In the Church District of North Tivian, on the plaza in front of the Historical Scripture Department building, terrifying screams of fear surged and spread. Countless lower-level Extraordinary and ordinary soldiers in the Light Worshipping Zealots' position collapsed mentally at this moment, screaming and abandoning their posts, fleeing the position. Many others simply fell into shock, foaming at the mouth and losing consciousness.
Only a few Chalk deacons managed to survive the fear-induced screams in the Light Worshipping Zealots' position. They stared in astonishment at the massive figure appearing from the dust. Even under the protection of the precepts, they were spared the effects of the fear-induced screams, but facing this terrifying monster, a spontaneous sense of dread arose in their hearts.
"This is..."
"What kind of monster?!"
Facing the sudden appearance of the monstrous beast, the Light Worshipping Zealots were shocked and confused. At this moment, a series of orange-yellow characters suddenly appeared in their field of vision.
"Deacons, before you is a Scarlet Extraordinary of the Wolf Blood Society. You are not his match. Abandon all guard duties now and immediately retreat! Repeat, immediately retreat from the scene! Except for the two Blazing Flame Cultivators providing cover, no one else should attempt any attacks. Sister Anlei, please maximize the life blessings of the two Blazing Flame Cultivators!"
These characters, which could appear directly in the eyes of the Light Worshipping Zealots, were achieved by Vanya using the emergency command function within the Saint Chant Church's Extraordinary system. Within the Saint Chant Church and the large surrounding area, Vanya could directly modify the visual perception in the eyes of the "Light" Extraordinary among the Shining Light Church members, presenting the church's commands directly before them.
Upon seeing the new commands transmitted by Vanya, the Chalk Light Worshipping Zealots on the scene immediately understood the seriousness of the situation. They wasted no time and urgently retreated along with the fleeing ordinary soldiers. Duval, in order to eliminate potential threats, did not intend to let them go directly.
With a low growl, the massive two-headed demon wolf attacked. It lunged forward at a speed that did not match its large size, directly pouncing on the few Chalk Light Worshipping Zealots who were retreating. The two Blazing Flame Cultivators who were ordered to provide cover saw this, immediately suppressed the cowardice in their hearts, and sprayed large areas of flames towards the attacking demon wolf.
Although these flames were fierce, they were like small sparks to Duval, who had a body more than ten meters large. He easily broke through, ignoring the slight burning, and raised his sharp claws to attack the two Blazing Flame Cultivators. One of the Blazing Flame Cultivators was directly hit by the sharp claws while dodging and resupplying. The tip of one of Duval's sharp finger claws directly pierced the chest and abdomen of that Blazing Flame Cultivator.
Almost completely ignoring the armor worn by that Blazing Flame Cultivator and the "Stone" protection on his own skin, the tip of Duval's finger claw directly penetrated the Blazing Flame Cultivator's body, creating a wound nearly twenty centimeters in diameter. That Blazing Flame Cultivator immediately spat out blood, dropped the sword in his hand, and completely lost the ability to resist. Then Duval directly lifted the enemy with his finger claws as if skewering meat skewers and brought him towards one of his giant mouths.
Seeing his comrade about to be swallowed alive like this, Gaspare couldn't help but steel his heart, dyeing the sword in his hand with fierce flames. Then, under the double power of life blessings from An Lei and Vanya, he leaped several meters high, holding the sword in one hand, and slashed towards the wolf head that was about to devour his comrade.
"Accept purification, monster!"
Shouting, Gaspare's flaming longsword slashed towards Duval's wolf head. Facing this situation, Duval's wolf head, which was originally preparing to devour, tilted, and it actually bit the burning longsword directly. Then, ignoring the high temperature on it, it suddenly exerted force, directly biting the sword into pieces, turning it into fragments.
