Chapter 200: Chapter 204: Instant Teleportation
“I’m here to help you.”
“Help me?” Upon hearing Fenna’s words, the young nun furrowed her brows in confusion. Only then did she notice some details in the other’s equipment.
That indeed was the attire and insignia of the Storm Church, yet it was unlike any standard issue she was familiar with. She had never heard of any high-ranking female church official using such a grotesque longsword in battle—clearly, the sword was custom-made and not meant for ordinary guardians.
The “battle sister” standing before her, who looked as young as herself and unusually tall, was from an era she did not recognize.
The young nun fell silent for a few seconds, then said calmly, “Where are you from?”
“1900.”
“I died in battle today, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” Fenna advanced calmly, “it seems you already know what happened.”
“The Doomsday Preachers. I don’t know how they accomplished it, but they opened a subspace rift within the church. I sounded the alarm to the outside, but received no response…”
A subspace rift opened within the sanctuary of gods?!
Fenna felt a shock in her heart. This unprecedented situation escalated her confusion. Then she heard the young nun quietly ask, “Did I succeed today?”
“…At least in this invasion, you did,” Fenna looked up, meeting the nun’s eyes, “You sealed both your death and their intrusion back in 1885.”
“Oh, that’s good,” the nun sighed in relief and slowly raised her longsword. Meanwhile, a low, creeping noise emerged from the nearby darkness. It sounded like some slippery, sticky limbs crawling on the floor or something emerging from a pool of viscous liquid. Although invisible to the naked eye, it was indeed beginning to enter this reality, “The rest should be straightforward.”
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Fenna also slightly raised her huge sword: “This is my area of expertise.”
“Right,” the nun suddenly turned her head and asked, “Are you prepared on the ‘other side’?”
“…We did not receive the alarm you sent out, so there were no extra preparations,” Fenna spoke calmly, steadying her breath to its optimal state, “But… the Guardians are always ready.”
A roar came from the darkness, and the creature from subspace finally formed a malevolent projection in this sealed timeline.
At once, the lantern at Fenna’s waist was triggered, sparking furiously as if to burn all its fuel in moments, almost bursting from its enclosure. The longsword and the massive sword vibrated with a humming tremor, eventually creating a thunderous sound from their clashing.
Fenna saw the ghastly shape of the shadow—it appeared as an amorphous blob of sludge, with the young nun’s image continuously twisting at its core, and bizarre, misshapen hands and feet sprouting from tendrils at its edges. It was a profane entity crudely attempting to mimic human form but failing due to a misunderstanding of the rules of this dimension—with repulsive limbs rapidly crawling toward them!
“This time, it’s up to you, sister.”
The young nun’s voice resonated from the side, and as the creature appeared, she lowered her longsword and pulled out a silver dagger engraved with many patterns. She glanced at the rapidly approaching monster, gave Fenna her final entrustment, then calmly plunged the dagger into her chest.
The moment the nun’s heart stopped, the creeping monster also seemed to suffer a heavy blow. Its amorphous surface suddenly burst with dozens of mouths of various sizes, followed by piercing, noisy screams from each one!
Fenna heard the sound of the nun falling behind her, but she did not turn back, instead stepping boldly toward the “sludge” projected from subspace. As she raised her giant sword, she prayed softly and solemnly, “Please bear witness…”
The battle ended.
Even swifter than eliminating the remnants of a Scion of the Sun.
At this time point, what appeared in the Underground Sanctuary was only a projection that had infiltrated reality from the hollow soul of a lowly clergy member. Although it came from subspace and was constrained by the “gateway,” it didn’t possess much power—the only issue was that, in this sealed timeline, the projection would forever remain bound to the nun.
Now, this detestable cycle seemed to have finally ended.
Fenna watched as the “sludge” gradually disappeared, let out a soft sigh of relief, turned, and returned to the side of the now-deceased young nun. She knelt on one knee, bowed her head, and said, “Thank you for your noble sacrifice.”
The next second, she saw the nun’s corpse begin to gradually disappear, vanishing into thin air like a phantom from the past.
