I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

【weakness:……】

Lynn's gaze swept over the cultists and finally landed on the woman's face.

"Oh, two new guests?"

Lilith noticed Lynn and Anna at the door. She downed the blood wine in her glass, stuck out her scarlet tongue, licked her lips, and her eyes were full of aggression.

"A fairly good-looking man, and another... um? Such a strong aura of holy light."

Her gaze fell on Anna, and greed and jealousy flashed in her alluring eyes.

"What an unpleasant smell."

Lilith jumped off the bar stool, barefoot, and walked towards the two of them, step by step, across the filthy floor.

Wherever she went, the cultists who were still celebrating stopped and bowed their heads respectfully to make way for her.

"Arrest them," Lilith ordered.

"I'll keep the men for myself, as for that woman..." she licked her lips, "I'll strip her naked and give her to you."

"Roar."

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

The surrounding cultists let out an excited roar, their eyes fixed on Anna like those of a pack of hungry wolves eyeing a delicious prey.

Anna's face turned pale the moment she stepped into the tavern.

As a saint, she had witnessed countless evils and sufferings, but the scene before her still pushed her limits.

Those capable of such acts can no longer be called human; they are demons in human skin.

"Lynn, leave no one alive."

"it is good."

Lynn's response was simple and straightforward.

He didn't even look at Anna beside him, but just quietly watched the priestess walking slowly towards him, watching the confident expression on her face.

"Out of control."

Lilith gave a disdainful sneer, as if she had already foreseen the miserable end that awaited the two of them.

She raised her hand, preparing to give the final order.

However, at this very moment...

A song, seemingly emanating from the deepest recesses of the soul, suddenly resounded throughout the tavern without warning.

It is ethereal and timeless, possessing an irresistible magic.

The siren's holy and beautiful phantom flashed past Lynn's back.

The smile on Lilith's face was frozen in time.

All the cult members inside the tavern collapsed without warning.

Only the surviving women remained, staring blankly at the bizarre scene before them, seemingly still reeling from the recent turn of events.

A slightly bolder girl trembled as she reached out and pushed the man who had just been on top of her and assaulting her.

The man's body slumped to the side, but he was no longer breathing.

died?

They're all dead?

A look of confusion flashed in the girl's eyes, followed by a sudden burst of fear that had been building up for countless days and nights.

Lynn watched all of this quietly, her face expressionless.

He walked to the bar, picked up a bottle of spirits that looked relatively clean, and took a big gulp.

The spicy liquor brought a burning sting, but it calmed his agitated heart, which was somewhat agitated by anger.

Anna didn't say anything; she silently walked over to the women who were still crying.

She emanated a soft, warm holy light, like a mother's embrace, gently enveloping them.

The holy light dispelled the filth from their bodies, healed their physical wounds, and soothed their already scarred hearts.

Under the holy light, the women's cries gradually subsided.

They looked up, their eyes filled with tears, at the woman before them, who was as holy and beautiful as a goddess, their eyes brimming with gratitude and awe.

Anna didn't say anything to comfort her.

She simply took out clean clothes from her spatial ring and distributed them to them.

Lynn leaned against the bar, silently watching Anna's busy figure, and took another swig of wine.

He knew that Anna needed an outlet to vent her anger and sorrow.

And saving these poor people is the best way for her.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The tavern fell silent once the last survivor was calmed down and told he could leave on his own to seek refuge with the "Burning Fire" organization.

All that remained were corpses scattered on the ground and a room in complete disarray.

Anna slowly walked to Lynn's side. The holy light around her had faded, and her face showed some fatigue.

"It's all taken care of." Lynn handed her the wine bottle.

Anna shook her head; she didn't like the taste of alcohol.

She simply stood quietly beside Lynn, looking out the window.

It's almost bright.

The eastern horizon was already tinged with the pale light of dawn.

Chapter 147 Dawn

As I left the tavern, the first rays of dawn had already pierced through the gloom that had shrouded the city of Holy Song for many days.

Lynn and Anna walked down an empty street.

Unlike when we came, there is no longer any need to hide.

“Let’s go straight to the theater.” Anna’s voice was calm as her gaze swept over the closed doors and windows on both sides of the street and the faint traces of blood on the walls. “We’ll go and meet Eve.”

"Not hiding anymore?" Lynn asked, turning his head.

