138: Beelzebub Says…
"My Lord above, today really is fucking cursed luck!"
In a desolate suburban area nearly thirty kilometers from the Christian Orphanage, with a distortion of space, Victor's wretched figure tumbled out.
The moment he emerged, he couldn't hold back a mouthful of old blood, cursing continuously.
Indeed, in his current state, where was the prestige of a former Church Bishop? His facial bones had collapsed, his features a bloody blur. If anyone saw him like this, within a day, Wangyou City would probably have a new urban legend.
"I felt that little brat was off two days ago. I originally planned to deal with her after the event. Damn it, I shouldn't have dragged it out this long without handling her!"
Victor cursed while doing his best to mobilize the magic power within his body to heal the injuries on his face. His current appearance was too frightening. He probably couldn't even enter the city.
But even if he could, he absolutely couldn't go into the city. The matter had been exposed. Those justice-seeking Watchers would surely be searching everywhere for him throughout the city. Going into the city now would be pure suicide.
Victor's only option now was to find a hidden corner in the suburbs and hold out as best he could until that Lord came to retrieve him.
"Hehehe, fortunately the situation could still be considered a blessing in disguise. That Lord's plan is almost complete... When my Lord bestows His blessing, the Watchers? The Saint? Hehe..."
"Oh? What plan? Tell me about it?"
"Does that even need to be asked? Of course it's to welcome... Wait! Who's there!"
Facing this sudden question, Victor had responded without even thinking. But just as he was about to blurt out that "most important matter," he still realized something was wrong. He quickly shut his mouth and entered a state of alert. Golden God-given spears materialized around him, their sharp tips aiming dead in the direction the voice had come from.
"Tsk, I thought you'd be stupider and just say it directly! That would have saved me a lot of effort."
As a voice like silver bells, light and sweet, quietly rang out, Evelia's figure gradually emerged from the small grove beside the road.
She still maintained her Church nun appearance. Black hair, black eyes, short stature, a small body, and a tender, cute little face filled with helplessness.
Honestly, looking like this, rather than a Church nun, she looked more like some family's ten-something-year-old girl playing cosplay!
And after seeing this incredibly cute, harmless-looking girl before him, Victor also froze slightly. Then the panic and wariness in his heart instantly vanished without a trace, replaced by unprecedented contempt and relaxation.
This girl, in Victor's eyes, had only received the Church's invitation and joined because her talent was slightly better, plus she had a close relationship with an angel.
The only reason he had acted so fawningly toward this girl earlier was purely because the angel behind him clearly held hostility toward him. Under duress, he had wanted to prevent himself from being stabbed to death by Amya by trying to curry favor with the girl before him.
To put it simply, what he feared was Amya, not Evelia, this little girl who had just joined the Church and probably hadn't even learned God-given Magic yet.
"Although I don't know how you managed to follow me. But... daring to come alone to stop me, do you really think you possess power as great as that angel's?"
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Evelia tilted her head, looking with some confusion at this visibly more confident, wretched old man before her.
Although... her combat ability in bed was indeed inferior to Amya, that old pro, and could even be said to be completely outmatched, but when it came to actual practical combat ability...
Put it this way: when they first met, Amya was the one she had pinned to the ground and thoroughly handled (referring to being pinned on her lap and spanked).
Therefore, Evelia couldn't quite figure out where this old man suddenly got such confidence.
The blood under his nose hadn't even stopped yet!
"Hmph! Although I don't want to bully the weak, since you dared to come alone to intercept me, you should have been prepared to be killed by me!"
"Even though I, Victor, am seriously injured! I am absolutely not someone a little girl like you who just joined the Church can match!"
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Did this old man know that saying such big words with his current face was really laughable?
"Goodbye, little girl. Remember this clearly in your next life. Don't be so ignorant of your own limitations!"
Victor sneered. With a light tap of his finger, the God-given spear floating around him instantly shot forth! The sharp blade showed absolutely no mercy, aiming straight for Evelia's heart!
And almost at the exact moment the light spear was fired, Evelia quietly raised her right hand.
In the next instant, that lethal spear condensed from faith power mixed with magic power had quietly arrived before Evelia.
Then, this light spear that should have pierced through Evelia's heart in a split second just stopped right in front of Evelia, vividly and abruptly, in Victor's dumbfounded eyes.
To be precise, it was intercepted by "something" in Evelia's palm.
"That's... what?"
No matter how many incredulous thoughts he had, reality was reality. This little girl who had only joined the Church two days ago had actually caught his Spear of Judgment with such a casual posture.
But that wasn't what terrified Victor the most. What truly made his heart pound was the aura emanating from Evelia's palm.
Unparalleled terror, unparalleled brutality, and that magic array in the young girl's palm constantly overflowing with Hellish aura... No mistake about it, this girl named Evelia had definitely summoned something quite extraordinary.
And from Hell, no less.
This shouldn't be something a human magician could do. The entity itself of "that thing" in her palm shouldn't respond to a human's summons... No! That supreme terrifying existence, the embodiment of original sin, shouldn't respond to any creature's plea whatsoever!!!
Wait, no, it seems... there really was one...
As if thinking of something, Victor's gaze at Evelia gradually shifted from shock to terror, and finally into despair.
That Lord had told him the true identity of the demon hiding in this city.
Satan's daughter, the Princess of Hell, and the one existence in all of Wangyou City who absolutely could not be touched.
Victor certainly hadn't forgotten what William, that guy who tried to pull a fast one and ended up exposing the organization, had died for.
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