There's a big problem with dreams in this world.

Knight Myron looked at his heavy armor and decided it was best not to do it.

Thinking this, he turned and disappeared into a nearby alley, running as fast as he could. A series of thuds echoed as he left a trail of violent trampling marks on the alley's surface...

The situation is urgent; I'm sure His Majesty won't fine me.

......

"Wow!" The fleshy flower that Number Two had transformed into spat the corroded and rotten 'cell' onto the ground. The prison, which was originally made of branches of the sacred tree, had now lost all its power.

The flesh and blood kept writhing, and Number Two quickly returned to his human form. He looked somewhat weak, and there was no color in his pale cheeks.

"Was that the state of Number Two when his flesh and blood were fully released?" Number Five recalled everything he had just seen and pondered in his heart.

As is widely known, all members of the Guiji Cult are madmen corrupted by the power of the void, and the more powerful a Guiji cultist is, the more corrupted they are by the void.

Their usual human form is actually a manifestation of the suppressed power of the void. As for the extra parts on their bodies, it is because the suppression was not complete.

For example, the extra face on number five's cheek, or the extra eyes and tentacles on some of the followers of the Resurrection Sect.

As for those humans who are completely unable to maintain their human state and have turned into monsters after being corrupted by the void, they are the type who cannot communicate at all and are not even accepted by the Guiji Cult.

Of course, becoming that kind of monster is, in a sense, better than someone who dies directly after being corrupted by the void.

"Um, what do we do next?" Number Five asked, looking at the 'cell' on the ground where the archbishop was being held, which had already been destroyed.

"Of course, we should leave before the guards surround us," Number Two said weakly.

“The ‘cell’ was just destroyed, and the archbishop may not be awake yet. I’ll take him with me.” Number Two said, his right hand wriggling and transforming into a bright green vine that wrapped around the decaying ‘cell’.

“Let’s go,” Number Two said.

Emerging from the lowest level of the prison, one of the Guiji cultists guarding the area immediately reported to Number Two: "Sir Number Two, this prison is now under our control. According to intelligence provided by our scouts, the people from the cathedral have arrived."

"This includes the Pope and the Kingdom's First Knight." After a pause, the Silent Cultist asked, "Should we release everyone from the prison to create chaos?"

"No need. If we create too much chaos, it's hard to say whether this year's Sacred Tree Festival will even be held on a large scale," Number Two said.

"Huh?" The Guiji follower didn't react for a moment. They were cultists, and it was just a sacred tree festival. What did it have to do with them whether it was held on a large scale or not?

But he quickly realized something and said, "I understand, it's all to create even greater chaos!"

"Hehe..." Number Two glanced at the Guiji cultist and chuckled softly, saying, "No, it's all for a completely new order."

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Chapter 524: Humanity Has Limits

"Number 22, tell everyone we're retreating." After a moment of silence, Number Two looked at Number Twenty-Two and said.

"Yes." Number Twenty-Two nodded, then released his body from the suppression of the void power. In just a few dozen seconds, Number Twenty-Two's upper body transformed into a tall tower of flesh and blood, and at the top of the tower was a huge eye that was watching the sky.

A very special void frequency was released from Number Twenty-Two's body, and quickly enveloped all the Guiji cultists in the prison.

"Everyone, prepare to retreat!"

No sooner had Number Twenty-Two finished speaking than an extremely powerful mental shock appeared out of nowhere, instantly enveloping the minds of all Guiji believers through Number Twenty-Two's void network.

"Bang!!" Number Twenty-Two's head instantly swelled and exploded. This sudden mental shock disrupted the brains of all the Guiji Cultists who were connecting to the Void Network. It rampaged through the mental world and connected all the Guiji Cultists' senses together in a short period of time.

Number Twenty-Two's brain simply couldn't withstand such a huge load and exploded instantly. At the same time, all the Guiji cultists connected to Number Twenty-Two were also wiped out.

It was at this moment that the Pope appeared in front of Number Two and Number Five. He looked at Number Twenty-Two, who was lying on the ground, with some surprise. He hadn't expected that the mental shock he had casually thrown would have such a good effect.

