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Chaos was the main reason for their defeat, a fact that had been proven countless times in bloody battles.

Hopper thought, took off her cloak and put it back into her bag. At this time, she had completely transformed into an elderly man with neatly combed silver hair and a meticulously trimmed beard.

Hopper carefully turned out of the alley, and the chaotic scene on the street made the lawful devil wrinkle his nose.

She controlled her emotions, straightened her expression, and revealed a sad face. She grabbed a half-grown child who was running by and asked:

"What happened, kid? What was that explosion?"

The brown-haired child was barefoot, but he didn't look injured, just frightened.

"There's a monster! My lord! There's a monster! The archbishop has been killed by the devil! The devil is still killing people in the cathedral!"

Author's words: The Harrier of the Holy Spirit

It's actually Consecrated Harrier. I changed the name myself.

Chapter 184 The Knights

Let's put aside the succubus who is obsessed with playing the role of an old man, and with the help of the God of Time, turn the clock back one hour and see what the knights are doing.

Igor raised his hand and waved, inviting the knights to come closer. Through the light coming through the crack in the door, they could see that the warlocks had finished their meal and returned to their posts.

Six of them chanted into the crystal, directing invisible tides of magical energy. The power they unleashed caused green runes within the crystal to continuously appear and disappear. The remaining sorcerer disappeared without a trace.

"Is this the crystal you mentioned?" He Wei asked in a low voice. "It seems there are quite a lot of guards. What should we do?"

"Dealing with them won't be a problem," the Inquisitor gestured, and everyone retreated back into the darkness. "From what I understand, their magic is limited. But we must eliminate them quickly and quietly, as well as the guards outside the door. If we attract the attention of the entire Eagle's Nest, your mission will be doomed to failure."

"Don't worry, we brought enough weapons." Knight Yaron patted him on the shoulder and began to distribute things to everyone. "Everyone take a portion."

"Be careful, these balls will emit a very bright flash once they are smashed." He held four or five delicate ceramic balls in his hands. The spheres were hollowed out and looked thinner than eggshells. "And they don't distinguish between friend and foe, so be careful when using them."

"My weapons are all silver-plated, so I don't need silver ointment." Igor declined the jar of ointment offered by Aaron, instead reaching out to pick up a round bottle filled with golden liquid. "Liquid light bomb? Lord Monte is very well-connected. I remember that the Church of the Eternal Sun rarely sells such powerful magical weapons."

The judge put down the liquid light bomb and picked up a loosely wrapped paper bag. He carefully opened a corner and found a powder with a faint glow inside that looked like glass shards.

"Exorcism Dust?" The Inquisitor raised an eyebrow, examining it carefully. "Is it a product of Lady Hearth's workshop?"

The knights were in awe of the Inquisitor's erudition. The mission was urgent, and while neither Aaron nor Hewei had fully mastered the use of so many magical items, he knew them all at a glance.

Igor dusted his hands, stood up, and glanced outside. The orcs were still busy with their own affairs and didn't notice that he had been in the messenger's house for a while.

"Let me be frank, everyone," the Inquisitor said sternly. "I know you all come from noble families, are highly skilled, and have fought orcs many times. But none of you have much experience fighting against swarming spellcasters. I would like to be in command from now on. Is that alright?"

The knights looked at each other, Aaron and Edim nodded, only Knight Hewei was a little unconvinced, but said nothing.

"Very well, I don't have time to teach a class on how to deal with spellcasters right now." The Inquisitor drew his crossbow and began to string it. "Spellcasters, especially those who can't fly, are not difficult to deal with. They are fragile and easily disturbed. Don't worry about killing them, just enough pain to make them unable to cast spells."

"Later, Yaron, Idimu, and I will take charge of the left, center, and right groups of crystals respectively," Igor arranged. He knew that Knight Hewei's combat power was the lowest among the four. "Knight Hewei, you will be responsible for the support. I didn't see the seventh orc, and the guards at the door will definitely hear the movement inside. You understand what I mean."