However, that was not the end. After his sword was bitten into pieces, Gaspare took out another longsword from his back with his other hand, ignited it, and continued to slash towards the demon wolf's wolf head. This sword was one he had just picked up that his companion had dropped, and this time his target was the demon wolf's eye!
Gaspare held the flaming sword and stabbed towards the demon wolf's eye. Duval's mouth was already closed and temporarily unable to use his wolf mouth to counterattack, so he directly swung his right claw at high speed, smashing directly at Gaspare. In this high-speed counterattack, Gaspare was unable to dodge and was directly hit by the back of the wolf claw. The incredibly powerful force directly shattered the armor on his body. The fragments on his body immediately cracked with dense cracks. Gaspare was thus struck flying like a cannonball, flying a long distance until he flew onto a towering building, continuously breaking through several thick walls, then breaking through the entire building, and finally breaking through three walls of another building before finally stopping, lying motionless in the rubble and ruins. The Blazing Flame Cultivator who was originally impaled on Duval's finger claws was also thrown a long distance due to Duval's swinging motion, stopping only after hitting and shattering a statue during his fall.
Having dealt with the two Blazing Flame Cultivators almost instantly, Duval's incredibly sharp sense of smell could still detect the scent of the fleeing and dying Chalk. Just as he was about to quickly finish them off, a sudden anomaly occurred at the scene. From the buildings surrounding the plaza, countless black figures suddenly rushed out, directly pouncing on Duval. Looking closely, they were none other than ferocious and brutal beastmen!
Amidst howling roars, countless beastmen surged towards Duval from all directions, attacking him. Duval was startled at the sight, then immediately roared and counterattacked. With just a wave of his hand, the beastmen attacking him were shattered in large numbers. These beastmen were not Blazing Flame Cultivators with two levels of "Stone" and double life blessing protection. The outcome of Duval's attacks on them was not being thrown away, but being directly shattered into pieces by the immense force, turning into blood foam and flesh paste that splattered into the air and then fell as a bloody rain scattered on the ground.
Finally, after Duval grabbed two beastmen with one hand and sent them into his two large mouths, tearing them completely apart and devouring them alive, the beastmen on the scene were finally cleared. Duval looked at the blood covering the ground, and a trace of confusion suddenly appeared in his angry eyes. He had smelled the aura of these beastmen before. He had clearly smelled these beast servants approaching him earlier, but because he thought they were friendly forces at the time, he hadn't paid much attention. However, he didn't expect the other party to directly launch such a surprise attack on him.
These beastmen... were all controlled by Dorothy. As early as when the three Chalk of the Wolf Blood Society entered the Church District, she had already used her powerful intelligence capabilities to find the beastmen troops left by the Wolf Blood Society on the outskirts of the Church District, and secretly used materialized spiritual threads to turn these sleeping beast servants into her Living Puppets. For these biological beast servants who had little to no intelligence, Dorothy could easily completely control them, stripping their control from the hands of the Werewolves and holding it in her own hands.
Because the Wolf Blood Society had prepared a considerable number of beast servants for the raid on the Church, Dorothy did not hesitate to use almost all of them to interfere with Duval. Dozens of beastmen around the second level of Cup would require Duval to expend a little effort to clear.
After clearing the large number of beastmen, Duval began to sniff the scent of the fleeing Church Chalk again, finding that they had already escaped quite far. Although he could still chase and devour all of them without missing a single one if he wanted to chase now, it would be a bit of a waste of time.
"Go chase... Chalk... delicious..."
"No, the main business is important now!"
Duval's right head said greedily, while his left head flatly refused. Because of the obstruction of this large group of beastmen, Duval was unable to devour the few Chalk from before. Duval felt some anger in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it. He turned around and quickly walked to the center of the plaza, looking at his few subordinates not far away.
At this moment, Brand and Vaughn were still struggling to recover from their injuries, covered in blood and panting heavily. After being bombarded by the heavy machine guns and mortars of the Light Worshipping Zealots' position for some time, even the three of them, who were Chalk specializing in "Cup," were having a very hard time. Their Spirituality was almost exhausted in order to alleviate the continuous and dense injuries, and even the speed of healing their injuries was not as fast as before.
