beneath the prayer room?"

"right----"

"Did you dig this out?"

"No—no time—no time to explain—let's go out first—"

"Alright! You held on!" Vincent Monroe put his arm around Allen's left shoulder, trying to lift him up, while glancing at the severed arm next to the bearded priest. "Your arm—should we take it with us?"

"No—it'll stay here—it'll be useful—" Allen gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet. "Everyone—keep your voices down, don't—don't let the guards outside hear—"

The prayer room.

"throat----"

With the combined efforts of more than ten wizards and resonance sorcerers, the entrance to the tunnel beneath the statue was completely exposed.

"There really is an authentic one!"

"Quickly, everyone get down there!"

"Don't rush, one at a time!"

The hope of freedom has arrived.

In the heat of the moment, some people voluntarily gave up their positions to stay at the back, while others scrambled to push forward.

"No—don't panic!" Allen was helped by Vincent Munro to the outside of the prayer room. "There's still time—there's still time to leave!"

"Where does the tunnel lead?" someone asked.

"It should be connected—it should be connected to the sewers—" Allen said, "The chairman and the others—they are waiting for us in the sewers below Golden Sands Street—"

"Did you all hear that?! The Divine Descent will come to meet us! There's still time! One by one, get off!" Vincent Monroe maintained order.

"Let him go first!" The young Resonance Mage pushed through the crowd, making a path for Allen.

"You guys go first—" Allen didn't step forward.

"Stop talking nonsense!" The young Resonance Sorcerer glanced worriedly at the gate of the Heretic's Quarter, took Allen's heavy body from Vincent Monroe's arms, and said, "Slow down, hold on tight to the ladder! The people below have caught him! He's injured!"

"Uh—" Allen didn't refuse anymore, but muttered as he climbed down and was being lifted up, "I should have—I should have lost some weight—"