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The speed of the three was extremely fast; Maric, who was in the lead, had even surpassed the speed of steam trains of this era, yet even so, the people behind him were still in hot pursuit, clearly not inferior in speed.
In comparison, the speed of the last person was much slower, clearly the lowest-Sequence Hunter, Tyr.
Lin Ruo's gaze fell on the two pursuers, and with just one glance, he saw the difference between them and Sharron and Maric.
As fellow Beyonders of the Mutant Pathway, if Sharron and Maric were typical restrained individuals, doing their best to control the malice and madness in their hearts, these pursuers from the Rose School of Thought had clearly allowed themselves to sink into desire and madness. The malice in their eyes was completely undisguised and unsuppressed, making Lin Ruo's eyebrows twitch.
After confirming their gazes, these were people who deserved to be shot for half an hour without regret.
The battle began before Lin Ruo in this situation. First, Maric fought one-on-one against the Rose School of Thought's Zombie Jason. After Werewolf Tyr arrived at the battlefield, Sharron then joined the fray, engaging in an extreme tug-of-war with the two opponents under the suppression of the Crimson Moon Crown.
During this process, both the enemy, Wraith Steve, and their own side's Klein chose to hide, waiting for the opportune moment. However, the opponent's patience was clearly worse. Before long, Wraith Steve couldn't hold back and tried to attack Maric. It was at this moment that Klein made a dazzling appearance, using Creeping Hunger for a sneak attack, successfully stunning the opponent.
Just like that, the scales of victory tipped. With the help of Klein, who had already upgraded and was more capable in battle than at the same stage in the original work, their side instantly suppressed the enemy.
"Klein's fighting style is becoming more and more flashy, truly worthy of a Diviner. In comparison, I, his teacher, am far inferior…" Enjoying the visually excellent battle, Lin Ruo commented in his heart. He had a good understanding of himself.
Accustomed to hiding behind the scenes, using [truth] to weave scripts and arrange everyone clearly, he wasn't actually that skilled in combat.
Lin Ruo was actually very clear that relying on the power and versatility of his own Beyonder abilities, he was indeed very powerful, but if his abilities were restricted, under similar circumstances, he really might not be able to defeat combat-proficient individuals like Medici or Klein.
After all, Lin Ruo had fought too few battles, and they were mostly crushing victories. In terms of combat experience, he was even inferior to Klein, whom he had personally nurtured.
Perhaps the former Angel of Judgment already had rich combat experience, but Lin Ruo, who had now lost almost all of his memories, clearly had to start from scratch in this regard.
"I should also improve in this aspect… Hmm, it's a good time to change pathways and go play in the historical illusion. Anyway, dying there isn't really dying; at most, it's just a bit of pain, so it's a good place to train combat awareness." Lin Ruo pinched his chin, making a decision in an instant. "At most, I'll die a few more times, and combat awareness will eventually be cultivated."
Lin Ruo was also someone who could be very harsh on himself.
On the open ground in front of the warehouse, at this moment, the battle had reached a fever pitch. Just as Wraith Steve was about to be hammered to death by Sharron, a gentle breeze suddenly blew from not far away.
The breeze brought yellowing leaves. The leaves were blown close to Maric, who instantly realized something and tried to dodge sideways, but his clothes seemed to come alive at that moment, pulling at Maric's body, preventing him from moving.
Not only that, the belt on his trousers suddenly tightened at that moment, with such force that he felt his waist was about to be snapped. The floating leaf also clung tightly to Maric's face, as if trying to suffocate him, and even the weeds, withered vines, and broken stones on the ground became dangerous at this moment.
Every object in this area, at this moment, possessed malice.
Undoubtedly, it was the Rose School of Thought's demigod, Puppet Lokas, who had arrived.
"Snap—"
Accompanied by the sound of a snap, flames ignited on Maric's body, instantly burning away the clothes that bound him.
This was preparation Klein had made in advance. At the same time, he snapped his fingers again, and after another flash of fire appeared elsewhere, he used Flame Jump to leave his original position.
Maric clearly also had experience dealing with such attacks. He used this opportunity to break free from the restraints, and with a powerful lunge, he covered several meters.
Sharron had already concealed her figure, entering a Wraith state, her whereabouts unknown.
And where the few people had originally been, the just-slightly yellowed weeds instantly withered, as if their life force had been stolen in an instant.
Clearly, if Sharron and the others hadn't left in time, they would have been severely injured.
Wraith Steve and the others all showed joy at this moment, realizing that reinforcements had arrived. Just as they were about to laugh wildly, a powerful purifying light enveloped them the next second.
This was a purifying light generated using Unshadowed Crucifix. Because Sharron and Maric had already moved away from Wraith Steve and the others, they were naturally not affected. The only unlucky ones were the Rose School of Thought's trio of indulgence, and even some small actions Puppet Lokas had just made in this area were purified.
"Ah—"
Accompanied by screams, Puppet Lokas, who was still far away and not affected, naturally realized there was an ambush.
At this moment, hiding himself in a tree next to the warehouse, in a state similar to a Wraith that made him difficult to detect, he suddenly looked in the direction where the light had appeared and saw a black-haired, black-eyed young man holding a cross smiling at him.
It was a smile that could not be described as anything but gentle, yet Puppet Lokas's gaze suddenly narrowed.
Because beside the other party, there was a War Angel with blood-like long hair and wearing black armor, who had already raised a flaming spear at him.
The fire illuminated this abandoned area.
…
Backlund, Holy Wind Cathedral.
"Boom—"
Accompanied by the howling wind, Bishop Snake, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, flew directly into the air.
Is there no end to this?!
Is there really no end to this?!
Bishop Snake was furious. Ever since the black-haired Angel started causing trouble with the Capim Case, Backlund hadn't had a moment of peace for the past three months.
First, there was the Capim Case and the death of Vice Admiral Hurricane caused by that black-haired Angel, then the demigod battle that broke out in the suburbs of Backlund. That battle, after analysis, involved at least four High-Sequence Beyonders, an event that couldn't be bigger. After that, there was the assassination of the Intis Ambassador by Aurora Order members.
One after another, do they really think our Church of the Lord of Storms has no one in Backlund?!
Doesn't anyone know who the rats that can only operate in the dark are?
Feeling the dignity of the Church of the Lord of Storms being challenged, Bishop Snake almost instantly swept through the sky at the fastest speed.
He refused to believe he still couldn't catch anyone today!
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