Next, the Inquisitor showed the three knights various possibilities and countermeasures for spellcasting, making full use of all the props at hand. He even estimated the direction the enemy might come from.

Finally, the Inquisitor stopped talking and pondered in the darkness. He still had one unresolved issue, the most troublesome one—what to do if the messenger lady came?

"Mr. Inquisitor, is there something wrong?" Knight Aaron reminded carefully, fearing that he would disturb his meditation.

Igor came back to his senses as if waking from a dream, shook his head, took out an iron bottle from his belt and handed it to Aaron.

"Cold Heart Potion, one sip each," he instructed. When Yaron and Edimu heard the name, they recalled the morning when the Inquisitor had purchased the raw materials from Hopper amidst a room filled with blood.

The shared memories made Aaron smile. He opened the bottle and carefully drank a sip of the blue-purple potion, feeling as if his internal organs were frozen.

After everyone finished drinking, the Inquisitor picked up his crossbow, carefully opened the door a crack, and took aim at his target.

Before he could fire, a seventh orc appeared. With his appearance, the other six spellcasters, as if receiving a signal, increased their energy transmission. The number of runes within the three crystals rapidly increased, illuminating the dim cave.

After the light that lasted for a while faded away, the six orcs breathed a sigh of relief.

"Airstrike, Sharp Fang" was the speaker, a dark-skinned orc with large, round scars that replaced his hair and covered his entire head.

Idle Fang nodded and made a few notes in an open book. Igor carefully tilted the crossbow and aimed at Fang's chest.

However, before Fang could say anything, the three crystals suddenly shook violently, nearly knocking the orcs transmitting the energy to the ground. Then, the bloated demon tentacles hanging from the ceiling twisted wildly, emitting sharp howls.

"Second attack!" the dark-skinned orc shouted, trying to stabilize the crystals. The runes inside the three crystals began to fade rapidly. "The power is too strong! We must add new sacrifices, blood sacrifices! Otherwise, the master's barrier will not hold!"

"Curly! We don't have another sacrifice!" shouted the brown-skinned orc standing on the other side. His head was bald, and where his ears should have been were only two deep black holes. "It's too late to go to the cell to find the death row prisoner now!"

"Logaaa!" Fang cursed, and judging by his expression, it must have been a curse word. He paced through the swaying crystal, suddenly glancing at the door on the cave wall. He grinned, revealing his dark gums.

"I found the sacrifice!" he said, running towards the messenger's room. "Yigal, get out here!"

Igor understood what he meant and without hesitation, pulled the trigger of the crossbow.

The orc's face was frozen in a mixture of ecstasy and terror. He fell to the ground in disbelief, and a crossbow bolt pierced through the back of his head.

The sorcerers didn't react to what happened at first, but as the door was kicked open and a white ball was thrown out, they roared angrily.

It was too late. Light far brighter than a thousand suns burst out from the broken sphere. The clean spears of light stung the orcs' eyes that were accustomed to darkness. They screamed in pain and covered their eyes.

They didn't have the chance to open their eyes again, as the knights who had been prepared rushed out quickly after the flash, but even faster than them were the Inquisitor's crossbows.

The battle itself was a tedious one. The weak-bodied warlocks, blinded by the sword-wielding knights, were all killed on the spot before they could even offer any effective resistance.

"There's another one." Aaron stepped on the back of the last warlock, grabbed his hair, and hung his sword at his neck. "Do you want to keep him alive?"

Before the Inquisitor could reply, several angry roars diverted his attention. The four guards at the entrance heard the unusual noises coming from the cave and roared in shock and anger.

"Keep an eye on it," said the Knight Hervey, who was in high spirits, throwing his cloak and waving his sword as he went forward.

Chapter 185: Beastiality

Knight Hewei flew sideways through the air, his back hitting the rough cave wall with a dull thud, and he rolled to the ground due to the impact, his life or death unknown.