If Duval had arrived a little later, the three of them would have basically been finished, being slowly worn down and killed by the ordinary people's guns and cannons without causing any substantial damage to anyone in the Light Worshipping Zealots' position. The Light Worshipping Zealots' Chalk wouldn't even have to take any risks to watch the three of them die in frustration, without needing to expend much Spirituality or risk getting injured by directly confronting the enemy.
Although their injuries were still very serious, Brand and Vaughn still slowly walked to Duval, bowing their heads in a wolf-like posture on all fours. Seeing these subordinates before him, Duval couldn't help but let out a cold snort, then spoke with one of his heads.
"What were those beast servants just now? Where did they come from?"
Facing Duval's accusation, Brand and Vaughn couldn't help but tremble. Finally, Brand spoke with fear.
"Reporting, Elder... Those beast servants... they were supposed to be what we prepared to assault the defenses here, but for some reason, at the start of the plan, they all lost contact with me. Their sudden appearance here to attack the Captain was also unexpected for us..."
"They all lost contact before the plan started? Someone stripped you of your command authority? Who did it? Was it those Light Worshipping Zealots? Or other Werewolves? You lost so many beast servants, what good are you!" Facing Brand's answer, Duval questioned him again with another head, his tone full of rage, while Brand continued to speak tremblingly.
"I... I don't know either..."
Listening to Brand's words, Duval's angry head flared up, seemingly wanting to control a claw to grab him and devour him, but in the end, he suppressed it. Then the other head continued to speak.
"Hmph... Forget it, now is not the time to dwell on this. Where is that little pest named Sand?"
"I, I'm here, Elder Duval." At this moment, Sand also hobbled to Duval, bowing respectfully. Upon seeing him, Duval immediately spoke again.
"Where is the forbidden library of those Fanatics?"
"It, it's in the basement of that building! You can find the passage leading down from there!" Sand pointed to the scripture building not far away. Listening to his words, Duval paused slightly, then turned his gaze downwards.
"Underground..."
Saying this, both of Duval's heads bent down and sniffed carefully at the ground, finally seeming to catch the scent of something.
"Don't look for any secret passages..."
Duval's right head said this, then he raised his hand high, clenched it into a fist, and smashed it fiercely onto the ground of the square.
"Boom!!!"
Under the immense force, a considerable crater was instantly smashed into the square's floor. Cracks rapidly radiated outwards from the center of the crater, and the ground's vibration made everyone present tremble.
This wasn't the end. After creating a large pit, Duval continued to smash around it without stopping, hitting the original deep pit repeatedly, making it even deeper. He repeated this process, and with each ground-shaking punch, the square's ground vibrated again and again. After just a few more punches, the thick floor was directly penetrated, collapsing downwards with a roar, creating a large hole.
Duval, along with the three people who were originally beside him, all fell downwards with this collapse, finally landing in a huge underground space. It was originally dark here, with only the light shining in from the collapsed opening providing illumination.
This was a vast basement supported by several pillars, standing over ten meters high. Within this basement, countless steel shelves stood row after row. Welded and embedded onto these shelves were numerous safes, primarily made of hard stone as sturdy as jade, with fine iron frames and locks. These safes were neatly arranged on the shelves, visible everywhere one looked.
This was the forbidden library of the Saint Chant Church. Although called a forbidden library, due to its high security, it also undertook the collection of many forbidden items. The secret transmissions and heretical forbidden items collected by the Church throughout Prit, if determined by the Historical Scripture Department to have certain value for preservation and not needing destruction, would be sent here for strict safekeeping. Important forbidden books and items would be sent to the Holy Mountain.
