Chapter 147
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Chapter 147: I Will Eventually Leave You All
Bai Yan spoke calmly, his voice measured, “Let me guess. You’re investigating Feather’s death, right? Mr. Trap must have entrusted this task to his most trusted person.”
Raven Reaper didn’t deny it. He nodded slightly, then replied in a deep tone, “An anonymous informant told me that something strange might be happening around here. Some people have been acting unusual… but what I didn’t expect was to encounter ‘Profligate’ of Babel Tower here.”
In just a short time, the reputation of “Profligate” had spread far and wide. Violent, cruel, merciless—everyone knew that he was a member of Babel Tower. However, few knew what he looked like, as the relevant videos of “Profligate” had never been uploaded.
After a brief pause, Raven Reaper raised his hand and gestured for Bai Yan to follow. “It’s clear you know a lot, so come with me,” he said, his voice steady, “I will not kill you, Profligate.”
Bai Yan, draped in a black robe, shook his head gently, his smile calm yet scholarly. “It’s different.”
Raven Reaper was taken aback. “What?”
The “Profligate” persona Bai Yan was portraying seemed deep and unfathomable, as though he was preparing to utter some profound words. However, Bai Yan’s demeanor suggested that perhaps this persona was not entirely a facade—perhaps it was a part of who he truly was.
Bai Yan spoke once more, his voice calm and deliberate, “The world we see is different. In your eyes, I’m a suspicious member of Babel Tower and a witness to a ‘murder case’… But I know much more than you. Our perspectives are completely different.”
He paused, his gaze firm. “I have more important things to do. If you want to stop me here, it will be impossible for you.”
Raven Reaper moved. His body shifted with a fluid motion, as if the wind itself had taken shape, the Flow of Heart—Wind—guiding his movements.
The speed was unimaginable, his form blurring as he danced through the room. In the next moment, Raven Reaper had reached the spot where Bai Yan had been.
Bai Yan was already behind him, his voice soft and calm. “Stay calm, we are not enemies.”
Raven Reaper spun around in an instant, his senses guiding him. He lashed out with a powerful fist, aiming for Bai Yan’s vital point. His strike was guided by his control of the air, sharp and precise.
Bai Yan was faster. His right hand was already resting on Raven Reaper’s shoulder, the touch almost unnoticed.
In an instant, an immense force pressed downward, crushing Raven Reaper. The Flow of the Heart’s greatest flaw revealed itself: it could only imitate one “ritual symbol” at a time.
With his body immobilized by the overwhelming force, Raven Reaper quickly shifted to another symbol—Flow of the Heart · Weighty Rock.
The force beneath his feet was tremendous, but Raven Reaper stood firm, unyielding, like a mountain that no wind could move. The ground cracked beneath him, but he held his ground, unbroken.
Raven Reaper grunted and shouted, “Ha!”
But even then, Bai Yan was calm, unbothered by the raging forces around him. Raven Reaper quickly switched tactics, invoking Flow of the Heart—Water, his form becoming a mist, as gentle and fluid as water.
The family inside the house began to stir from the sound of the commotion. Bai Yan’s pupils turned silver, and he smiled softly. With a snap of his fingers, he whispered, “Please continue sleeping.”
The family turned around, confused, and resumed their peaceful slumber. Bai Yan, seemingly unaffected by the chaos around him, extended his arm, allowing the mist to envelop him. But then, he shifted his target to “Power Possession: Replication.”
With a calm expression, Bai Yan invoked Sacred Rune · Thor. Blue lightning surged around him, crackling with power. The energy was gentle toward him, but devastating to anyone who dared oppose him.
The water recoiled, and with a grunt, Raven Reaper’s form reappeared. He took several steps back, embarrassed, and refrained from launching another attack.
Bai Yan stood unfazed. “The martial arts of the Nine Schools of the Heart-Striving Path, including the Swift Wind, Heavy Rock, and Flowing Water, are all ineffective. Will you continue?”
Raven Reaper didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he took a deep breath and silently summoned Flow of Heart—Heavenly Martial Arts.
The air around him shifted. A blazing aura surrounded Raven Reaper, flames and feathers like those of a mythical beast sprouted from his skin. The room instantly heated, the fire radiating intense heat.
However, Bai Yan stood stoically, unfazed by the flames. If this technique were to be fully unleashed, the entire building would burn to the ground, and the innocents within would have no chance of survival.