Edim rushed over and helped up the knight whose head was covered in blood. His fingers trembled as he touched the other's carotid artery. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he felt a strong beating, and his brows relaxed slightly.

"Seventh Heaven, please protect the hero's bloodline." Golden light like the warm sun burst out from the palm of Edim's hand, wrapped around the wound on Hewei's head, and gradually stopped the blood from flowing out.

After a quick check, Yidimu patted him twice on the shoulder. When he saw his eyelids flutter and he woke up drowsily, he pursed his lips and turned away with relief.

At that moment, Aaron and Igor were among the orc corpses battling the culprit who had sent Hewei flying. The monster was covered in shaggy black hair and was incredibly large, more than a head taller than Igor. Its chest was as broad as a small hill, and a chain swung from its arms, as thick as tree trunks, creating a whirring breeze that blew dust off the cave ceiling.

The monster roared, punching Aaron, who slipped on the blood. Aaron was forced to block with his sword. After a dull thud, he was pushed back five or six steps by the huge force. His arm was numb, and he could hardly hold the hilt of the sword.

Without thinking too much, Edim immediately drew his sword and attacked the chasing monster.

The effect was immediate. The monster attempted to repeat its previous move, sending the newly arrived foe flying. However, the longsword, blazing with holy flames, was far superior to ordinary iron. Upon contact, Edim inflicted a deep wound on its arm, leaving the bone visible. The air was thick with the smell of scorched flesh. The monster roared in pain, and the Inquisitor seized the opportunity to pierce its left thigh with his sword, drawing forth a stream of foul-smelling blood.

The wounded monster's eyes were bloodshot, and he frantically danced the chains in his hands into tight circles. The chains rubbed against the air, making a sharp whistling sound, forcing the Inquisitor and Edim to draw their swords and retreat. Gravel flew everywhere under the whipping of the chains.

"Are you okay?" Edim stared at the monster with his eyes focused, and only squeezed out a few words quickly from the corner of his mouth.

"It's okay." Knight Aaron spat out bloody saliva, reached into the breastplate and rubbed his aching chest - in order to withstand the punch, a conspicuous dent was added on the breastplate, but fortunately the ribs were not broken.

"What is that?" Edim asked again. He lowered his body and held the sword with both hands. He felt the burning pain of the holy scar on his shoulder, which made the flames on the sword burn more fiercely.

"An orc infected with lycanthropy," the Inquisitor replied, his thick brow furrowed as he directed the two knights to move further away from the monster. "I don't know what disease it has, but all lycanthropes have the same problem."

"Don't let him bite you," he warned gravely. "I don't think Lord Monte would accept a wolf rider, or worse, a boar rider."

The orc seemed to see their concerns, and let out a low roar from his throat, waving the chains and approaching the three people. The heavy chains brought out a few sparks on the cave wall, and the loose stones were directly smashed to pieces.

"Hah!" Igor did not sit still and wait for death. He roared angrily and took advantage of the moment when the monster's chains were about to fly. Then, he thrust his sword into the curtain of chains like a cobra with its head raised.

The moment the blade collided with the chain, the throbbing metal throbbed, piercing his eardrums. The immense force nearly sent his sword flying. The Inquisitor decisively let go of the sword, swung his left arm, and unleashed the crossbow bolt hidden in his sleeve. The iron bolt pierced the air, striking the orc in the face.

The orc roared in pain, raised his strong arm, and blocked the crossbow arrow with his rough fur, but this distraction made it impossible for him to block the other two long swords.

Knight Aaron knew very well that his strength was far inferior to that of the enemy, so he directly slashed at the orc's thigh with his sword in both hands. The orc shrank back with incomprehensible agility, and the sword that should have cut off his muscle-tangled thigh missed, and instead made him face the orc's fist.

"Bang!" the chain-wrapped fist smashed into his arm armor. The metal creaked under the weight, its warped lines spreading like a spiderweb. Aaron clenched his teeth, his teeth chattering. Blood surged in his chest, a rusty taste lingered in his throat. He swallowed back the blood that was rushing to his lips.