“No need.” Anna continued walking. “If we find something that needs cleaning, we can just clean it all at once.”

No sooner had the two finished speaking than three believers dressed in religious robes suddenly rushed out from the shadows at the street corner ahead.

They held poisoned short blades, their faces twisted with fanatical smiles, clearly having been lying in ambush for some time.

"Heretics, die!"

The distance closed in the blink of an eye, and Anna didn't even wave her staff, only slightly raising her fingertips.

Three thin beams of light swept past.

The believer at the forefront suddenly froze, collapsing to the ground without uttering a sound.

He looked up in astonishment and saw a warm, holy light enveloping him.

The light was as gentle as a spring breeze, yet it quickly extinguished the fervor in their eyes.

The moment the light touched their skin, the magic within them was completely purified and drained away, and they collapsed to the ground as if their spines had been removed.

"Let's go."

As they continued their journey, believers kept pouring out of buildings and alleyways, trying to stop the two.

Lynn no longer needed Anna to lift a finger; he decisively killed her with fireballs and wind blades.

Anna followed beside him, her eyes constantly scanning the surrounding buildings warily. She no longer made a move unless a monster suddenly appeared.

The two became increasingly coordinated as they moved, occasionally exchanging glances and understanding each other's intentions without needing to say a word.

This unspoken trust makes progress incredibly efficient.

After walking through three blocks, they arrived at the edge of a relatively open square.

At the end of the square, the outline of a building appeared in the morning light. The building was quite large, with a soaring spire, and it must have once been some kind of theater or large gathering place.

But at this moment, it has already collapsed halfway.

Ruins lay scattered across the square, massive stones and broken wooden beams had created deep craters, and the air was thick with dust and a faint smell of blood.

Lynn and Anna exchanged a glance and quickened their pace toward the ruins, the faint screams of the dying cultists echoing in the distance.

"The sound... came from up above."

The two looked up at the same time.

At the highest point of the theater, where it had not yet completely collapsed, a figure was standing on the edge.

Against the rising sun, the figure appeared somewhat frail.

Her long hair swayed gently in the morning breeze, and dark red liquid dripped from the longsword in her hand.

Eve seemed to sense the movement below, and lowered her head slightly, casting her gaze downwards.

She didn't say anything, she just jumped.

Her figure fell from a great height, and as she approached the ground, a gentle breeze lifted her up, allowing her to land lightly a few meters in front of the two of them.

"How did it go?" Lynn asked.

Eve nodded and sheathed her longsword at her waist. "It's done."

She looked at Lynn, then at Anna, and asked, "Are you two done too?"

“Yes,” Anna replied briefly.

“Then…” Eve’s gaze turned toward the city center, where the massive black obelisk still stood, casting a distorted shadow in the morning light, “and only the Abyss Bishop remains.”

"With such a commotion, he should have already noticed it."

“Yes,” Eve replied. “He should be waiting for us at the foot of the obelisk right now.”

She turned around and took the lead in walking towards the square.

“Wait, Eve,” Lynn called out to her.

Eve stopped and turned her head to the side.

Lynn frowned. Although Eve's breathing was relatively stable, he could clearly see the fatigue on her body.

“You don’t look well,” Lynn said bluntly. “How about… you take a day off? Anyway, the ceremony can’t be restarted anytime soon, so we can plan this out in the long run.”

Anna nodded in agreement: "Lynn is right. The bishop's strength is unknown. It would be safer to conserve our energy before going."

Eve was silent for a few seconds.

Then, she shook her head.

"We can't wait any longer."

"Just now... I forced that priest to reveal some information."

"Kal'thus has gone mad. He can't wait for the ritual to be completed and he's preparing to... force all the survivors in this city to eat the Abyss Fruit."

Abyss Fruit.

Lynn immediately recalled what Kazan had swallowed in the arena.

"They've all turned into monsters?" Anna's voice sounded tense.

“No.” Eve shook her head. “He said that those fruits were seeds cultivated by the bishop with his own flesh and blood and the magic of the abyss. Those who eat them will become… the nourishment for the revival of the Lord of the Abyss.”

Eve turned her head and looked at Lynn and Anna.

The morning light reflected in her eyes, but it brought no warmth whatsoever.

"In other words, from now on, for every additional period of time that is delayed, some of the survivors imprisoned in the city may be forcibly fed the fruit."

Lynn felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart.