Chapter 333: Rampage (Part 3)

  Rodhart and Sylka, two people, but four pieces of their bodies, were piled on the ground like trash. Although they were cut in half at the waist, their internal organs and such had not spilled out everywhere. The priests of The Radiant Citadel could naturally see that these two Dread Knights were exquisite works of magical art, and they were well-preserved.

  Stephen was squatting on the ground, carefully examining these four pieces of remains.

  "Mr. Stephen, His Majesty the Pope wishes to observe your treatment process," an old priest said, walking in to Stephen. His attitude was very respectful. Although this Mr. Stephen was not a member of the Church, he had been a frequent visitor to The Radiant Citadel as early as over twenty years ago, when His Majesty Dracon was still the Pope, and he was a friend of His Majesty Dracon.

  Stephen stood up, exchanged a look with Bishop Inham, and then nodded to the priest: "No problem. I will inform His Majesty Magnus when the time comes."

  "It seems Magnus is very curious, curious as to what method I will use to heal your son," Stephen said to Inham with a smile after the priest had left. "But it's not just him who's curious; even I am very curious."

  "The two Dread Knights created by Valthor are truly rare works of art, what a pity... These two little fellows were practically bathed in the fluctuations of white magic, even the magical imprints in their minds have been washed clean. The modified parts are still perfect... If used as material for a human body, it is indeed very good stuff... But you should know, even if Sandro and Valthor came here, they couldn't complete this modification. After all, your son is still a living person, not a zombie that can be manipulated at will. Sandro has already turned him into such a state. Unless there is strong white magic constantly maintaining his life force to ensure he stays alive during the lengthy modification, I can only do my best. And to ensure the perfection of this modification, the strength and duration of this white magic... I think even if Magnus and the three Cardinals join forces..." Stephen shrugged. "Do you understand what I mean? He will definitely not be willing. Your son is a card in his hand."

  Inham nodded: "I understand. But you can rest assured. When the time comes, all these problems will be solved easily."

  "Even so, while your son's body can be healed, his state of mind, I... Sandro's methods are formidable. If Eschol were still here, there might be hope if we two joined forces, but now..."

  Inham smiled: "On this point, Teacher Stephen, you need not worry. I naturally have a way to solve it."

  Stephen frowned, but there was a hint of a smile in his eyes as he looked at the Cardinal: "Oh? Your methods seem numerous, and quite marvelous... even I cannot completely figure them out..."

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  Inham shook his head with a wry smile. He said: "Just minor tricks, only that I've been a bit lucky. I've just had some good opportunities recently. As long as Teacher Stephen can help my son..."

  Stephen waved his hand and said: "No need to say more. Rest assured, this is both a transaction between us and a return gift from me. You've told me many things I've always wanted to know." He sighed a long, wry sigh. "I don't even know if I should tell these things to Valthor. He has lived for so many years in Lord Archibald's prophecy, guarding that damn underground passage entrance without complaint or regret. If I tell him these things all at once, I don't know if he'll think I'm spouting nonsense and give me a scolding."

  "True clarity and loftiness lie in one's own heart, not in what the external facts actually are. He would surely say that, right?" Inham said with a wry smile.

  "Perhaps that is how it should be. But these things are always easier said than done. Only a few can truly achieve them. At least, I certainly can't. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to the Far East for over a decade." Stephen shook his head and sighed. "I always wanted to know the truth. I never thought that after learning it, I would be even more lost."

  "Indeed, the only things that can give people a sense of security and boundaries are the distant, unreachable illusions. When you can hold these things in your hands and see the truth clearly, they lose their original function."

  "But being able to hold as many things as possible in one's hands, that feeling is ultimately not bad at all," Inham said with a smile. He took out half of a staff from his robes.

  "That's also true." Stephen looked at this half of the staff, his eyes lighting up with a smile. "If it were before, I wouldn't be interested in this thing. But now... it's truly different. Without needing to be so clear and lofty, one can naturally do some interesting things..."

  "When the time comes, you can perform the modification surgery here without worry. I will go get the other half myself. I guarantee that what you get will be the very staff that His Majesty Dracon held in his hands back then."

  "Hmm." Stephen nodded, then frowned again. "But you keep saying 'the time, the time.' What exactly is this timing? How long must we wait?"

  "It shouldn't be too long... You will know when the time comes..." Inham also frowned. "But it's also somewhat beyond my expectations that it still hasn't happened..."

  "It's here." Inham suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the ground.

  Even before he spoke, Stephen also turned to look in that direction, his pupils suddenly shrinking as he asked in alarm: "Who is that?"

  There was no one in the direction they were looking, but the rock wall of the basement. What they were focused on, however, was a point far beyond that wall. It was the direction of the plaza of The Radiant Citadel, where the teleportation magic array was located.

  "Who?" All the Templars and high-ranking priests guarding the teleportation magic array also exclaimed in alarm.

  A blue light rose from the center of the teleportation magic array. Someone had used a The Radiant Citadel teleportation scroll. But this was not the reason for the surrounding people's alarm. The use of this array was not infrequent. What shocked them was the person being teleported, or rather, what was not a person.

  The magical light of the teleportation had not yet dissipated, so no one could see clearly what was being teleported over. But everyone, in the very first moment, had the same feeling, or intuition, about this person.

  Not human.

  If it were a human, there should absolutely not be such a killing aura. This was no longer just a killing aura, nor killing intent, it was simply 'kill'.

  Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill...

  This was the feeling of everyone, not just the Templars and priests guarding the teleportation array, and not just mages with keen senses like Inham and Stephen, but of every single person in the entire The Radiant Citadel. Everyone noticed this aura brought by this person. It was an aura aimed at the entire The Radiant Citadel. This killing intent transcended that of humans and even of any beast. It was ferocious, violent, rampant, and unrestrained, wanton and merciless, killing one to warn a hundred, stopping killing with killing, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill...

  Just as the surrounding Templars exclaimed, this figure rushed out, enveloped in the blue light of teleportation, and began...

  To kill.