The Final Story of Miss Weird

Luo Ling was silent for a long time, turned his head to look at the location of the statue, and the spherical sacrificial vessel with a stone base had been taken away by the educator.

However, with Luo Ling's power inside, its existence can be located at any time, and even the mycelium can be spread.

It’s not that easy to steal the authority of a weirdo...or a human-like weirdo. The “price” is not always what it seems.

"Leave first."

Luo Ling turned his wheelchair towards the door. After the door opened with a creak, Stasha immediately came to greet him.

"Sister, are you ready?"

Stasha asked.

"Ah."

Luo Ling responded softly.

Melodious sacred music rang out inside the cathedral, coming from Victoria's top Anglican choir, which was stationed on both sides of the nave, singing and spreading the glory of the Lord.

When Luo Ling and Stasha returned to the central hall, the Anglican Archbishop of Victoria was already standing on the pulpit, reciting sacred scriptures to the devout believers below the stage.

However, compared to the archbishop, the believers in the audience were obviously more interested in Her Highness the Saint who had just appeared. Although they were willing to listen to the archbishop's sermon, when Her Highness the Saint appeared, they all knelt down and performed the sacrament in collective silence.

The archbishop was stuck in the awkward position, not knowing whether to speak or not.

He glanced at the saint behind him with a slightly gloomy look. It was he who presided over the tribunal and expelled this rebel who dared to interpret the classics from the church. He did not expect that the other party would come back in this way.

Luo Ling noticed the bishop's gaze and nodded with a slight smile.

She felt a little uneasy in her heart, as if it was a sign of danger, but she couldn't find where it came from, so she felt a little uneasy.

The archbishop snorted coldly and showed no intention of giving up the pulpit.

So what if she is a saint? She still needs to give in before the archbishop.

The reason why the Archbishop wanted to attend the mass ceremony in person was to steal the limelight from the most popular saint in Victoria in recent days and let the whole of Victoria know who is the one who can truly represent the will of the Lord.

No one can understand the Lord better than him.

——In fact, it was mainly because during this period all the indulgences of believers had been handed over to the Church of Light, and the income of the Anglican Church had dropped sharply, and it really couldn't hold on.

After seeing that the Saint seemed to be outshined by him, the Archbishop raised a barely perceptible smug smile.

"Just be sensible."

The archbishop was satisfied, and as the believers stood up, he continued his sermon.

But just as he cleared his throat, a sharp whistle suddenly came from outside the cathedral.

When everyone was caught off guard, a strong aura with a bloody connotation struck.

The next moment, the road from the cathedral's gate to the pulpit suddenly turned into a bloody road.

The archbishop standing on the pulpit at this moment instantly turned into a pool of meat paste, splashing a brilliant flower of blood.

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Chapter 7 She Died (k)

In front of the firelight of the fireplace, there were three silent figures.

Philosopher, educator, historian.

It was a rare moment for the three pioneer leaders to gather together, but their expressions were all quite gloomy, and even the atmosphere seemed a little stagnant.

At this moment, the problems that the "pioneers" need to face are quite serious.

"The performer...is confirmed dead."

The educator sitting on the sofa spoke softly, staring at the fireplace, watching the burning fire, his childish expression full of indifference.

At the same time, the philosopher moved his small stool and sat in front of the wall of the cabin. He raised his hand tremblingly and took down a photo of a cold woman in the second sequence.

The woman in the photo is wearing a suit, a gray hat, and holding a baton, looking elegant and mysterious.

But...she's dead.

The photo in the philosopher's hand instantly broke into pieces and slowly fell to the ground.

What can be seen is that a lot of photo fragments have accumulated on the ground, and in a small corner of the photo fragments, there is a dim dark golden vertical pupil.

There are fewer photos on the wall, leaving a lot of empty space.

The directors of the "company" are now completely crazy and want to tear the chessboard apart, because all the chips in their hands have been lost, while the "pioneer" has not yet made a single move.

