As the stone pupils opened, the ice-blue and hot light spread throughout the crypt, like a holy blue star radiating light into the endless void.

Under that light, the distorted and slender deformed body of the evil spirit emerged: the distorted and mutated appearance of the inhuman appearance, the deformed arm of the right hand was like a black blade.

The liquefied oil-colored water drips flowing and changing, just like a crazy portrait of changing colors.

The stone shining like a star in Father Dylan's hand is the only holy object in the Green Church - the left eye of Leo VII, the bishop of fief.

Mrs. Kuntu's evil spirit was burned by the holy objects, and the oil paint on her body began to evaporate and fade, revealing her dark and catkin-like body. But it still walked slowly and staggered towards the scorched blue sphere.

Although the blue sunlight is powerful, it still cannot completely shock it.

Dylan did not retreat. He closed his eyes tightly, silently chanting prayers between his lips, and black blood slowly oozed out along the wound on his neck, as if dark tears were seen.

The evil spirit made an incomprehensible cicada chirping in the throat, and its blue tongue coiled like a poisonous snake. The black blade of the right hand pointed directly at Dylan's heart...

Quinn's butterfly winged knife stabbed into its back first.

I saw her pounced towards her like a vicious dog following the source of sound. The blade of the butterfly bit the body of the spirit body illuminated by the light, and rotated the handle of the knife like stirring honey. The black substance suddenly melted and evaporated like wax oil, making a hissing sound.

The evil spirit turned back and the black blade slashed. Quinn lowered her body and avoided it, and stabbed forward with her close body.

Mrs. Kuntu raised her arm with her left hand to block it, and the blade pierced through her wrist. Miss Hound's body jumped over it sideways, as smooth as silk, like a chef dismantling meat chops. Her whole arm was cut off and slowly melted on the ground.

However……

Just as she was listening to the sound and trying to avoid the other party's desperate counterattack, her arms on the ground leaped up like locusts and hooked Quinn's ankle.

As the body became unbalanced, the sharp blade that should have been barely avoided penetrated straight into the internal organs, pulling out a bright red blood mist, like a dandelion petal falling in the wind.

Quinn coughed up a ball of blood and fell to the ground in pain, without any strength left, only breathing...

Until it fell down completely, the colorful pool of water was allowed to swallow her face.

After completely defeating Quinn, nothing can stop the pace of Margaret Kuntu's evil spirit.

But the evil spirit was also seriously injured and weak. It let out a weak roar and slowly walked towards the increasingly prosperous light, like a moth throwing into a candlelight.

The broken, dark blade trembled towards Leo VII's left eye. The pupils of the stone eye kept trembling. The blue light almost swallowed the evil spirit, but it was still a slight difference...

The spiritual niche in the tomb emitted a silent terrifying scream, the earth was trembling, and the colorful pool water boiled.

The blade is getting closer and closer...

"Margaret Kuntu!"

Ed's roar echoed in the tomb. He hooked Mr. Kuntu's throat with a white crow stick, pointing his muzzle straight at Kuntu's temple.

This scene is very similar to the situation when Ed was taken as a hostage when Floyd's mansion.

It’s just that the feng shui turns around, and this time I become the bad guy with a gun.

There was no bullet in the gun chamber, so he could only hope that the evil spirit in front of him would not remember this small detail.

Mrs. Kuntu let out a shrill scream, abandoning the stone eyes and Father Dylan, who were so far away, and rushed towards Ed, who was almost in the sky.

The shadow on her body was as dark as ashes, and the sunlight burned the oil on her body, with only the rolling black blood and endless darkness.

Although it is terrifying and gloomy, it has a heartbreaking beauty...

Ed threw away the empty gun without bullets in his right hand, grabbed Mr. Kuntu's back collar, and blocked him in front of him.

Away from Leo VII's gaze in his left eye, the evil spirit's figure became more and more swift, and he swung past his front at a speed that Ed could not handle, and a sharp blade flew behind him.

Suddenly, an invisible barrier condensed in the air, emitting nearly transparent mint green.

