Chapter 165: Duel
Two columns of water formed from dark green liquid rushed towards William one after another.
At the same time, the "Venom Angel" also leaped into mid-air.
Attacks from three directions blocked off all of William's escape routes.
Meanwhile, the rift in Samael's hand continued to spew liquid, attempting to flood the entire backstage.
Although William's sneak attack just now was successful, it also allowed Samael to locate those holy artifacts.
Sizzle...
Energy fluctuations collided in the air.
Samael frowned.
He had only destroyed a small portion of the holy artifacts hidden around.
The remaining ones were now glowing faintly, purifying the corrosive liquid into white smoke.
"They are all high-quality holy artifacts." He narrowed his eyes.
Even if this person came from the Vatican, such lavish spending was remarkable.
At the same time, the attacks rushing towards William were blocked by that invisible barrier again.
"It seems this guy is very careful." Samael thought to himself and continued to look for flaws.
On the other side, William was also observing the situation.
Judging from the consumption rate of Holy Power, these attacks would require at least 10-year vintage holy artifacts to withstand.
Currently, his inventory was still sufficient, so he didn't have to worry about not being able to hold on.
"However, just in case, I still have to pretend."
William pondered secretly.
"These dark green liquids all come from the rift in his palm, and that place seems to be connected to an unknown space."
Relying on [Holy Eye], he indeed sensed a strange aura there, very similar to the one encountered at the exhibition earlier.
But at that time, the cultists sacrificed many people to summon a portion of evil power.
Coupled with the state of this black-robed man when he used regeneration just now.
Obviously, extracting power from another world was not an easy task.
William raised his head and stared at the "Venom Angel."
Summoning such a monster must consume a lot.
It seemed the opponent intended to end the battle in a short time.
After figuring out the opponent's intention, William only needed to remain motionless to stall the opponent to death.
But he glanced at the group of children again.
Now that the sacrificial array was broken, those children would likely become hostages.
If it really evolved into that, William would fall into a passive situation instead.
Thinking of this, he took out a few bottles of Holy Water.
In the next second, William's figure disappeared from the spot, and the invisible barrier dissolved on its own.
"[Holy Step]."
Samael's eyes narrowed slightly, searching for William's tracks nearby.
"Here!"
He stared in one direction, and a column of venom smashed over instantly.
But it only corroded a layer of wooden planks.
At the same time, a dark green water wall rose in front of Samael.
Splash.
Then a glass bottle smashed onto it.
A large gap was purified in the water wall, but it was quickly filled by nearby liquid.
Next, glass bottles flew from all directions.
Samael was forced to assume a defensive posture, and even the "Venom Angel" was recalled to his side.
Most of the Holy Water was blocked.
But occasionally one or two glass bottles were mixed in, flying towards the "Venom Angel."
Sensing the aura of 20-year vintage Holy Water on them, Samael gritted his teeth.
"Hmph, let's see how many bottles you have!"
Hearing this, William naturally wouldn't get carried away. Instead, he started throwing some low-vintage Holy Water.
Whenever Samael was about to counterattack, he would add a bottle of 20-year vintage into the mix, keeping the opponent guessing about his bottom line.
Gradually, Samael realized he couldn't remain passive like this.
He put away the excess dark green liquid, leaving only the Venom Angel by his side, and then directed it to rush towards the group of children.
Previously, Samael indeed still intended to take away the blood sacrifices.
But seeing that he couldn't defeat the opponent in a short time, he changed his plan.
Otherwise, if he dragged on until other helpers from the Church returned, their trip this time would be in vain.
But William stalled for so long just to guard against this move.
Previously, when he threw out Holy Water, he was also arranging holy artifacts near the children.
At this time, three layers of protection circles were formed, and he activated the invisible barrier again.
"What a cowardly turtle." Samael looked unhappy.
If it weren't for the need to consume power to maintain the magic array, he would have opened "that" form long ago to kill this person.
"Since you are a real man, why don't you open your mouth and let me throw a few bottles of Holy Water in."
Compared to a war of words, William naturally wouldn't yield.
"When this person switches attack methods, he also retracts the power back into the rift."
He suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"If I cut off his power source..."
Thinking of this, William's hand quietly groped into the cloth bag and grabbed a few iron nails.
Last time at the sunflower farm, he noticed Joran taking out these things.
Later, after asking privately, he learned the function of these iron nails was to "block the source of power."
So William asked Joran for some.
He stared at Samael opposite: "Hey, I'm going to continue."
After saying that, William's figure disappeared again.
"What an annoying guy." Samael looked gloomy.
This reminder felt like a mockery from the strong to the weak.
But he still let the Venom Angel fly above his head, guarding against possible attacks at any time.
Whoosh.
Three glass bottles flew over quickly, and William's figure also appeared briefly.
Samael immediately dodged sideways, and then the slash of the Venom Angel also cut towards that position.
After several rounds back and forth, William finally revealed a "Flaw."