In order to curb the actions of the "Pioneers" to the greatest extent possible, the old man simply gave up maintaining the barrier that covered and monitored the entire Victoria, and transferred all this power to searching for the locations and existence of each Pioneer member in Victoria.

The "musician" who was confirmed dead was not the first victim of this crazy storm. Before him, five pioneers had died one after another.

But the "Performer"... is one of the very few ninth-level awakeners in the "Dream Traveling" path. Even the previous "Artist" was slightly inferior to him in strength, but he still couldn't stop the attack from the "Company".

There is only one reason.

...The one who made the move was a young man who was one of the three directors.

This berserker known for his bloodiness belongs to the "Judgment" path, and is the best at head-on combat among all the known awakeners.

Even the most powerful old man and philosopher in Victoria dare not face the attack from him. His unreasonable absolute power will tear apart all obstacles that dare to stand in his way.

The "Performer" was indeed quite powerful. If it were the other two directors, they would not be able to kill him so easily. Unfortunately, he met a madman, and all his "dream-wandering" methods were unable to stop the boy who was in a state of rage.

Before the "forbidden" secret technique could be used in a desperate attempt, the "performer" was cut in half.

The historian, who was still only a shadow, remained silent from beginning to end. He said nothing, as if he was thinking about something, or considering a decision.

At this moment, the philosopher's face, which was full of wrinkles and corpse spots, tightened, and the corners of his mouth raised a little, revealing an old smile.

“It’s not all bad news, comrades. The directors’ frantic actions mean that their plans have failed.

"Although the Pioneers have suffered heavy losses, it doesn't matter. Soon... it will be our moment of victory - as long as the path to godhood can be successfully completed."

"That's true, I know that." The educator sighed, "But the loss is too severe. Six top pioneers died directly at the hands of a young man. It's not worth it."

You can die, but it must be a meaningful death.

But the problem is...it doesn't take much effort for the young man to kill them. The old man locks on their position, and the young man attacks suddenly. If one strike doesn't kill them, he'll strike again.

There are very few people who can withstand two blows head-on without dying. Even if they have the strange ability of "Silence and Death", they will probably die countless times at his hands until they are completely trapped in "Silence and Death".

That is, the state of being dead to the point where one cannot die any further.

"The other pioneers have gone completely silent, but it is not ruled out that they will be found by the old man. There is no absolutely safe place in the whole of Victoria now, including here."

The educator said in a deep voice, "If we cannot stop the killing of young people, even if we succeed in becoming gods... I am afraid that when the new world arrives, we will not have enough pioneers to take on the responsibility of leading mankind."

Hearing the educator's concerns, the philosopher nodded thoughtfully and said,

"This...is indeed a problem."

Their ultimate goal is to save humanity, but the sacrifices involved are a little greater in the process.

Even if the "pioneer" can ultimately win the game, he still has to consider the responsibilities he needs to fulfill after winning.

"Philosophy", "education" and "history" alone are not enough. Human beings in the new world need more knowledge.

"You had a clash with the young man not long ago. What are your chances of winning?" The old man turned to look at the educator and asked.

"Well...it depends on the situation. If we meet suddenly, it's 20/80. If we fight head-on, I have about a 40% chance of winning. But with the characteristics of my power "Ember Destruction", if I have enough time and space to prepare and arrange...70%. I have a 70% chance of making him pay a fatal price."

Educators have always been calm and steady, never arrogant. If they say they can win, they can win, and if they say they will lose, they will lose.

The answer he gave at this time was the result of careful consideration and would not be too different from the actual situation.

The philosopher hesitated for a moment and said, "That is to say... under certain circumstances, you are sure you can kill the boy?"