The black blade of Margaret Kuntu's arm easily cut through the fragile barrier, but it was deviated by half...

Ed's black eyes also had a similar light green color. He held the white crow's cane in both hands, as if a sword was standing in front of him.

The offset black blade slid along the handle of the staff to the tip of the staff, causing a golden spark, almost brushing against the shoulders, leaving only a light blood mark...

The light ball of the bishop's pupil finally reached the saturation peak. The cold blue sunlight burned the colorful pool water, reflecting the entire tomb as bright as noon.

In this once-prosperous blue light, Margaret Kuntu's spiritual body gradually decayed, collapsed, and disappeared, and was pulled back into the portrait by invisible gravity, becoming what it was.

And in Ed's vision, the pale flaming text has just begun to fade:

[The character card "Edgar Waikolo (Catalina Oakland)" is loaded.]

[Crystallization structure is completed simultaneously, the secret text affinity of "Lake": 97%.]

Taking advantage of the lack of Quinn's desperate battle with the evil spirit, he had already figured out a plan - use Mr. Kuntu as a hostage to attract the evil spirit to attack him and buy time for Dylan.

The secret text of "Lake" represents the power of "guarding and barrier", and the facet of "royal shelter" is also one of its variants. Catalina's swordsmanship talent has helped Ed a lot-

After reading Catalina's character card, my understanding of swordsmanship was enriched a lot, so I had the ultimate block to use the "Lake" secret text to offset the blade bar and use the White Crow Cane to resolve the attack offset.

If you take the desperate attack just now, even if the White Crow cane is strong enough to resist, your own strength will be completely unbearable.

"Ed..." Father Dylan sat on the ground and shouted weakly, "Look at how Quinn's injury is."

Ed hurriedly walked to Quinn to examine her. Her breath was still there and became more and more stable, but she entered a sleep similar to shock.

After confirming that Miss Hound was fine, Ed walked over to check Mr. Kuntu's physical condition. He saw his limbs twitching and foaming at his mouth. A bunch of crystals pierced his eyeballs, and a blood-stained spikes poked out from the corners of his eyes.

"Mr. Kuntu, can you hear me?"

Without reaction, only meaningless moans remained in his throat.

"The power of the ritual forced him to be an extraordinary person. In a short period of time, the crystal level soared, and the crystals in the brain were clustered. In other words, he could only spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital."

Dylan sighed and said. He took the holy object back into the obsidian box, took out a handkerchief to cover his neck, and slowly stood up:

"Check if there is anything worth noting and the portrait, take it together so that no one will come here to make trouble again."

The dark secret book of Kuntu family fell aside. Ed got the moon first and picked up the secret book.

As the colorful water on the ground faded, the colorful words on the secret book were gradually fading away, and they were about to become a wordless book. He had to race against time and quickly read each page, and prayed that Sylvie would copy the text on it for him again.

In the blink of an eye, the words disappeared.

"The text above disappeared." Ed stated with an innocent look on his face.

Dylan waved his hand impatiently:

"Leave it to my brother and the shitty divine adjustment bureau to worry about it. Let's go and get the two of them out. I'll carry it... Forget it, you carry the one wearing a collar. I don't want her to wake up suddenly and beat me up."

The stone door of the crypt has been opened, and the pure white sunshine outside is bright and brilliant.

The two walked on the field of green sunflowers, staggering and exhausted.

"Hold on, we can hire a carriage to go back after passing the logging yard." Dylan comforted.

"By the way, Father..."

Ed said to Dylan with an unprecedented honorific title:

"Does the evil spirits also have feelings?"

"I have no idea."

Dylan's bloody throat was filled with bubbles, as if he had a cold and had not recovered:

"But the evil spirit will some of the habits she had in her lifetime... Maybe she still remembers to love him."

As if he was illusion, Mr. Kuntu on his back seemed to be calmer and no longer let out annoying moans.

Only that eye was left looking at the rectangular portrait holding Quinn's arm, and was so quiet that it was so quiet...
Chapter completed!