Chapter 267: Chapter 117: Kidnapped an Angel (Seeking Subscription, Seeking Monthly Ticket) _3
Translator: 549690339
As he said this, he didn’t forget to prompt the two assistants: “You two should learn too. This is a secret skill that’s really useful for avoiding evil spirits and undead type creatures.”
Mushroomhead looked on with curiosity and started learning as well. However, Ada’s face turned odd as she watched the five men in front of her, all sticking their bottoms out.
Even though she could face death without a frown.
But to perform this action, she couldn’t help feeling somewhat embarrassed! Feeling the collective gaze of the five men, Ada felt even more uncomfortable and begrudgingly joined the bottom-sticking group.
So there they were, six people sticking their bottoms out, walking in an odd posture with a quirky atmosphere in the black fog.
But the effect was clear, the monster sounds that were formerly heard in the black fog were gone.
After the six people used this secret skill, it seemed like they were overlooked.
Meeting these three from the X Bureau, Leonard Churchill was somewhat helpless.
Having experienced Reuel Bible’s combat power just a moment ago, he knew that it would be useless whether he transformed into a werewolf or not if he had to fight.
instead, he was more interested in the blackbox that the three men were carrying. He guessed that it could be some kind of “Disaster Object”.
Otherwise, it would have been difficult for them to get here.
He originally wanted to pretend he didn’t know them.
But after all, he was the only one among the six people walking in the correct direction; this scene was definitely noticeable.
Mushroomhead blinked his eyes: “Sir, have we met before?”
Leonard Churchill didn’t say a word.
But he knew that the moment they met, he should have been recognized.
At least Reuel Bible recognized him.
But he didn’t say it out loud.
Luckily, Mushroomhead didn’t ask further, only curious: “Why are you walking backward? And why are you constantly looking in that direction?”
Elder Clinton responded with a grim look, “He saw the Weeping Angel, so he can only keep looking at it. Otherwise, the Angel will catch up.” Mushroomhead, curious as a baby, asked further: “Ah, why does he have to keep staring at the Angel?”
Both of them had left camp before the Angel opened its eyes and had not seen what followed.
Elder Clinton responded: “The curse of the Weeping Angel is a rule-based taboo. Once you’ve seen it, you can’t let it out of your sight, otherwise, it will instantly teleport to kill you. You two also be careful, better not look around. If you see it, you must also keep staring at it, don’t blink…”
Reuel Bible and others nodded in understanding: “So that’s why…
Elder Clinton spoke with a sense of helplessness.
He originally wanted to avoid trouble, but it seemed like trouble was only increasing.
With these three from the X Bureau appearing, if those believers of the Silver Moon Sect found out, a fight would be inevitable.
Before Elder Clinton could say his parting words, Reuel Bible, with the tone of an old friend, laughed: “Elder Clinton, how do we get out now?” Elder Clinton frowned without answering, “Did you really know me before?” A hint of reminiscence appeared in Reuel Bible’s eyes, he said: “Yes. We had a drink together in Dragon City twenty years ago. Back then, you said you owed me a drink. Then you disappeared for twenty years. If I hadn’t come to Sinless City for a case, I wouldn’t even know you had come to the Old Continent…” With this, he seemed to understand something and sighed: “Seems like your memory problem still hasn’t been fixed.
“Oh.”
Hearing that the other man was able to talk about his forgotten issues and that they once shared a drink, Elder Clinton knew he probably was an old acquaintance, and said: “Yes. The older I get, the more I forget.”
It seems like he had truly forgotten.
Seeing this, Reuel Bible sighed, and then asked: “Did you find what you were looking for?”
Upon hearing this question, the murkiness in Elder Clinton’s eyes seemed to stir a little; he shook his head: “No.”
However, now was not the time for leisure chat or helping with his memory. Reuel Bible, with a wrinkled forehead, asked again: “Setting that aside, how do we get out now?”
Elder Clinton fired back a question: “Can you kill the Spellcaster?
Reuel Bible looked helpless as he replied: “No, I can’t. I have tried just now. Those Old Days Believers must have awakened some part of the Ancient God’s will; now they have divine protection, making them hard to kill. More importantly, that Angel, even the Disaster Object I brought can’t withstand that curse, I could only choose to escape first. *sigh*… The trouble behind us is growing.”
“Indeed, the trouble is big.”
Elder Clinton also scrunched up his old face as he heard this. Seemingly because Reuel Bible was an acquaintance, he didn’t disguise himself but continued speaking: “I can’t remember clearly. But this should be the undead type forbidden curse magic ‘Undead Catastrophe’. But the Spellcaster’s tier isn’t high enough, so it’s only a half-finished product now. Otherwise, we should be dead the moment the magic barrier covered us… I remember it seems like we can get out by walking this way. But I am not completely sure, we can only take it step by step..”
Listening to their conversation, Leonard Churchill tried to analyze their relationship in his mind.
Reuel Bible and Elder Clinton knew each other twenty years ago?
But why was it forgotten?
This Elder Clinton’s origin is mysterious.
No wonder he could survive in so many Alternate Dimensions, having abilities and methods beyond comprehension isn’t surprising then.
However, he didn’t know as they didn’t say.
But, he was more concerned with something else.
initially, he didn’t think it was a big deal to keep looking in one direction. But as they walked, Leonard Churchill suddenly realized that the Weeping Angel which was slowly getting smaller in his sight, was now getting bigger. Reuel Bible and the others were not looking back, they were unaware of what happened..