Chapter 183
The accumulated misfortune now was nothing more than a few more trips to the furnace. If he wasted the remaining time, he had no idea what awaited him.
With this thought, Opode took a deep breath and lowered his stance as he watched the girl approaching him.
“If you let me go, I’ll write a check for 100, no, 3000 Su pounds to the Bell Tower Church as a donation.”
Opode panted slightly and continued, “I swear by my family name, Thaddeus.”
“3000 Su pounds…”
The girl stopped in front of Opode, looking down as if she were pondering.
After a moment, she lifted her head, smiled at Opode, and said, “Thank you, the Mother Goddess will surely appreciate it.”
Mother… Goddess?
Not a goddess?!
Opode was momentarily stunned as he saw the girl lightly wave her hand in his direction.
In the next second, a flood of shadows rushed toward him, diving straight into his own shadow.
It’s over!!! This isn’t the Savior Goddess Church!!!
Opode was dragged swiftly across the ground, a series of shadows binding his own like chains.
…
The rain fell harder, and Opode was numbly pulled along.
He had no idea how long he had been dragged when he was brought to an unfinished factory, collapsing to his knees on the ground.
The factory was empty, but Opode’s pupils trembled slightly when he saw a corpse lying not far from him.
It was Lucy, her body already beginning to decay…
Why…
“Set this place up, wait for my return… Keep an eye on him.”
“Hehe… Lord Charles will be pleasantly surprised…”
Out of the corner of his eye, Opode saw the girl running out of the factory, while at the entrance, one cultist after another walked in.
They began to skillfully carve spiritual arrays on the ground, meticulously placing statues, and among them, Opode recognized a figure dressed in noble attire.
“Gema? Gema!!! You!!!”
The woman called Gema slowly turned to look at Opode, her face devoid of any emotional response.
“Aren’t you in Ansu? What are you doing here? Hurry… tell them I can act like nothing happened. You can even find a ‘psychologist’ or a ‘dream thief’ to wipe my memories of this past month. I won’t resist!”
“May the Mother Goddess bless you.”
Gema merely gave a slight nod in Opode’s direction before returning to her tasks.
It felt as if all past friendships had vanished in that moment.
Time ticked by, and despair began to creep into Opode’s heart. The rain fell harder, and the sky grew darker.
He didn’t know how long it had been when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps. He slowly raised his eyes to the front.
A group of well-dressed men and women knelt neatly before him, facing the entrance.
Who… are they?
“This is it… Lord Charles…”
The voice of the girl from earlier echoed outside the factory, soon followed by another cold, youthful voice.
“Is the area secure?”
“Absolutely, Lord Charles. All dangers have been eliminated.”
Two sets of footsteps approached from outside the factory.
Opode saw the girl from before, humbly leading the way, always maintaining a bent posture.
But the other person entering made Opode’s mind swirl with confusion.
That trench coat… that hair… that hat… was she the ordinary girl who stood in front of the gang?
She was actually a high-ranking member of the Saintly Church?
At that moment, Opode also noticed that the previously calm and beautiful girl’s expression changed as she entered the factory. Her eyes widened slightly, and her pupils trembled as if she were about to flee.
I’m about to die, what is she afraid of?
Opode felt perplexed.
**Chapter 117: The Coroner, Charles.**
Charles looked at the neatly kneeling extraordinary beings before her, nearly gasping for breath.
This is the surprise you mentioned?
Can someone explain to me what “surprise” means?
“Lord Charles, don’t worry. They are all trustworthy members of the church, at least second-tier. They are my most trusted confidants, many of whom I personally baptized.”
Tara seemed to notice Charles’s emotional turmoil and quickly explained.
“I’ve also created a distraction outside the city to draw the Savior Goddess Church away. At least for today, no one will disturb you.”
At least second-tier…
What a mess!
Charles felt her mind buzzing.
She didn’t know whether encountering a dozen or so second-tier extraordinary beings at once was more terrifying than facing a few third-tier ones after doubling her luck with “Fortune Coins.”
But she knew she couldn’t escape this calamity.
The moment she confirmed they were extraordinary beings, she realized her escape route had been completely sealed off.
She glanced at the system time.
【Future Date】
【Year 741 of the Saint Era, June 30, 04:58】
【Countdown -03:59:59】
Four more hours…
Charles raised her hand, the silver light flashing as the **Deadly Blood Roland** appeared in her grasp.
Her face grew pale, but without hesitation, she aimed the gun at Opode and quickly pulled the trigger.
Bang—
With a flash of fire and a spray of blood, a bullet shot out of the barrel, striking Opode squarely in the forehead.
Clang—
The immense force caused Opode’s head to jerk back uncontrollably, nearly to the point of breaking.
Yet, he slowly turned his head to face forward, where the spot that had been hit was now armored, the bullet embedded halfway like a seed, a trickle of blood flowing down from the wound on his forehead.
The blood nourished the seed-like bullet, and branches began to spread out from the wound on his forehead. At that moment, Opode felt a deep sense of despair.
He sensed the life energy within him rapidly draining away, his thoughts racing.
He had no enmity with the girl across from him; they had merely crossed paths today, and he had even given way…
Was it really because he blocked the road for a moment that the Saintly Church had orchestrated such a grand hunt against him?
That was impossible.
There had to be another reason.
Though he had offended many people, he was always very clear about their backgrounds before doing so. Such a spectacle was beyond the means of any of his enemies.
Just thinking about his recent experiences, only one possibility emerged.
The girl before him was the one who had sent him a message using the dead soldiers.
“Is it you? Are you the one who sent the message?!”
Opode looked toward Charles, his voice hoarse, “I can give you all the sealed items. I promise, after I hand them over, I’ll leave Ansu immediately!”
“Just spare my life! I can give you anything you want…”
Bang—!
The blood in Charles’s body was drawn away, and the second bullet was already prepared. Without hesitation, she fired again.
This shot was aimed directly at Opode’s eye.
Swoosh—
The bullet embedded itself in his eyeball, lodging in his skull, roots bursting forth from the bullet and rapidly penetrating his brain to extract nutrients.
Opode’s last words were cut off as he fell forward, his body convulsing uncontrollably.
Charles hadn’t expected Tara to have such power; just one day back, she had summoned a group of extraordinary cultists to Boren City…
Next time, she had to be more careful about this… If she inadvertently brought a batch of extraordinary cultists from the Saintly Church to Boren City, her relationship with them would be impossible to cleanse.
The mindset of fanatical cultists was truly hard to comprehend.
A simple command from her was treated like a divine edict, analyzed repeatedly, and executed at any cost.
In normal circumstances, having such a devoted follower or subordinate would be a relief… but in this situation, Tara’s absolute loyalty had instead harmed Charles.
“Let them leave.”
Charles’s silver light flickered as she looked at Tara standing beside her and said, “Keep watch at a distance where I can’t see them.”
“Yes.”
Tara nodded and quickly began directing the others to leave.
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