"It's hard to say whether he can kill him or not. He has some means to save his life." The educator said in a deep voice, "But if he can cause irreparable injuries... we are still somewhat certain." He paused and continued,

"But the problem is that the young man always resolves the battle with lightning speed, which doesn't leave me much time to prepare. Moreover, his whereabouts are erratic, and I don't know when he will attack whom. I can't wait until only one of the pioneers is dead before setting up a killing plan, right?"

It is even more unrealistic to get all the pioneers to form a group. They are all scattered and hiding all over Victoria. Once they take action, they will be more easily targeted by the old man. I am afraid that they will be killed one by one by the young man in the process of forming a group.

"If we knew who the boy was going to kill next, could we prepare in advance?"

At this moment, the historian who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke, his voice still without any emotion, hoarse and unreal.

"Ok?"

The philosopher and educator both raised their heads, looking at the shadow that was almost attached to the wall, their eyes slightly stern.

Historian...is it finally time to make the final decision?

"Please go on, historian," the educator whispered.

"The existence that the "Company" fears the most is, after all, the "White Witch" who has the power to collapse Victoria at any time, and the strangeness of annihilating the boundaries during the collapse. This will completely turn all the means that they are proud of into nothingness."

The historian said calmly, "We don't know the details of the latter yet, but the former..."

"I understand."

The educator nodded slightly.

There was no need to make it too clear, but once the specific ideas were given to him, he certainly knew what to do.

"Use the Cathedral of the Church of Light as the barrier. Once the barrier is completely set... it's time to bait and reel in the net." The educator's eyes flickered, and the tension in his expression finally dissipated a little. "When the time comes..."

He did not continue speaking, but looked straight at the historian.

So, can historians be teenagers?

If the historian were a teenager, this would be a blatant declaration of war.

Or, now that we have ruled out teenagers, the chance of an elderly person is also very low... Is it a woman?

Although it is not yet clear, it does provide an opportunity to confront the teenager... and possibly the historian, at least for now.

And now, what educators lack is such an opportunity.

He did not waste any more time, and his figure quickly disappeared in the wooden house, leaving only a pool of blood on the sofa, which completely disappeared under the light of the fireplace.

In a blink of an eye, the historian disappeared from the cabin, leaving only the philosopher.

The old philosopher just remained silent and pondered, as if he was considering and pondering his next decision.

"Ah."

He laughed softly, which seemed to be mixed with a hint of disdain and ridicule.

......

On the busy street, a handsome young man was walking among the crowd.

Apart from his outstanding appearance and conspicuous black hair, the boy seemed to be just an ordinary person that could be seen everywhere in Victoria.

Maybe only some young women would pay a few more glances at him because of his appearance, but that's all.

The boy was carrying a long cloth bag, which was several inches taller than him. The bag was bulging, and no one knew what was in it, but it seemed to be very light, because the boy looked normal when carrying it, his face was not red and he was not out of breath, and he looked quite relaxed.

He just walked along with the crowd like an ordinary person, listening to the familiar noise of the street. Some memories seemed to appear on the boy's cold face.

Long, long ago, the boy was once one of the countless people in the world, repeating the boring daily routine with his eyes blinded.

Until you see the real side of the world.

Until you have to bear the responsibilities that you must bear.

Until...became a director of the "Company".

The area around was filled with people heading to the cathedral to watch the ceremony. It was so crowded that no one could move around. However, the young man was like a fish in water, moving smoothly among the crowd.

Until he saw the towering spires not far away reaching up to the sky, and melodious sacred music floating in the wind, as if even the whole Victoria was shrouded in the glory of the Lord, moving towards a happy and stable future.

"The weather is nice." The young man raised his head slightly, looked at the warm sun hanging in the sky, and said softly, "It's a good day to kill someone."

He untied the large cloth bag on his back and raised his thumb in the direction of the church door, as if aiming at the pulpit.

The next moment, a bloody storm arose, and the originally crowded crowd was instantly emptied - all were completely crushed into pieces by a gust of strong wind, and the broken meat and internal organs were mixed together, gathering in a river of blood, flowing slowly on the ground.