If he knew that his mental shock not only killed Number Twenty-Two, but also wiped out all the Guiji cultists connected to Number Twenty-Two, I wonder what he would think.

"You actually released him..." The Pope glanced at Number Twenty-Two, then turned to look at the 'cell' behind Number Two, and said with a rather serious expression.

"..." Number Two and Number Five looked at the Pope who appeared before them with rather gloomy expressions. They obviously did not expect the other party to arrive so quickly. What they did not expect was that the Pope would kill all of them in this operation with a single mental shock.

"Hey, Number Two, the two of us can't beat this old man. Is the Archbishop still asleep?" Number Five's mouth emerged from the palm of his right hand hidden behind his back, remotely vibrating Number Two's eardrums.

Number Two didn't have the ability to remotely vibrate someone's eardrums like Number Five. He glanced at Number Five but didn't respond.

"It seems you have no intention of surrendering." The Pope looked at the two silent figures before him, while a large number of resentful spirits gradually emerged behind him.

An aura as imposing as a mountain rose from behind the Pope, terrifying Number Two and Number Five until their faces turned green. However, just as they were about to suffocate under this aura, a cold, destructive aura rose from behind them.

The 'cell' that Number Two was holding behind him had been pushed open from the inside at some point, and from inside the 'cell', a blood-red, misty mass of flesh that looked like a brain floated up.

“￥%……&**&……%” The brain-shaped cloud of mist writhed and spoke as it emerged from the 'cell'.

"???" Almost everyone present looked at the floating brain with puzzled expressions, wondering what it was saying.

“…” After a moment of silence, Archbishop Angus stirred again and said, “Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve spoken. I’m a little out of practice.”

"I thought that was some kind of spell..." Number Five thought to himself, looking somewhat bewildered.

Angus didn't care what Number Five was thinking. He floated in the air, as if stretching his body (who knows how they could tell he was stretching), and said, "The fresh air is so nice. Oh, I can't smell the air, sorry."

"..." The crowd remained silent.

"Your joke isn't funny at all." The Pope sneered as he looked at the brain in front of him. "The founder of the Church of Silence, the monster who abandoned his physical body, Archbishop Angus, I didn't expect you to still be alive after being imprisoned for three hundred years."

"The void has altered my body. I can live for ten thousand years, let alone three hundred," Archbishop Angus said after hearing the Pope's words.

He carefully examined the resentful spirits behind the Pope, as if recalling some distant memory, and said, "Are you the Pope of the current generation of the Hongli Sam Church?"

"..." The Pope frowned and said, "Don't you recognize me? I've heard that although you're imprisoned, you still manage to influence the operation of the Guiji Sect, secretly issuing orders under the guise of Number One..."

"Ok?"

This time it was Angus's turn to be dumbfounded. He stretched out a tentacle from his body with a blank expression, scratched the back of his head, and said, "How come I didn't know about this... Ah, I remember now!"

The mist around Angus's body suddenly began to flow faster, and soon, one word after another came out of his mouth: "Ayem, Inami, Yorik... Interesting, is this 'my' memory from the past three hundred years?"

With each name Angus uttered, the Pope's expression would shift. He had heard of both Ayem and Inami before, as these were names recorded in the Honlisam Cathedral from 280 and 120 years ago, respectively. What was most terrifying was that they were both well-known bishops of the Honlisam Church!

Adding to the final words of Joric and Angus, a chilling thought couldn't help but rise in the Pope's mind.

"Have you been disguising yourself as a human and lurking inside the cathedral for the past three hundred years?"

Everything is connected, everything is connected. Why is it that even after the capture of Angus, the most powerful archbishop of the Guiji Sect, the kingdom was still unable to eradicate this massive cult?

Why did the so-called "Number One" continue to send instructions to all the Guiji followers after Angus was captured, and why did the Guiji sect not only not weaken but grow larger over the past three hundred years?

"How did you manage that?" the Pope asked Angus with an icy expression. He was determined not to let this archbishop go today!

