As the stone pupil opens, icy blue and hot light diffuses throughout the cave, like a holy blue star, radiating light into the endless void.
Under that light, the twisted and slender deformed body of the evil spirit emerged: the appearance was distorted and mutated, and the deformed right arm looked like a black blade.
The liquefied oil paint droplets covering the body flow and change, making it a crazy portrait of changing colors.
The stone shining like a star in Father Dylan's hand is the only sacred object in the Green Church - the left eye of the fief-bishop Leo VII.
Mrs. Kuntu's evil spirit was burned by the holy object, and the paint on her body began to evaporate and fade, revealing a dark, catkin-like body. But it still faced the scorching blue sphere, walking slowly and staggeringly.
Although the blue sunlight is powerful, it still cannot completely frighten it.
Dylan didn't back away. He closed his eyes tightly and muttered a prayer silently on his lips. Black blood slowly seeped out along the wound on his neck, like dark tears.
The evil spirit's throat emitted incomprehensible cicada cries, its green tongue twisted like a poisonous snake, and the black blade in its right hand pointed directly at Dylan's heart...
Quinn's butterfly-wing folding knife penetrated its back first.
I saw her swooping towards the source of the sound like a vicious dog, biting the body of the spirit illuminated by the light with the butterfly blade, spinning the handle like stirring honey, and the dark matter suddenly melted and evaporated like wax, making a sizzling sound. ring.
The evil spirit turned around, and the black blade whizzed and slashed. Quinn lowered her body to avoid it, then thrust forward again.
Mrs. Kuntu raised her left arm to block, and the blade pierced her wrist. Miss Hound's figure jumped sideways from it, as smooth and smooth as silk, like a chef disassembling a steak, and the entire arm was cut off by force, and slowly melted on the ground.
However……
Just when she heard the voice and identified her position, trying to avoid the opponent's desperate counterattack, an arm from the ground jumped up like a locust and hooked Quinn's ankle.
As the body became unbalanced, the sharp blade that should have been easily avoided penetrated directly into the internal organs, tearing out a bright red mist of blood, like dandelion petals falling in the wind.
Quinn coughed up a ball of blood and knelt down on the ground in pain. She had no strength left in her body and could only breathe...
Until she collapsed completely, letting the colorful pool water engulf her face.
After completely defeating Quinn, nothing can stop the evil spirit of Margaret Quinto.
But the evil spirit was also seriously injured and weak. It let out a weak whistle and slowly walked towards the increasingly bright light, like a moth thrown into a candlelight.
The broken, pitch-black blade trembled as it approached Leo VII's left eye. The pupils of the stone eye couldn't help trembling. The blue light almost swallowed up the evil spirit, but it was still just a hair away...
The shrine in the tomb emits a silent scream of terror, the earth trembles, and the colorful pool water boils.
The blade is getting closer and closer...
"Marguerite Quinto!"
Ed's roar echoed through the tomb. I saw him hooking Mr. Kuntu's throat with his white crow cane, and pointing the gun directly at Kuntu's temple.
This situation is very similar to the situation in the Freud mansion when Ed was taken as a hostage.
It's just that things have changed, and this time he became the bad guy with the gun.
There was not even half a 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, abandoned Stone Eyes and Father Dylan who were just a few feet away, and rushed towards Ed, who was almost far away.
The shadows on her body were as black as ashes, and the sunlight burned away the paint on her body, leaving only billowing black blood and endless darkness.
Although terrifying and eerie, there is a heartbreaking beauty...
Ed threw away the empty gun in his right hand, which was empty of bullets, and grabbed Mr. Kuntu by the back of his collar, blocking him in front of him.
Away from the gaze of Leo VII's left eye, the evil spirit's figure grew faster and faster, passing in front of Ed at a speed that Ed couldn't handle, with sharp blades whirling behind him.
Suddenly, an invisible barrier condensed in the air, exuding an almost transparent mint green.
