Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

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Chapter 86: The Dismembered "Glorious Bishop"

"Thank you. It's fine to stop here. The way up the mountain is difficult."

Creek Hill, a plain carriage parked on the path at the foot of the hill.

A man's gentle voice came from the carriage, and the driver in front controlled the horses to stop.

The car door opened, and a left foot stepped out of the car and onto the stone-paved road.

They were a pair of high-quality leather boots, their glossy black felt reflecting the midday sun.

A well-dressed man got off the carriage, holding the brim of his tall cylindrical hat, walked to the side of the driver in front, took out his wallet, took out a five-shilling silver coin from it, and handed it to the driver.

"keep the change."

The man said with a smile.

After watching the coachman thank him and drive away in the carriage, the man took his cane and walked up the mountain step by step, looking like an ordinary gentleman who was hiking in the mountains.

Soon, he reached the middle of the mountain and saw a huge manor built on a platform.

He walked to the iron gate outside the manor, holding his cane with his gloved hands. After waiting for a while, a slightly puzzled expression appeared on his face.

What about people?

He looked around in confusion and saw a sign next to him that read "Venue adjustment, business will resume at 15:30."

The man raised his left hand and glanced at the gold watch on his hand. The hour and minute hands on it were pointing to 12:57.

Isn't it the right time to come?

The man looked at the half-open iron door in front of him, stood there for a while, and then walked in.

He walked all the way to the gate of the manor, walked straight in, and after looking around the luxurious hall, he saw a familiar mark.

Not wrong.

Following the mark, he walked into the reception room on the right, and followed the special marks vaguely formed in the complex pattern of the carpet to the next room.

Why is there no one here? Is Deton Manor usually so deserted?

The tip of the man's nose twitched slightly, but he didn't smell any blood. Soon, he let down his guard and reached out to press the switch of the secret door.

With the sound of gears meshing and chains dragging, a passage appeared in front of him.

The construction here is quite good... Unfortunately, the builder here, the priest, messed up a very important thing, so when I got the news, I had to come here to understand the details.

If it is determined that the serious fault was caused by the priest's own negligence, then I will take her to be judged and punished. As for this place... she will be abandoned directly.

Such a big thing has happened and the risk of exposure is too great. It is obviously impossible to continue construction here. Several years of operation have become a waste, and I have to clean up all the mess.

Establishing an underground temple is inherently dangerous and lingers on the edge of the rules.

Not only does this have little effect on the plan, but it also increases the risk of exposure. However, if the plan succeeds, everything here will become the priest's achievement, allowing her to be promoted faster.

This priest is still a little too eager for quick success.

He felt exhausted when he thought about how he had to deal with the mess here and quietly arrange for all those who had become believers to lie dormant elsewhere.

"Ugh."

The man sighed, and several white figures in long robes appeared from behind him.

A white shadow walked in front of the man, and then the white shadow slowly gazed, and a man in white appeared in front of the secret passage.

The gorgeous long gown he wore covered almost every inch of his skin, and the faceless mask on his face obscured his expression.

At this moment, his aura also changed. The elegant gentleman just now disappeared, and in his place was a cold and mechanical bishop who seemed to have no emotions.

He raised his left hand somewhat stiffly. The hands on his watch had already pointed to 13:00. He could vaguely hear some noise coming from the church at the bottom of the stairs.

Are they all down there?

Today is not a prayer day, and gathering down there at this time is clearly against the rules.

He raised his leg and walked into the secret passage. The white shadows behind him came in one after another, closed the secret passage door for him, and then returned to his shadow.

The bishop walked down the stairs with precise steps. Halfway down, he heard a strange gunshot.

boom--

"Um……"

Is there something wrong?

Before he could figure out what was happening below, he heard a chorus of recitations from below, like a church choir, and the echoes reverberated in the spiral corridor.

"In the endless darkness, I call upon you, Sadhana..."

"In the cracks of time and space, your existence transcends everything..."

"..."

The bishop stood there for a second without showing any expression, but in his heart he had already sentenced the priest to death.

Without the bishop present, they privately organized collective prayers...

Are you going to rebel?

The bishop took another step downwards, but this time, his pace was obviously faster.

As he got closer, the prayers below became louder and louder. Only then did the bishop realize something was wrong.

This...is not the sound of normal prayer.

Those people shouted out prayers like roaring, their tone full of madness.

For a moment, he couldn't tell which were the prayers of humans and which were the whispers in his own head.

He stopped at the door at the bottom of the stone spiral staircase, looked at the stone door in front of him with a faceless statue carved on it, and raised his hand to press it.

But at this moment, he felt a strong spiritual alarm.

This was a strong warning, as if he was looking directly into an indescribable existence, and his hand slowly retracted.

Soon, he seemed to realize something, slowly raised his hands and covered his ears.

The frantic chanting of prayers...did not abate in the slightest.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the wooden door in front of him, and the expression under the mask could no longer remain calm.

What the hell is going on inside?!