Fortunately, his restraint was effective. Edim took two steps to run up and jumped high. The holy flame burst out with dazzling light on the blade and pierced the orc's ugly face.

However, the orc's massive body displayed amazing agility. It rushed forward, knocking Aaron to the ground. Its hairy back brushed past the knight's nose, and the stench of decay made him nauseous. Then, the orc rolled on the ground, crushing Aaron and avoiding the fatal blow.

As soon as he landed, the orc rolled continuously, quickly separating himself from the others who hadn't yet adjusted themselves. However, such a reckless action would inevitably come at a price. By the time he stood up again, the Inquisitor, who had retrieved his sword, had already taken advantage of the opportunity to slice a bloody gash across his back.

Edim stepped forward quickly and stretched out his hand to pull up the staggering Aaron. The latter's eyes were still a little dazed, and it was obvious that he was dazed by the crushing blow just now.

"Don't waste time," Igor said bluntly, noticing that Yaron was running low on energy. "Go destroy the crystal, and Idiom and I will hold him back."

Yaron didn't wait for him to repeat himself, retreating to the corner and preparing to go around. The orc immediately noticed his intention and lashed the chain at his back like a venomous snake, leaving a trail of shadows behind as the iron rings clashed.

"Evildoer, your opponent is me." Edim leaped forward, and the sword and chain made a deafening collision sound. The powerful force almost broke his palm.

While Edim was entangled in the monster, Igor feinted, then flicked his left arm, releasing hidden bolts like a swarm of bees. With a series of "puffs," each bolt pierced the orc's waist. The orc's left hand wasn't idle either, attacking Yaron's back. He grabbed a table and hurled it at the advancing Inquisitor. However, these bolts, no longer than a finger, were no pain to the orc's thick skin. He didn't even bother to care about the injury and simply hurled the table at the Inquisitor.

Igor was prepared. With the agility of a monkey, he dodged and fired another burst of hidden arrows, this time aiming at the orc's eyes. The monster hurriedly raised his hand to block, but it left an opening.

Yidim's eyes were like two pale moons, divine power surged within him. He raised his palms and roared, "All evils, retreat!"

A bright and flawless light burst out from him, like a full moon rising into the sky.

The orc let out a shrill scream, its black fur suddenly igniting with golden flames, and the stench of burnt fur filled the air. It covered its eyes and retreated repeatedly. Igor took the opportunity to advance and thrust his longsword into its abdomen. Black blood flowed from the blade, forming a foul puddle on the ground.

The monster, in pain, swung its arm and struck the Inquisitor like a battering ram. Igor was thrown back by the force, but he landed safely in mid-air with a neat front flip, blocking Edim's advance.

"Giant Wasp Venom" He raised his left arm and said, "Let's wait a moment."

The blinded orc felt fear for the first time. More importantly, he felt his hands and feet gradually becoming numb and stiff. If the poison spread further, he would be at the mercy of others. But now he could only frantically swing the chains and the table, trying to stop the enemy coming from nowhere.

In this chaos, the sound of the crystal breaking seemed so insignificant, but it made the orcs shudder all over.

It even stopped resisting, curled up into a ball, teeth chattering "No... No... Mistress, don't!"

Edim supported Yaron, and the Inquisitor untied the crossbow from his waist and pointed it at the orc's head. All three were confused.

However, as if in the blink of an eye, a woman in a white robe suddenly appeared beside the orc, patted his head, and sang in a lazy and charming voice:

"Rise up! My servant, fight for your mistress!"

Chapter 186: The Misguided Messenger

Igor did not hesitate and pulled the trigger on the orc still on the ground.

The sound of a crossbow bolt piercing the air shattered the silence of the cave. At a distance of just five meters, the iron arrow reached its target almost instantly. However, the expected blood spray did not bloom. Instead, when the arrow tip struck the orc's skull, there was a loud "clang" like a sword striking a steel helmet, and the arrow spun and flew away.

