Chapter 1621
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Chapter 1621 [Holy Covenant]
This sword, under Lin Qiye’s full strength, was incredibly fast. An Qingyu only felt a cold sensation sweeping from his side, causing his hair to stand on end!
He flashed to the other side like lightning, but still couldn’t avoid the sharpness of this sword. The broken blade grazed his temple, and a streak of crimson blood splashed through the air.
After striking with one sword, Lin Qiye’s second strike followed immediately. An Qingyu’s gray pupils contracted, his form rapidly transforming into thousands of rat swarms, dispersing in all directions. The sword light passed through the rat swarms but left no trace.
The rat swarms rolled over the ruins and finally gathered around the church, with An Qingyu’s form reemerging.
He touched his temple, but the wound didn’t heal. He stared at the blood on his palm, his expression somewhat complex.
In mid-air, Shen Qingzhu’s form gradually descended, positioning himself with Lin Qiye and No. 27 in three locations, surrounding An Qingyu.
“Come back to Great Xia with us, Deputy Captain An,” Shen Qingzhu slowly spoke. “You have nowhere to retreat now.”
An Qingyu’s gaze swept around, with no trace of panic in those gray eyes.
“Great Xia?” An Qingyu shook his head. “I can’t go back anymore.”
His right hand raised and pressed heavily on the ground. The next moment, dozens of meters away, the ground beneath the stone platform suddenly turned into quicksand, swallowing the platform along with the sleeping girl on it.
At the same time, the space-time around An Qingyu began to violently distort, and a spatial vortex bloomed behind him.
“Stop him!” Lin Qiye immediately flew forward. Shen Qingzhu and No. 27 also moved simultaneously, rushing toward An Qingyu from three different directions!
An Qingyu lightly lifted his toes, falling backward into the spatial vortex behind him. Those gray eyes stared at the rapidly approaching Lin Qiye as he calmly said:
“Goodbye… Captain Lin Qiye.”
Lin Qiye forcefully threw the Amanomurakumo sword in his hand, creating a terrifying sonic boom, but it only passed lightly through the fading center of the vortex. The figure wearing the tattered black robe had already disappeared.
The three stopped in their tracks.
The cold wind swept through the leaf-covered London, and the gray rain gradually dispersed. Lin Qiye looked at the empty void before him, his fists tightly clenched…
“When it comes to escaping, he’s always been very good at it,” Shen Qingzhu sighed helplessly at the sight.
“He took Chloe away,” No. 27 looked at the distant quicksand, his face under the hood extremely gloomy. “We can’t just let him leave like this. I’ll continue the pursuit!”
As the words fell, No. 27’s form transformed into a wisp of smoke and disappeared from the spot.
“Seven Nights, what do you say? Should we continue the chase?” Shen Qingzhu turned and asked.
Lin Qiye stood still, and after a moment of silence, shook his head:
“His spatial ability comes from the Gate of Truth, allowing him to cross extreme distances in an instant. Even if we chase now, we won’t catch up… and even if we did catch up, we might not be able to detain him.”
Lin Qiye slowly walked to a broken wall, picked up the Amanomurakumo sword from the ground, and looked at the remaining blood on the blade, bitterness appearing in his eyes.
He clearly remembered that when he saw the future An Qingyu in hell, the other had a scar on his forehead, either from a sword or knife… At that time, he wondered how someone with Qingyu’s recovery ability could so easily be left with a scar.
Now it seems that the one who left that scar on An Qingyu was himself.
“Then… what about them?”
Shen Qingzhu pointed to the side.
On the scattered ruins, a few knights were kneeling before the quicksand where the stone platform had been, thrusting their knight swords into the ground, tears streaming down their faces, as if repenting for something.
After this great battle, the Holy Judgment Knights, originally numbering seventy or eighty, now had only eight left. Even adding Charles, there were only nine. The church was also mostly destroyed. Most crucially, their revered and protected Saint Chloe had been taken by An Qingyu.
On this wasteland of ruins, they had nothing left.
Clang!
After one knight finished his repentance, he suddenly pulled out the long sword in front of him and swung it directly at his own throat!
The other knights followed suit, drawing their swords without hesitation, intending to atone with death.
Shen Qingzhu frowned, his six gray wings behind him flapped forcefully, and the gale directly knocked the knight swords from their hands, embedding them in a distant broken wall.
The knights were slightly stunned and turned to look.
“Although I don’t like the behavior of some of you, your sense of faith and loyalty is indeed praiseworthy,” Shen Qingzhu calmly said. “To seek death like this would be too much of a waste.”
The knights looked at each other and shook their heads:
“Protecting Lady Saint was an oath we took years ago. Now that this promise has not been fulfilled, we naturally should atone with death. There’s nothing wasteful about it.
Previously, for Lady Saint’s sake, we offended you all. On behalf of the other knights and Lord Taylor, we sincerely apologize…
And please don’t stop us anymore.”
Earlier, they had fought with Lin Qiye and others because Saint Chloe actively attacked Lin Qiye, causing some knights to mistakenly believe they were enemies rather than friends. But after the recent defensive battle, Lin Qiye and the others’ stance was unmistakable. The knights, though loyal, were not foolish, and by now, they had realized their mistake.
As the words fell, they slowly stood up, still resolutely walking toward the knight swords embedded in the ground.
At this moment, a figure blocked their path.
“Lord Charles, do you want to break the oath?” Seeing the figure in red and white armor, the knights frowned slightly.
Charles’s gaze swept over everyone and shook his head.
“Our oath is not yet complete, so why would it be broken?”
“Not yet complete? But Lady Saint has already been…”
“Lady Saint has only been taken away, not harmed. Moreover, with Lady Saint’s strength, if she truly felt in danger, how could she still not awaken until now? She deliberately let herself be taken by the attacker.”
Hearing the latter part of Charles’s words, all the knights froze in place.
“What are you saying? Deliberately taken away?”
“Haven’t you noticed? Actually, Lady Saint had already awakened earlier,” Charles extended his hand, pointing at Lin Qiye. “He is the best evidence.”
All knights turned to look at Lin Qiye. On his tattered chest, a mysterious golden mark was emitting a faint light.
“[Holy Covenant]?!!!” Seeing this mark, all knights’ pupils suddenly contracted.
“[Holy Covenant]?” Lin Qiye looked down at his chest in confusion. “What is that?”