Then, the doors of the Underground Sanctuary slammed shut with a bang, and traces of sword slashes and bullet impacts abruptly began to surface on the surrounding walls and floor. Hollow, empty roars erupted from nowhere, followed by bloodstains appearing on the ground and slowly extending towards the tightly closed doors…
The horrendous cycle continued, everything that had once transpired in the Underground Sanctuary began to operate on schedule. Her intervention as an Outsider had merely created a ripple in this pre-determined history, a ripple that was smoothed out almost instantaneously.
“How can this be…” Fenna rose to her feet in bewilderment, unable to believe the sudden traces appearing in the Underground Sanctuary, “This is just a piece of contaminated hist…”
Before she could finish speaking, the corner of her eye caught a flash of eerie green light in the dark corner. In the next second, that small flame abruptly expanded into a massive vortex, a doorframe, and a tall imposing figure emerged from the flames and stepped forward.
She heard the tall figure speak to her,
“Because the contamination is deep, and the culprits have already noticed your awakening and resistance—simply eliminating a subspace invader can no longer correct the sequence of historical misplacements, Fenna. The source of the contamination is no longer this small church, but the entire City-State.”
“… Captain Duncan!” Fenna’s eyes widened instantly. She had sensed the power of this Ghost Ship captain infiltrating “this side” when she saw the green flames spreading, but she hadn’t expected him to appear directly here, inside the Underground Sanctuary. Instinctively, she gripped her longsword tightly, almost reflexively launching an overhead slash, but at the last moment, she forcefully stopped herself, instead watching the figure warily, trying to determine if it was the real entity or just an illusion in her field of vision, “What do you want?!”
“To take you back to the real world,” Duncan said indifferently as he looked at her, “I thought you would greet me with an overhead slash like last time.”
“… I know that attack is useless against you. It’s impossible for your real body to be in front of me,” Fenna’s muscles all tensed to their optimal state, “You said you are taking me back to the real world? What do you mean by that?”
“Is it that hard to understand? Don’t you need help right now?” Duncan raised his eyebrows, “Or do you have a way to walk out of this veil by yourself? Just by recklessly navigating the City-State?”
Fenna’s eyes twitched unconsciously, watching the Ghost Ship captain before her with great suspicion.
What does this dangerous mariner disaster truly intend?
However, Duncan didn’t bother to explain further to her, instead suddenly raising his right hand, and a cluster of jumping green flames appeared at his fingertips.
Fenna gasped, lifting her longsword while she took a small step back, “What are you doing?!”
“Sending you back to the real world, what else?” Duncan replied casually, “But I haven’t done this before, so I still need to see whether it actually works. If it’s successful, you’ll just go back; if it’s not… we’ll consider other methods.”
“… Try?” Fenna looked at the infamous Ghost Ship captain in front of her, confused by his seemingly incongruous actions, but as she saw the fire in his hand expanding, all her doubts momentarily gave way to vigilance and resistance, “Stop, or I’ll…”
“The battles have begun in the real world, Fenna. The storm is ravaging the City-State, your real enemies have already become alert,” Duncan suddenly interrupted the young Judge, his gaze fixed intensely on Fenna’s eyes, his tone solemn, “Compared to acting alone here, the battlefield outside needs you more—touch this flame, or I’ll make a move.”
Fenna stared fixedly at the flame in Duncan’s hand, unmoving.
To be fair, even if she didn’t know who Duncan was, a normal person seeing such an ominous thing would definitely not touch it.
Duncan, of course, was aware of this, so he was just being polite to Fenna.
While the girl was focusing hard, a trail of hidden burning fire suddenly spread beneath his feet, and the next second, a grand wall of fire erupted in front of Fenna, sweeping over her ferociously!
Fenna’s hair stood on end, eyes widening, and the next second, she swung her longsword furiously, leaping high with a shout, “Other…”
The wall of fire swept past, and the young Judge’s figure vanished amid the fierce flames.
On the deck of the Homeloss, a brief burst of eerie green flames appeared, then disappeared immediately.
In the drenched streets of the Plunder City-State, a tall female figure abruptly materialized from mid-air, roaring as she swung her sword down, “…end!”
A trash bin was split into two by Fenna’s jump slash, leaving a wind slash mark over ten meters long on the ground.
Fenna lifted her head in astonishment, blankly watching the world drenched in downpour around her.
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