When the Venom Angel appeared in front of him, the latter suddenly smiled slightly.
"His target is not me!"
Samael's eyes sharpened, guessing the former's intention.
Three bottles of 20-year vintage Holy Water splashed out.
Even across a distance, Samael could sense the powerful Holy Power on them.
He immediately ordered the Venom Angel to fly upwards, and he himself also opened up the distance from the opponent.
Splash.
Holy Water splashed all over the ground.
"Your observation is indeed keen, but you still failed." Samael said coldly.
But William smiled slightly: "No, I have succeeded."
Samael frowned immediately. He felt the state of the summoned creature but did not detect any abnormalities.
Just when he was puzzled, he heard the voice from the opposite side again—
"This guy set up the sacrificial array."
"Who are you talking to?" Samael narrowed his eyes.
But in the next moment, many scarlet dead spirits suddenly appeared around him.
Samael had been paying attention to Holy Power, ignoring these guys emitting evil aura.
The dead spirits pounced on Samael, and the latter immediately felt some sharp objects inserted into his limbs.
"You can actually command these dead spirits!"
Compared to the pain in his body, the scene before him shocked Samael even more.
Even that guy Azazel could only restrain dead spirits through the "Enslavement Contract" signed during their lifetime.
And this person in front of him clearly came from the Church.
Dead spirits instinctively detest Holy Light, so how could they obediently obey orders!
But William wouldn't tell him the answer.
"Holy Nails pierce the source of the other world, Holy Light seals the aura of filth and darkness..."
Accompanied by the chant, faint white light glowed on various parts of Samael's body.
The latter instantly felt his power receding rapidly.
He looked at his palm, only to see that the rift in the center was actually sealed by a force of Holy Power.
"You guy, truly insidious."
Samael knelt on one knee, looking ferocious.
Before the source of power was completely cut off, the Venom Angel suddenly flew towards him.
Bang!
Samael's body smashed a hole in the wall.
After doing this, the Venom Angel's body dissolved little by little.
Before completely disappearing, it stared at William, its eyes no longer holding the previous dead silence.
"Can he share vision with the summoned creature?" William raised an eyebrow, guessing inwardly.
At the same time, inside the venue.
Haggai drove the Corrosion Walkers to stalemate with Abraham.
Those mentally polluted spectators were not dead, so Haggai had to consider their lives.
This was not only out of humanitarianism but also a necessary obligation of the Church.
At this time, a loud noise came from the rostrum of the venue.
Then Samael's figure flew out from above and smashed heavily into the audience seats.
At this time, his limbs could not move, and there were multiple bloodstains on his body.
Seeing his companion in this state, Abraham frowned and looked at the rostrum.
The Church personnel present also looked in that direction.
A moment later, a crucifix extended out of the hole, and then William jumped out from inside.
"You heretics are really strange. There is clearly a ready-made path, but you insist on hitting it with your heads."
William pointed to the wall of the rostrum.
At this time, there were three holes there. Two were Samael's masterpieces, and the remaining one was smashed by Joran at the beginning.
He stared at Samael in the audience seats: "If you had drilled through those two holes, would you have fallen into this state?"
As soon as this remark came out, the venue fell into silence instantly.
Haggai, Silas, and the others looked strange, and the eyes looking at Samael actually carried some pity.
Although they didn't know what happened backstage.
But several of them had experienced William's style; obviously, this guy had been tricked quite a bit.
Abraham also looked at his companion, with inquiry in his eyes.
"Cough cough... bastard."
Samael's facial muscles were tense. He only cursed this sentence after a long time, and coughed up a lot of blood for it.
Seeming unable to quell his anger, a large amount of evil aura suddenly emerged around him.
Even the iron nails showed signs of breaking.
But in the next moment, a pair of hands pressed on Samael, and this riotous power subsided instantly.
"With your current state, you cannot unleash that power." Abraham pushed his glasses and said calmly.
Samael's chest heaved violently.
A moment later.
"Thanks, I was impulsive." His eyes returned to calm.
Abraham looked to the side.
Soon a woman came to Samael dully and pulled out the iron nails from his body.
"Be careful, that guy on the rostrum is very cunning and possesses many high-quality holy artifacts."
Samael rubbed his palms, and dark green liquid emerged from his body again.
"We should evacuate," Abraham said.
"What! I haven't killed that guy yet, and the blood sacrifices haven't been obtained." Samael said coldly.
Abraham said: "Azazel's teleportation array is about to activate soon; we don't have time."
"The Skull of Despair is equally important, and the surgery also takes time."
Samael snorted coldly: "You are right."
Then he looked at William, committing this person's face to memory.
In the next second, the audience in the venue suddenly moved.
Although their expressions were dull, there was no disorder.
Among them, the clergy members polluted by runes surged towards the door.
While ordinary spectators rushed towards Haggai and the others.
The latter was about to activate a spell to release the transformed Holy Power inside the Corrosion Walkers.
But William reached out to stop him.
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