I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

The fissure was extremely unstable, its edges twisting and contracting from time to time, and each pulsation revealed a chilling aura.

“They are trying to open the gates of hell; we must stop them,” Anna said upon seeing this.

She was about to take a step forward.

"Om-"

A series of rapid flapping sounds rang out, and countless vampire bats surged out from the shadows on the mountaintop, forming a black wave that blocked the three of them.

Anna stopped in her tracks, her staff already in her hand.

However, before she could cast her spell, the swarm of black bats suddenly parted to the sides, making way for a path.

A gargoyle appeared silently at the end of the passage.

The gargoyle's skin is a rocky grayish-white, its muscles are bulging, and it is full of explosive power.

Behind it, a pair of wings that appeared to be made of patchwork leather were folded up.

What is most striking is its ugly face and a pair of eyes that gleam with cunning and cruelty.

It stood there quietly, and a heavy sense of oppression immediately enveloped you.

Why do it this way?

"Saint Anna, the Church has already abandoned you, so what are you still persisting in?"

The gargoyle took two steps forward, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

"Leave obediently, and I'll spare your life."

Anna ignored its taunts and calmly cast an Appraisal spell on it.

[Race: Gargoyle Demon]

【grade:???】

【HP: 100%】

[Sanity Value: ???]

A series of question marks.

Anna's heart sank slightly.

This means that the level of the demon in front of us is at least level 65 or even higher.

Lisa had already placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, her long silver hair fluttering in the night wind, her whole being poised to strike, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

"Lynn."

Anna suddenly spoke, her voice still calm.

"Trap him."

The gargoyle demon, enjoying the solemn look on its prey's face, paused for a moment upon hearing this, then let out a piercing laugh.

Its cruel eyes turned to the seemingly frail boy beside Anna.

Level 5.

An ant that isn't even worthy of being an appetizer.

"Don't you have any other helpers?" The gargoyle's laughter was full of contempt and disdain. "I would find it disgusting to eat humans of this level."

"Entangled by the tide."

Lynn spoke softly.

There was no chanting, no spellcasting, just a simple sentence.

The gargoyle's laughter stopped abruptly.

It looked down in astonishment and saw countless translucent threads, radiating a faint moonlight, appear out of thin air and tightly bind its massive body, coiling around it again and again.

These threads, though seemingly fragile, contain an irresistible force that cannot be shaken no matter how much it struggles.

How can it be?

What kind of power is this?

The contempt and mockery on the gargoyle's face vanished instantly.

"Warlock."

He forced out two words through gritted teeth, staring intently at Lynn.

"who are you?"

Anna will not give it the chance to find the answer.

The moment the gargoyle was bound, the staff in her hand shone brightly.

"Judgment of the Holy Light!"

A pillar of holy light, a hundred times brighter than moonlight, descended from the sky, striking the gargoyle's head with precision and ferocity.

"Roar--!!!"

A painful roar echoed across the mountaintop.

As the beam of light dissipated, the gargoyle knelt on the ground, its body charred black and emitting wisps of smoke.

However, even after taking this powerful spell head-on, its health only decreased by 6%.

With a roar, the tough tidal threads on its body snapped.

It slowly stood up, and on its grayish-white skin, the charred wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That's a tough thing.

Lynn felt a chill run down her spine.

The siren's control skills could only trap it for a few seconds.

Anna also made a quick judgment.

A swift victory is impossible; if we drag this out, it will be too late once the gates of hell are fully open.

"You all go and interrupt the ceremony, I'll hold him back!"

Before she could finish speaking, Anna took a step forward, her staff slamming heavily onto the ground.

"Sacred Imprisonment!"

Chains of holy light shot out from the ground, weaving together to form a giant cage that trapped the gargoyles that had just broken free of their restraints once again.

The gargoyle roared furiously, slamming its claws and body against the cage of light with deafening roars.

Right now.

Without a moment's hesitation, Lynn and Lisa moved swiftly, bypassing the massive cage, and charged toward the cultists in the distance.

They must be dealt with as soon as possible!

Several thoughts flashed through Lynn's mind in an instant.

The fastest and most effective method is undoubtedly the Sirens' "Song of the Seas".

With just a single sentence, those chanting cult members could be killed instantly.

He was already preparing as he ran.

However, just as he was about to speak, the black robes of several cultists were blown open by the mountain wind.

Each cult member held a sleeping baby tightly in their arms.

A dark red fleshy tube connects the baby's heart to the cultist's chest.

Blood flowed continuously into the cultist's body through the fleshy tubes.

Chapter Thirty: High-Ranking Warlocks

We can no longer hesitate because of the lives of these babies.

Lynn stopped in his tracks. Once the gates of hell were opened, it wouldn't just be these children who would die; the entire area surrounding Windbreak City would be reduced to scorched earth.

The ceremony must be interrupted immediately.

"Singing together across the seas."

There were no tedious and lengthy incantations, and no violent elemental fluctuations.

It consists of only four simple words.

The surrounding light dimmed instantly.

A huge crescent moon, radiating a cool, clear light, rose out of nowhere and hung in the night sky above the summit of Mount Nikolay.

Accompanied by a strong smell of the sea, an enormous, semi-transparent phantom slowly emerged behind Lynn.

The sirens hovered silently in mid-air.

Her long black hair fluttered in the wind, her exquisite face etched with sorrow, and a fish tail covered in silver scales gently slapped the empty air, creating visible ripples.

Inside the Cage of Light.

The gargoyle demon stared intently at the semi-transparent phantom, its grayish-white face filled with bewilderment.

Sirens?

As a follower of the evil god, it naturally recognized this powerful deep-sea creature.

But weren't the sirens already corrupted by the power of the evil god and sunk to the depths of the Black Sea?

Why does it appear in such a sacred manner?

Could it be an illusion?

The gargoyle suddenly turned its head, its gaze locking onto the black-robed youth standing in front of the phantom.

How could a mere level 5 human summon the phantom of a Siren without any warning?

Not only did it not perform any spellcasting actions, but it also showed no signs of mental breakdown or suffering a backlash.

This doesn't make any sense.

Unless... this is a terrifying monster disguised as a level five being, who knows how many years it has lived.

The intelligence was incorrect.

Damn church.

The message from that group of fat, idiotic fools assured everyone that only Anna would come to Nikolayevskaya Sopka.

Now that an unfathomable high-level warlock has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, what's the point of fighting?

With its current strength, dealing with a Radiant Saintess on the verge of collapse would be relatively easy, but with a mysterious sorcerer added, it might be a different story.

The gargoyle demon's grayish-white muscles swelled violently, snapping the chains of light binding its body.

"My Lord Evil God, I really can't handle these two people."

It raised its head and let out a roar at the night sky.

"Let the flames of karma burn them!"

As soon as the words were spoken, its massive rocky body collapsed with a deafening roar.

Thousands of black vampire bats poured out of their disintegrating bodies and fled into the depths of the night sky without looking back.

Only rubble remained.

Lynn stood there, stunned.

The night wind blew across the mountaintop, stirring up dust and sand from the ground.

The siren's ethereal song hadn't even had a chance to be uttered yet.

Why did it run away?

He stared at the empty cage of light, momentarily stunned.

This is a demon; it made a fierce entrance, looking like it was about to tear everyone apart.

They just abandoned their position and ran away?