In the name of the true god

Chapter 119 Wrath

Wangdu Heavy Prison, special prison building, temporary rest room for prison guards.

"Dong dong dong" The clock struck midnight.

The date is November 14th, 448th year of the Christian calendar (Wednesday).

"Let's go." Captain Foster, who hadn't slept all night, got up on time.

"Colin, Colin, wake up, it's time to empty the sewage bin." Poet Anders shook the sleeping, vain Colin.

Jude put down the newspaper he had read countless times, took a deep breath, and followed Captain Foster toward the heretical prison on the second basement level.

Those four and a half hours were truly agonizing.

But no matter how long it felt, he never used the Law of Contact to subtly confirm the progress of the rescue plan by leveraging his karmic connection with Allen.

After all, as a prison guard rotating through the heretical ward, he had not received any orders or heard any unusual activity, which was enough to prove that the plan was proceeding smoothly.

On the contrary, using the law of contact can easily lead to overthinking and make one's behavior appear unnatural.

"Ah—" Colin yawned, walking at the back of the group. "You guys aren't asleep?"

"I dozed off for a while," Anders replied.

"They spend all their precious daytime time sleeping, and yet they're all so energetic at night despite how boring it is—" Colin remarked, "What a waste of their time—"

As they approached the first gate leading to the heretical prison area.

Knowing that only the captain indulged him, Colin toned down his carefree attitude.

Captain Foster, who was walking at the front, greeted the prison guard on duty at the gate and offered his arms out for inspection: "Thank you for your hard work."

"You too." The prison guard on duty conducted a routine full-body check on the five people, and allowed them to leave after ensuring that they were not carrying any prohibited items.

Due to several prison breaks, the prison has raised its security level to a new level.

Therefore, the subsequent gates followed the same cumbersome process, which meant that it took the group about two minutes to get from the first floor to the second basement level.

"Finally, we arrived at the tightly closed main gate of the heresy prison. As usual, Captain Foster rang the bell and waited for the priest to open the door."

Jude, along with "Big Brother" Killian, "Poet" Anders, and "Handsome" Colin, stood side by side behind Captain Foster, pretending to wait as they went to collect sewage buckets from cells in different directions.

Thirty seconds.

One minute.

There was no response from the heresy ward.

Captain Foster pressed the doorbell again.

"Beep"

Thirty seconds.

"Beep"

Another thirty seconds.

"What's going on?" Colin asked. "Could it be that it's asleep like me?"

"Should we knock on the door?" Killian suggested.

"Let's wait and see." Captain Foster rang the doorbell more and more frequently.

As of now, no one has raised any alarm, assuming that the two priests and Alan are too engrossed in their card game to hear the bell.

Jude remained silent, feeling both nervous and at ease.

The priests haven't come out for so long; they must have died at Allen's hands. Since the priests are dead, Allen should have already led his men to join up with Guild Master Frost and escaped the capital.

The rescue operation was a success!

Next, it's time to test your acting skills!

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

When the doorbell rang but received no response, Captain Foster, following Killian's advice, began banging on the door.

"Captain—what's going on?" Colin became uneasy as he watched Captain Foster bang on the door for over a minute.

"Jude." Captain Foster also realized something was wrong, drew his baton from his waist, and ordered sternly, "Go and fetch Warden Connor Viera."

"Yes!" Jude was not surprised by this arrangement.

The key to the main gate of the Heretic Ward is held by only six people: the two priests on duty, the warden, the two deputy wardens, and Connor, the first-level warden in charge of the Heretic Ward.

As Connor's brother, it was most appropriate for me to personally invite him over.

"etc!"

"Hmm?" Jude stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Captain Foster, who was sniffing the air.

Captain Foster frowned, repeatedly confirming the faint smell of blood in the air.

then.

Before the team members could react...

His expression changed drastically, and without hesitation, he pressed the alarm button on the other side.

In an instant, alarms blared throughout the entire prison.

"Prepare for battle!" Captain Foster took two steps back and sternly urged the men to form a battle formation and stand ready.

"Big Brother" Killian responded quickly, pulling out his baton and standing shoulder to shoulder with Captain Foster.

Seeing this, Jude, Anders, and Colin hurriedly gripped their batons and, together with the captain and Killian, formed a semi-circle to surround the main gate of the heretics' cell.

"Captain, what's going on?!" Colin's face turned ashen.

He had repeatedly asked Captain Foster for sick leave because he was worried that another "heretic" escape would occur in the Heretic Ward after Keanu Archer.