During the process of purging heresies and evil societies, it was often necessary to consult corresponding secret transmissions to understand their habits. For the higher-ups of the Church, the preservation of these secret transmissions also facilitated their research into the true hidden history. Although the Church conducted various brainwashing-like missionary activities filled with fabricated history externally, their own higher-ups maintained a relatively clear attitude towards the true hidden history; they couldn't deceive themselves.
Although the entrance to this forbidden library was beneath the scripture building, its scale was quite large, extending directly under the square of the scripture building. After realizing this, Duval chose to forcibly break through the thick floor to reach this place.
Crouching slightly, Duval scanned the appearance of the underground library, then focused his gaze on Brand beside him, and spoke seriously.
"Where is the remnant page?"
"Here!"
Saying this, Brand retched, spat out a small cloth bag from his throat, and grabbed it in his hand. After slightly cleaning off the mucus on the bag, Brand opened it. Inside was a small, incomplete page fragment, only a corner.
Strangely, at the torn edge of this page, tiny red tendrils grew out. After being exposed to the air, these tendrils stretched slightly, then writhed around as if sensing something. Finally, all the tendrils extended in one direction, pointing towards there together.
Seeing the appearance of the remnant page in his hand, Brand immediately took action, walking towards the location indicated by the tendrils. Following the tendrils' direction, he quickly arrived before a large bookshelf. After carefully confirming the direction pointed to, he finally pointed to a safe on the shelf and said.
"Elder, it's inside this one!"
Listening to Brand's words, Duval moved his massive body, knocking over two shelves along the way, before arriving before the shelf where Brand was. He then stared at the safe Brand pointed to, bent down, and extended a claw to stab it.
Unsurprisingly, the safe was pierced. Duval then retracted his claw, and Brand reached his hand into the hole pierced in the safe. Soon after, he indeed took out an old secret transmission with a red cover from inside. Upon sensing the secret transmission, the torn page corner in Brand's hand immediately writhed its tendrils and crawled towards it, finally crawling into the pages of the secret transmission.
"Elder, this is it!"
Holding the secret transmission high, Brand said with some excitement. Seeing this, Duval also placed his massive claw in front of Brand, and Brand placed the secret transmission onto Duval's hand claw.
Looking at the small red secret transmission on his huge claw, Duval opened a wolf's mouth, then raised his hand claw and brought the secret transmission towards his mouth. Just as Duval was about to consume the secret transmission, an anomaly suddenly occurred on the scene.
"Swish!"
Accompanied by a sharp sound of something cutting through the air, from a shadow in a corner of the library, a black afterimage shot towards Duval and flashed past his hand. After it flashed past, the major artery in Duval's wrist ruptured, and a massive amount of blood gushed out, while the secret transmission in Duval's palm directly disappeared. Duval didn't even react immediately.
"Roar!!"
"Who!!"
Splashed by his own blood and seeing the item he had almost gotten his hands on suddenly vanish, Duval couldn't help but let out a roar of rage. He immediately began sniffing the air, following his sense of smell towards a sudden unfamiliar presence in the space, looking to the side. Then he saw this scene.
In the center of the vast forbidden library, upon the rubble caused by the collapsed ceiling, a figure stood at this moment. An old shawl stained with blood and a short trench coat were worn over a slender body. Various short knives, from daggers to scalpels, hung from the belt and different parts of the body. A pair of leather boots were stained with blood and mud, and a worn gentleman's top hat was fixed on the head.
In the figure's left hand was the bright red secret transmission that had just been in the Werewolf's hand. In their right hand was what appeared to be a large, rusty meat saw, currently stained with Duval's blood. The face beneath the top hat was wrapped in bandages like rags, with only one crimson eye visible, emitting a dangerous light.
From the broken hole in the ceiling, light from the outside shone down. This single light source in the library illuminated the suddenly appearing mysterious figure. What it highlighted was not nobility or holiness, but eeriness and terror. The dangerous aura emanating from this small figure seemed to directly challenge the tall monster beside him.