After a long pause, Raven Reaper abandoned the stance. His voice was calm, almost resigned. “I cannot defeat you.”
Bai Yan replied coolly, “In truth, our time is already limited. The Dark Light Church is preparing to strike this city. There is no sense in us fighting each other.”
“Attack?” Raven Reaper asked, his voice filled with disbelief. “Is what you’re saying absolutely true?”
Bai Yan shrugged indifferently. “It’s just a theory from Babel Tower. Whether you believe it or not, that’s up to you.”
As he turned to leave, Bai Yan added, “Night Watcher, investigate the forbidden spell ‘Piety Chain’. You will find significant rewards in this neighborhood.”
Raven Reaper fell silent, contemplating the situation. Bai Yan, now gone, had disappeared into the night.
Outside, Bai Yan checked his phone. An urgent message from the Demon Hunt Agency flashed across the screen. However, he had no intention of leaving yet.
With a sigh, Bai Yan looked up at the moon hanging in the sky. “It’s time.”
Indeed, it was time. This was the moment to let “Bai Yan” die in their eyes. Though it pained him, it was necessary.
The Demon Hunt Agency, and his role within it, had become more of a constraint than an asset. He could no longer ignore this fact.
“Sorry.”
“Everyone in the building has been affected. The Piety Chain is indeed a taboo spell of the Dark Light Church, used during their outward colonization.” Alan’s voice crackled through the earpiece, a hint of unease in his tone.
The entire block had been covered by Night Watchers. After a meticulous search, they quickly identified many people and animals affected by the “Piety Chain” spell. This forbidden spell, categorized under “warfare,” was unique to the Dark Light Church and nearly impossible to replicate. Its terror was well-known.
“You’ve done well,” Mr. Trap’s voice came through, though he sounded fatigued. “In that case, the kings should make up their minds.”
“Head to the Dark Light Church headquarters immediately!” Mr. Trap commanded. “This will be the front line for war. The actions of the Left Hand of Dark Light are a direct provocation by the Eruo League against the Air Alliance. We need to retaliate.”
“Apprehend all members of the Dark Light Church. Any who resist arrest should be killed on the spot. There’s no need for further hesitation. The Eyes of the Empire will soon send reinforcements.”
War… Alan exhaled deeply, his eyes rising to the moon now obscured by a passing cloud.
On a distant rooftop, Mu Ling stood, calmly watching the bustling Night Watchers below. The task of removing the “Piety Chain” was not hers. She was still focused on finding “Mary Scatino,” as instructed.
But where was she? Despite her best efforts, Mu Ling could not detect the woman’s whereabouts. She vanished into the darkness, her thoughts racing.
“Where could she be…”
In another part of the city, Maryse calmly entered a quiet alleyway, her pink sweatshirt contrasting with the shadows.
“Finally arrived,” she muttered to herself, “This place is so remote. Now, do you two have any information about that woman?”
In the secluded alley, two young men appeared, one wearing sunglasses and a bald head. They were “sewer” workers, specializing in providing intelligence for powerful supernaturals from other worlds.
Maryse’s indifferent gaze startled them, but they pressed on. “This information is worth five million,” the bald man said.
Maryse raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you say two million before? Why the sudden price hike?”
The man quickly explained, “The information is very valuable. Besides, someone else also wants to buy it.”
Maryse paused, momentarily stunned. “Another buyer?”
She didn’t mind the price. “It doesn’t matter how much money you want,” she said with a smile that seemed almost too sweet.
The men exchanged a relieved
look, only for Maryse’s
expression to shift. “Because I
had no intention of paying
from the start.”
Her eyes began to glow silver-
white as she prepared to act.
Just then, a soft voice
interrupted her. “Excuse me, I
am willing to pay more for that
information.”
Maryse turned, her gaze icy. A
middle-aged man with golden
hair and a full beard stood
before her, dressed in robes of
the Dark Light Church. His
height was nearly three meters
—impossible for any human.
He smiled kindly at Maryse.
“So, you are the other buyer. I
see, you are looking for her
too…”
Maryse narrowed her eyes, her
instincts immediately
recognizing the stench of an
Ogre on him. In a way, they
were natural enemies.
“How did you know she was
important? Who told you?”
The priest smiled benignly. “I
don’t know who you are, but I
plan to take your head back to
see if Mr. Theodore can
recognize your true identity. As
for the rest of you…” He licked
his lips. “Let me enjoy you
first.”
“May I? Beautiful lady.”