And now.

The thing I least wanted to face seems to have really happened.

Captain Foster stared intently at the main gate of the prison block, making no attempt to conceal his conclusion: "Something's happened inside."

Wangdu Heavy Prison, administration building, and office of the first-level warden.

"Woo-woo"

The alarm suddenly went off.

Connor, who had been living in prison for some time, suddenly woke up from a light sleep, instinctively grabbed his coat, and headed straight for the special cell block building.

Although no one had come to report the situation yet, he knew very well that an alarm sounding at this critical juncture could only mean two things.

The first possibility is that the other priests, without his knowledge, orchestrated a third prison break in order to continue promoting the "heresy" movement.

Given that two such attempts have been planned in a short period of time, and neither has effectively put pressure on His Majesty Leonard, this possibility is actually quite slim.

The second possibility is that the heretical organization that Jude's brother joined has finally begun their rescue operation.

Considering the priests' frequent actions, which greatly prompted the "heretic organization" to speed up the rescue operation, Jude had specifically sought him out a few days ago, telling him that he didn't need to do anything.

So most likely, they really did take action.

Will it succeed?

Will it still fail?

Connor knew this was the best chance to save the forty-two imprisoned wizards and resonance sorcerers.

If necessary.

He was even willing to expose his own stance to help the "heretics".

"Connor, what happened?!"

In the corridor of the administration building, all the people on night shift came out of their offices and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Seeing Connor leave in a hurry, some people mistakenly thought he knew something and couldn't help but chase after him, asking him questions as he walked away.

"I don't know, I'll go check out the heresy ward first," Connor replied briefly.

The Heretic Ward is the most crucial part of the Royal Capital Heavy Prison.

As the chief warden in charge of the heretical prison area, his advance arrival at the heretical prison area would naturally not arouse suspicion.

At the same time.

The prison guards patrolling the inner and outer walls and watchtowers, as well as the two armed guards stationed in the ordinary and special prison areas respectively, all checked their weapons and stood at attention, awaiting orders from their superiors.

Deputy Warden Chambers and Priest Cole Sanders, who were also in the prison, met Connor outside the special ward building and quickly entered the building together, heading straight to the heretical ward on the second basement level.

Outside the main gate of the heretical prison area.

"The siren is still blaring."

The prison guards responsible for guarding each gate did not rush to provide assistance.

The lessons of the past are still fresh in their minds; they simply locked the gates and held their ground.

Captain Foster glanced at his four teammates, not daring to relax for a moment.

The fact that the alarm sounded but the heretical prison remained completely silent further proved that the two priests stationed there had met with misfortune.

In the heretic prison, where a heretic had recently attempted to escape, the only thing that could bring misfortune to the priests was a heretic!

They'll break out sooner or later!

With only himself and his few subordinates wielding batons, he could never be a match for the "heretics"!

Captain Foster outwardly maintained his composure, but inwardly he kept urging the reinforcements to arrive as soon as possible.

Thank goodness.

The Royal Capital Heavy Prison's response speed is beyond anyone's imagination.

The alarm sounded at 12:04 a.m., and by 12:07 a.m., three priests, led by Deputy Warden Chambers, had arrived at the scene.

"What's going on?!" Deputy Warden Chambers' face was terribly grim.

Connor, standing beside him, exchanged a glance with Jude, who was directly in front of him. Seeing Jude nod almost imperceptibly, Connor's anxiety subsided considerably.

"Deputy Warden," Captain Foster stepped forward, saluted, and reported the situation, "We are prison guards on rotation to the Heretic Block. As is customary, we are supposed to empty the sludge buckets at midnight sharp. But no matter how many times we ring the bell or knock on the door, there is no response. And I smell blood."

no respond.

Bloody smell.

This speaks volumes.

"Connor, go open the door." Deputy Warden Chambers was already certain that an "outsider" had indeed escaped, and to ensure his own safety, he specifically ordered Connor to go in first to investigate.

"Yes." Connor stepped forward, took out his key, and opened the front door.

When the view became clear, everyone was shocked.

The bodies of the two priests were in a gruesome state.

All the cells where "heretics" were imprisoned had their doors wide open.

Although they had all prepared themselves mentally before opening the prison doors, it was clear that no one could remain calm in the face of this scene.

"Where...where is he?! Where is he?!" Deputy Warden Chambers shoved aside the "poet" Anders who was blocking his way, staring wide-eyed as he looked around. "Where did the heretic go?!"

The others followed him into the heresy cell, but none of them could answer his question.