The black blade on Margaret Quintu's arm easily cut through this fragile barrier, but it was deflected by half a minute...
Ed's black eyes also shone with a similar light green color. He held the white crow cane in both hands, as if a sword blade was held in front of him.
The offset black blade slid along the handle to the tip of the staff, triggering a burst of golden sparks that almost brushed against the shoulder, leaving only a faint trace of blood...
The light mass of the Bishop's Eye finally reached its saturation peak, and the cold blue sunlight burned away the colorful pool water, making the entire tomb shine as bright as noon.
In this momentary blue light, Margaret Quintu's spiritual body gradually decayed, collapsed, and died, and was pulled back into the portrait by invisible gravity, turning into its original appearance.
In Ed's field of vision, the pale flame text had just begun to fade away:
[Character card "Edgar Waikolo (Catalina Oakland)" is loaded. 】
[Crystal structure is completed simultaneously, "Lake" secret text affinity: 97%. 】
While Quinn was fighting the evil spirit, he had already thought of a plan - using Mr. Quintu as a hostage to attract the evil spirit to attack him and buy Dylan time.
The "Lake" secret text represents the power of "guarding and barrier", and the "Royal Protection" facet is also one of its variations. And Catalina’s swordsmanship talent helped Ed a lot——
After reading Catalina's character card, my understanding of swordsmanship has been enriched a lot, and I can use the "Lake" secret text to deflect the blade and use the white crow cane to deflect the attack to limit the block.
If he takes the fatal blow just now, even if the White Crow cane is strong enough to withstand it, his own strength will be completely unable to withstand it.
"Ed..." Father Dillon sat down on the ground and shouted weakly, "Look at Quinn's injury."
Ed quickly walked over to Quinn to inspect. Her breathing was still there and became more stable, but she entered a sleep that was close to shock.
After confirming that Miss Hound was fine, Ed walked over to check Mr. Kuntu's physical condition. He saw his limbs twitching, foaming at the mouth, a bunch of crystals piercing his eyeballs, and blood-stained spikes protruding from the corners of his eyes. .
"Mr. Kuntu, can you hear me?"
There was no response, only meaningless moans left in his throat.
"The power of the ritual forcibly transformed him into an Beyonder. The crystal level soared in a short period of time, and the crystals in his brain underwent cluster transformation. In other words, he could only spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital."
Dylan said with a sigh. He put the holy object back into the obsidian box, took out a handkerchief and covered his neck, and slowly stood up:
"Check to see if there is anything worth noting, as well as the portrait, and take it with you to prevent anyone from coming here to cause trouble again."
The dark Kuntu family secret book was left aside. Ed picked up the secret book when he was near the water tower.
As the colorful pool water on the ground fades away, the colorful writing on the secret book is gradually fading, and it is about to turn into a wordless book. He had no choice but to race against time, flipping through each page quickly, and praying that Sylvie would copy the text for him again.
In the blink of an eye, the words disappeared.
"The words above disappeared." Ed stated innocently.
Dylan waved his hand impatiently:
"Leave it to my brother and the bullshit Divine Bureau to worry about it. Let's go and get them both out. I'll carry...forget it, you carry the one with the collar. I don't want her to suddenly wake up and hit me. A meal.”
The stone door of the crypt has long been opened, and the pure white sunshine outside is bright and bright.
The two walked on the green sunflower field, staggering and exhausted.
"Just be patient, we can hire a carriage and go back after passing the lumberyard." Dylan comforted.
"By the way, Father..."
Ed said to Dylan with an unprecedented honorific:
"Do evil spirits also have feelings?"
"I have no idea."
Dylan's blood-stained throat was full of bubbles, like a cold that hadn't been cured for a long time:
"But the evil spirit will more or less maintain some of his habits in life... Maybe she still remembers to love him."
As if an illusion, Mr. Kuntu on his back seemed to be calmer and no longer made annoying moans.
The only eye left looked at the rectangular portrait held in Quinn's arm, quietly in a daze...