Everyone's breath froze instantly.

An unprecedented wail erupted from the orc's mouth. With the crackling sound of dislocated bones, its skull stretched wildly, its upper jaw and lower jaw thrust forward, revealing dagger-like fangs. Its skin darkened and shrank at a visible speed, stretching against its bones like old bark. The black hair that once covered its body was squeezed out of its pores by keratinized scales, making a soft crackling sound.

The most terrifying part was its shoulders and neck, where the muscles were wriggling and bulging like a living thing, and two pairs of bat-like membranous wings pierced the skin, with blood dripping from the connection between the blood vessels and fascia.

When those reptilian eyes opened, the former orc had completely disappeared, replaced by a mini black dragon - although it was several times smaller than the legendary dragon, the viciousness and tyranny in its eyes were no less.

"Skeleton Dragon! Transfiguration!" The Inquisitor stared at the woman who had appeared, as if facing a formidable enemy. He already knew her identity. "You are a messenger!"

His decisive judgment only elicited a chuckle from the woman.

The messenger hooked his fingertips around the edge of her hood and gently tugged, sending flaming red hair cascading down her smooth back. She calmly removed her open robe, like peeling a juicy fruit, revealing her enchanting body like a bright pearl in the dim cave.

Edim had seen Hopper's true form, and he had once believed that there was no woman more beautiful than her. But the woman before him easily disproved his belief.

Her skin shone with the lustre of mother-of-pearl, as if every inch of it emanated a warm, honey-hued glow. Even from a distance, the sweet fragrance of her body lingered on his nose. Not to mention her radiant face and strong, powerful breasts. Even the half-destroyed black wings on her back added a touch of imperfect and regretful beauty to her, making one wonder what kind of cruel villain would have the heart to harm such a beautiful creature.

Edim felt locked in her dark eyes, her plump rose-like lips did not move, but her soft voice echoed in his head.

"Won't you come over, my love~"

The knight felt that her eyes were as deep as two bottomless lakes, completely drowning him. He stumbled and stepped forward towards his lady.

At this moment, a sharp pain like a needle being pulled suddenly came from his chest - the contract signed with Hopper squirmed like a living thing, followed by an invisible cold current flowing along his spine and throughout his body, as if someone had cracked an egg on the back of his head.

The Chilling Heart Potion jolted Edim awake. He shuddered, raising his sword just in time to block the leaping young black dragon. He then kicked its soft underbelly and quickly withdrew from the fight.

Aaron, standing beside him, had already ripped off his breastplate and walked towards the messenger with a dazed look in his eyes. A fierce look flashed in Judge Igor's eyes. He swiftly stepped forward and struck Aaron on the back of the neck with his knife, knocking him unconscious. He then stood with Edimu, looking at the messenger with fear in his eyes.

"Be careful," he warned, "this is not an ordinary lust demon."

Edim nodded. He had only seen a few succubus, but he could clearly feel that the devil in front of him was completely different from Hopper. He was more beautiful and less conspicuous than her.

"Why do you all reject my kindness?" The messenger frowned and looked at the two men with resentment. "I am thinking about everyone else, why do you always make things so ugly~"

"You are so handsome, and so young." The messenger took a step forward, his upturned eyes tinged with crimson, a smile playing on his lips. Edimu felt his attention completely drawn to the two trembling cups of ice cream. "I'm even willing to forgive you for breaking my expensive crystal."

However, her expression suddenly darkened, and her red lips curled into a ferocious arc: "But, I was tricked today. My patience and love have been exhausted. Kill them!"

At her command, the black dragon leaped into the air, screaming at Edim before swooping down with a gust of wind. The knight rolled on the ground, his flaming sword colliding with the dragon's thorny tail in mid-air, sending up a shower of sparks.

The messenger herself had already rushed towards the Inquisitor with a fragrant breeze. The cold dagger in her hand was particularly charming against the backdrop of her warm body, like a thorny rose thrown at Igor.