Chapter 147: Chapter 151 The Fear of Profound Demons
Duncan bent down to examine the scene.
It was indeed the nun—the same nun who had spoken to Duncan and Sherry not long ago and who, theoretically, should have been praying in the main hall at the moment.
But now she lay here, dead near the entrance of the Underground Sanctuary, and until the moment Duncan pushed the door open, she had been using her body to firmly blockade it.
It seemed she was trying to prevent something from entering the Underground Sanctuary. However, considering her state before she collapsed, it looked as though she had been desperately fighting against something within the Underground Sanctuary and had closed the doors before she died, to stop that thing from getting out.
“It looks… as if she just died…”
Sherry, bravely edging closer now, peeked over Duncan’s shoulder and after two or three seconds, she cautiously spoke up.
“Yes, it seems she hasn’t been dead for long, even…” Duncan said, as he placed his hand on the nun’s arm, “she still has warmth.”
The body at the entrance of the Underground Sanctuary retained a residual warmth. Her horrendously wounded body was smeared with blood that had yet to dry, which gave Duncan the impression that the battle in the basement had still been ongoing when he and Sherry had first stepped into the church; the nun was alive at that time, and even… she might have still been breathing when they began to explore the church.
But that was impossible.
The church had been deserted for eleven years, and the supernatural phenomena in the Plunder City-State had occurred eleven years ago as well. If this church was indeed a “key node” on the curtain, then everything here should have happened and ended eleven years ago. The nun, who fought in the Underground Sanctuary until her last moment, couldn’t possibly have just drawn her last breath now.
With a grave expression, Duncan slowly stood up and directed his gaze towards the opposite side of the door.
As he had expected, the community church’s Underground Sanctuary was nothing more than a slightly spacious basement. There was no light in the sanctuary, not even the Everlasting Oil Lamps and gas lamps that were supposed to ward off evil spirits; all were extinguished. Only the faint light pouring in through the doorway illuminated the interior, where in the dimness, one could vaguely make out the silent figure of a female deity’s statue standing in the center of the basement. Pillars adorned with scriptural tapestries lined both sides of the sanctuary, along with niches for storing Holy Artifacts.
Duncan stepped over the nun’s body and began to search for traces of battle within the basement. He spotted cuts and notches on the walls and columns, pits from gunshots, and scorches from flames—all signs of combat.
But he could not find the “enemy”—the “invader” the nun had desperately fought against before her death.