"Hehe, human thinking and abilities have their limits, so you can't understand my methods. For me, projecting consciousness is not a difficult thing..." Archbishop Angus said in a somewhat smug tone.

“I don’t want to fight you.” After a pause, Angus continued, “Although it was a projection, I really am Yorick, and we’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Look at me now, how powerful, how… beautiful. The mortal body has its limits, you should know that all too well.” Angus gazed at the Pope, looking at his increasingly aged body.

“Your Holiness Pope Mattis Gordon, I hereby formally invite you to become one of us, as a friend,” Angus said, his voice filled with enticement.

"Hehe..." Hearing Angus's words, the Pope smiled rather bitterly and subconsciously touched his back. Angus was right. He was now just an old man who would strain his back if he jumped down from a height of more than ten meters.

He could hear the sincerity in Angus's words; if he agreed, he would definitely be able to get rid of this old body.

“But I refuse.” The Pope said, his eyes gleaming with an unusual light.

“He refused…” Angus’s body churned with mist, his aura expanding ever larger as he spoke:

"What a pity..."

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Chapter 525: Encountering the Knight of Salo Again

Web Shot

This is the skill of the silver-gray evening breeze item worn by Lu Qing, which can spray out spider silk with extremely strong toughness and stickiness from any corner of the clothes.

This skill can help Lu Qing restrain enemies in battle, or tie them up from high above. In addition to these uses, it can also help Lu Qing move quickly through buildings in the city.

By attaching the spider silk to a distant building, one can use the force of the silk contracting to move quickly, just like the wolf in Spider-Man and Sekiro.

With that thought in mind, Lu Qing pushed off with her feet and jumped from the top of one building to the top of another building on the street. For her, moving directly from the rooftop was much faster than running on the street.

By this time, she could already see the prison in the distance and the soldiers surrounding and sealing it off.

After mentally estimating the distance, Lu Qing reached into her sleeve and flicked out a spider silk thread, which wrapped around a wooden beam above a clock tower in the distance. Then, she quickened her pace and leaped across the spider silk, swaying through the air.

After reaching the farthest and highest point that the spider silk could reach, she controlled the silk to detach from the wooden beam and used the momentum to continue leaping forward.

"boom!"

Lu Qing plummeted from a height of over ten meters. The light blue stone bricks paved on both sides of the prison became increasingly clear in her eyes. With a soft thud, her toes touched the ground. She pushed herself up with her palms and rolled to her feet.

"Phew..." After standing up, Lu Qing let out a soft sigh of relief and had Wayne bring her crown over.

At a height of over ten meters, she didn't actually need to tumble to the ground. It was just that she was used to it, and the way she landed was kind of cool. But none of that mattered, because Lu Qing discovered that several soldiers had already surrounded her.

Because the princess doesn't go out often, few people know what she looks like. And since she's not wearing noble attire, it's quite normal for these soldiers to misunderstand her.

Just then, Wayne flew down from the sky and delivered his crown.

This thing is fine to carry around normally, but it really hinders movement during parkour, so she asked Wayne to hold it for her temporarily.

As for what the Queen said, that you should never take off your crown... I'll definitely do it next time, I'll definitely do it next time.

Thinking this, Lu Qing took the crown from Wayne's hand, put it back on her head, and looked at the soldiers surrounding her, saying, "Ahem, put down your weapons. I am Princess Lu Qing. I heard that the prison was attacked by cultists, so I rushed over to investigate the situation."

“This…” The soldiers looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt and hesitation.

"Is this for real? Is Her Highness really that skilled?"

"That crown doesn't look fake to me."

"Could it have been stolen?"

"Who would dare steal Her Highness's things and then openly impersonate her?"

"So, should we let it go or not?"

"Put it down, this is Her Highness the Princess."

"You believe that? What if something goes wrong after you release it?"

"So tell me, are you going to let it go or not?"

"this......."

Lu Qing looked at the soldiers discussing in front of her, thought for a moment, and then said, "What's the point of you discussing this? Didn't you see my skills just now?"