Why can even I be affected so much?

These sounds seemed to be engraved in his mind, and no matter how he tried to calm down, these sounds showed no sign of subsiding.

The hum of a spiritual alarm resonated in his head, forming a symphony with the whispers, the instruments composed of various bones and internal organs, and the vocals composed of wails and howls.

If this continues, the strange phenomena here will most likely be detected by the evil cult of the Savior Goddess!

Although he didn't know what the priest inside was doing, the bishop no longer cared about anything else. He had to go in and stop her!

The bishop raised his hand, and a white shadow emerged from behind him and smashed the door to pieces with one punch!

Boom——

The two-person-high door to the temple was blown to pieces, and the huge interior of the temple appeared before him. The scene inside made him stunned on the spot.

In the center of the three huge stone pillars, within this huge space, countless corpses were kneeling.

These mutilated ones, like gnawed corpses, all knelt in the direction of the Holy See.

A huge blood formation enveloped them, and the blood threads on all the corpses were connected to each other, like a huge spider web made of blood.

In the center of all the spider webs, the blood threads coiled upward and poured into a red and almost black vortex, and the bishop's mumbling in his mind was affected by the black blood vortex.

This is……

Blood sacrifice?!

How could she? !

The bishop looked down along the vortex of blood and saw the shriveled corpse floating in the air in front of the Holy Throne... That was the priest.

She...is dead.

Then... who presided over the ceremony?

pat-

The drained corpse slowly fell to the ground, revealing the red-haired figure that was hidden by the corpse.

She wore a mask with blood stains on half of her face, and a smile appeared on the other half. She looked up at the dark vortex above the temple and slowly raised her right hand in the direction of the vortex.

Brilliant starlight drifted out from the dark vortex and drifted towards the corpse in front of the figure.

At this moment, the bishop's brain seemed to have been hit hard, and all the wailing and muttering disappeared as if they had never appeared.

He stared blankly at the brilliant light entering the corpse and then watching the corpse slowly stand up.

Cocooning, breaking out of the shell, emerging from the shell... A terrifying half-human, half-insect figure appeared before him. At this moment, he felt an unprecedented calmness, as well as a sense of intimacy that seemed to come from the depths of his soul.

The figure that seemed to have walked out of the statue was standing in front of the temple with its back to him, making him unable to take his eyes off it for a moment.

Summon...Summoned?

Really...successful?

The Holy Advent sect has gone through countless years, enduring what generations have failed to accomplish.

Now, just like a dream, it appeared before him.

The potion could no longer suppress his emotions, and tears flowed from his mask, finally gathering and dripping from his chin.

Like other devout believers, he stepped into the blood formation at the back of the corpses and knelt down, then looked at the noble and holy figure that seemed to have walked out of the scriptures...

He slowly knelt in front of the girl in front of the altar.

bishop:"?"

The bishop had wanted to ask this question since a while ago.

Who is she?

"Mother Goddess... above..."

An ethereal voice echoed in the bishop's mind. After being stunned for two seconds, the bishop's expression slowly changed from confusion to incredible shock.

Ignoring the mumbling that had begun to haunt his mind again, he suddenly looked towards the girl in front of the Holy Throne, his mouth beneath the mask slowly opening.

What did He say?

Who is the Mother Goddess? !

No... no no no... calm down... you have to calm down...

You are a mature "Glory Bishop". The girl in front of you cannot possibly be the Mother Goddess. If she were, you would not be able to even think about it.

If the Mother God had appeared in the world, the world would have been controlled by the Holy Mother Sect long ago.

She... can only have one identity...

The agent of the Mother Goddess "Sardana", he is used to observe the human body in the world...the Holy Advent Sect's own saint!

He knew that the Saint of the Savior Goddess Cult was fake! Because she had not been able to awaken any power of the so-called goddess until now!

They are the Holy Advent Church! They are the minority who are on the right path!

A sense of glory and pride welled up in his heart. As a witness of this miracle, his heart was already filled with excitement.

Now, he couldn't wait to report this news to the top management and tell them that the time for a real counterattack had come.

But it’s not possible now... He couldn’t convince himself to move even a step away. Even if he missed this sacred scene for even a second, the bishop felt that he would live in regret for the rest of his life.

At this time, Charles also noticed the "Glowing Bishop" who was kneeling behind the group of zombies.

At the beginning, Charles had seen him directly blow up the door, and she was so scared that she quickly let the summoned brilliance possess Kitty's body in front of her.

As a result, when Charles was anxiously waiting for the half-human, half-insect monster to break out of its cocoon, the bishop knelt down after seeing the monster emerging from its cocoon?

Charles was not affected by spiritual creatures, so she could not sense what the bishop saw, but she was sure that the bishop must have misunderstood something after seeing the monster kneeling in front of him.

But judging by the current situation... it seems like there's no need to fight?

After a brief moment of thought, Charles moved slightly to the left, hiding behind the summoned spiritual creature, and asked in the direction of the bishop: "Who are you?"