"This—this—" Colin saw the bearded priest's head shatter into pieces like a smashed watermelon, his legs went weak, and he vomited up his dinner with a "whoosh".

"Where is Allen?" Anders searched for Allen's whereabouts.

Captain Foster and Killian both looked grave.

Jude's heart skipped a beat when he saw the severed arm next to the bearded priest's corpse.

The two priests died tragically, but at least their limbs were intact.

That extra severed arm, covered by a prison guard's long sleeve—was only Allen's.

"Where are they? Where are they? Where are they?" Deputy Warden Chambers had no time to care about the lives of the two priests. He swept past cell after cell, only wanting to figure out how the "forty-two heretics" had vanished into thin air.

"Deacon." Connor, who was much calmer, immediately noticed the unusual situation in the prayer room. "Prayer room."

Deputy Warden Chambers turned and entered the prayer room, staring dumbfounded at the moved idol and the exposed opening: "—A tunnel?!"

Connor hummed in agreement: "They must have escaped through the tunnels."

"What are you waiting for?! Go after them!!" Deputy Warden Chambers urged angrily.

He could grit his teeth and accept the deaths of the two priests.

In a sense, with such an excellent pretext, even if Leonard's attitude was tough, he had to prioritize the overall situation and agree to transfer the "heresy" to the church temple.

But if we can't bring back the 42 escaped heretics, what's the point of Leonard agreeing to the transfer?

"The priests died, and a large number of heretics escaped."

As the highest-ranking church official in charge of the capital's heavy prison, he cannot escape blame!

"Yes." Connor had originally wanted to volunteer to "hunt down the heretics," but upon hearing Chambers's shout, he immediately crawled into the tunnel, much to his delight.

"Cole!"

"I'm here," said the old priest Cole Sanders, stepping forward.

"Go to the temple! Summon the involved wizards to assist in the investigation!"

"Yes," Cole Sanders replied. "—Should we report this to the bishop?"

"A bishop?" Chambers, in the deputy prison, sneered angrily. He wanted to suppress the matter and report it to his superiors after a satisfactory resolution, hoping for leniency from the Church. But forty-two "heretics" had escaped, far exceeding his capabilities. "You think this is something a bishop can handle? I will personally report to the College of Cardinals! I will request an immediate city-wide lockdown and the deployment of priests from various regions for a joint manhunt!"

"Understood, I'll go right now." Cole Sanders asked no more questions and used the power of the wind element to instantly leave the heresy prison.

In a short time.

Only Chambers and Jude, among other prison guards, remained in the heretical ward.

"What are you all doing?!" Chambers knew the guards were truly innocent; after all, the "heretics" hadn't even gone upstairs, having simply escaped silently through the tunnel. But the thought of being held accountable by both the church and the prison afterward made him shout loudly to try and shift the blame, trying to hide his inner panic. "Weren't you on duty in the heretic ward?! Is this what you've done?!"

Jude, Colin, Killian, and Anders remained silent.

Captain Foster also kept his head down and did not refute.

There's no point in saying anything now. As the deputy warden, he can sentence them however he wants.

Arguing forcefully will not only fail to exonerate you, but will also further provoke Chambers.

"A bunch of useless idiots! What are you all standing there for?! Go report to the warden! Go gather more guards to hunt down the heretics through the tunnels! Do you expect me to personally bring them back and award each of you a medal?!" Chambers cursed.

"Yes, sir!" Captain Foster turned to Jude and the others. "Let's go!"

"Hoo-hoo-hoo—you're all a bunch of useless trash!" Chambers put his hands on his hips, saw a pile of empty bottles scattered in the priest's lounge and playing cards on the table, and kicked the fat priest's corpse in a fit of rage.

He really couldn't understand it.

The cell door was tightly closed.

Even if some heretics emerged from the tunnels to break into the prison, wouldn't the two priests even have a chance to sound the alarm?!

It's quite possible—

He knew exactly what kind of people his underlings were.

Believing the "heretics" couldn't possibly escape, they spent their days lazily playing cards, drinking, sleeping, and even skipping shifts during their guard duty.

Normally, the high-ranking priests, being confined to prison year after year, were quite unhappy about it, so they turned a blind eye to the other priests and didn't want to make a fuss about it.

But if something really goes wrong, then it's a different story.

Having silently devised a plan to shift the blame, Chambers lingered no longer in the heresy ward and rushed to his office, dialing a number directly to the Cardinals of the Holy Church of the Wind.

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