A rare magical miracle in the world

Chapter 434 - 200: Sacred Blood Church (Please Vote for Recommendation)

As dusk fell, the chimes of the clock had yet to be heard.

Calculating the time, Bailuo had only left for about ten minutes or so. When he opened his eyes, he was still in the same alley he had depended on before.

"Drip, drip."

Droplets of water fell from the eaves, signifying the onset of a hazy drizzle, the coolness of late spring still lingering. Residents of the alley shut their doors, lighting orange-yellow oil lamps.

Hiruen was much more advanced than Yatun Village had been. At least here, they had oil lamps, whereas the people of Yatun relied on candles and torches.

"Creak~~"

"Swish!"

Doors and windows were firmly shut. Nights in the Ancient City weren’t safe, with vagabonds, the poor, beggars, gamblers who had lost everything, and traffickers who were more terrifying than all the rest of them combined; every night, all manner of human tragedies unfolded.

Upper City District, Inner City District, Lower City District.

The affluent lived in the first, the Ancient City people could stay in the Inner City, and outsiders were left with the dirtiest, most disgusting places.

Thirty or forty years...

No, perhaps even longer than forty years.

Long enough to span back 200 years, to the appearance of that man.

"Foolishness, a tiny city, yet there’s so much Miracle Power intertwined."

Bailuo was in the Inner City District, which was much nicer than the Lower City District, but still fraught with many dangers late at night.

Of course, Bailuo wasn’t concerned with these.

The physique of this Blood Moon Hunter was too weak, but it still had a Transcendent level.

The danger Bailuo spoke of obviously didn’t come from ordinary people who didn’t even know about Miracle Power.

"Unexpected situations..."

Multiple powers were entrenched in the Ancient City. Not to mention others, behind the Venomous Snake Gang lurked the Dark Elves of the Mountains, orchestrating in the shadows.

As for the rest, Bailuo preferred to remain silent.

"Outsider."

"Hmm?"

Bailuo turned his head and noticed an old woman peering at him through a crack in her window, which was lined with double-layered iron bars, secured tightly.

"Don’t stand in front of my window. Go away!"

The old woman’s face was old and twisted, covered in wrinkles, with a pocked, large nose. Glaring with bloodshot eyes, she yelled in a hoarse and sharp voice, "Damn outsiders, it’s all because of you that my poor Vivita..."

"Bang!"

The door and windows slammed shut, and the rest of what the old woman said was unheeded by the common folk, but Bailuo understood clearly.

The Vivita she spoke of was the girl with beautiful hair who had disappeared a month ago, her only granddaughter, the most precious treasure in her life.

However, fate had firmly closed the last window of her life.

After a month of desperate searching, the old woman went completely insane, having found nothing.

"Fool’s Curse."

Bailuo lifted his hand, sensing a strong presence of foolishness on the iron window.

This wasn’t Lyon’s or Morgan’s power, but another kind altogether, colder and more sinister.

And this old woman, her life was dissipating fast, her end was near.

"Did the Lord of the Birch Trees do this?"

Bailuo had not planned on clashing with this person, but the Ancient City was crucial for him to obtain.

Anyone daring to obstruct him would be his enemy, and if the Lord of the Birch Trees interfered, Bailuo would settle the score with him sooner or later.

"Whoosh!"

Behind Bailuo, space slowly opened up, revealing a delicate hand. Gracefully, she parted the space much like ripples in water.

"I am late."

The vista of Sea Shell Island appeared behind the opening in space, and the Ghost Princess stepped out from it.

"I apologize for making you wait, my lord."

The Rakshasa, Yaksha, Asura, and the Lu Wei family, under the Ghost Princess’s lead, appeared before Bailuo.

"The one in charge here, is it that person?"

Long Guixiang followed at the rear, scrutinizing Bailuo’s hunter appearance and recognizing Lyon’s power, "The Power of Folly, it is indeed well-suited for cleansing this city."

"Only blood, blood alone can clean it."

Yellow Spring, often beyond the city, knew the filth of the Ancient City all too well, "Just that..."

"This place is a bit too dirty."

Yellow Spring surveyed their surroundings, "My lord, please follow us to find a cleaner spot that can serve as your viewing seat."

"Yaksha."

"Understood!"

At her sister’s command, Yaksha suddenly vanished.

The next moment, she reappeared atop a tower, grasping the Thunder Needle and perching obliquely on the peak.

At the same time, the girl’s vision took in the entire Ancient City, swiftly identifying the best vantage point for observation.

"Found it."

Almost instantly, Yaksha returned to Bailuo’s side, saying respectfully, "My lord, I’ve found a suitable building. What do you think?"

"This is, a church?"

Through the imagery shared by Yaksha, Bailuo saw a palace-like massive edifice soaring high.

It bore a sign, a pair of golden-red wings.

"The old man recognizes this mark," Long Guixiang said. "It is the Sacred Blood Emblem of the Cain Empress from the Kingdom of Starry Night."

"Another Master of Miracles."

Bailuo rubbed his brow. "Is the Ancient City coveted by so many?"

"After all, it is the best transit point when heading south to the sea," Long Guixiang said. "It is not surprising that it attracts attention from various parties. Count Thorn has had control of this city for decades and has not dared to develop it vastly, largely for this reason."

Officially, the Ancient City belongs to Count Thorn, but in reality, Lord of the Birch Trees frequently kidnaps people from here.

Now the Cain Empress had arrived.

"She has established a church here, what for?"

"The Cain Empress is an old Master of Miracles, one of the oldest and most powerful beings of Star Night," Long Guixiang said. "Monasteries, churches, holy temples—her Blood Church has influence all over the world."

"However, I guess the Cain Empress would not take this church in the Ancient City to heart."

Long Guixiang said this, but the Lu Wei Family actually did not take the Blood Church seriously.

If the Cain Empress herself had come, given her status as a Four-Awakened Master of Miracles, the Lu Wei Family indeed would have been wary.

But just a branch under the command of a Master of Miracles, or rather, a minor chapel that could not even be considered a branch.

Tearing it down, what then?

"Still, we must be prepared for anything," Yellow Spring turned to Asura. "We need to make sure whether there are Miracle Citizens there or not."

Killing Miracle Citizens under the command of a Master of Miracles at will is absolutely taboo.

Offending the Cain Empress for no reason is not wise.

It would be best to capture them and, once the battle for the Ancient City is over, send them back as a gesture of respect to the Cain Empress.

"Leave it to me."

Asura asked Bailuo for instructions. "Your Majesty, please allow me to scout ahead and clear away the obstacles in your path."

"Go ahead."

"Yes!"

With instructions from Bailuo, Asura immediately headed to the great cathedral.

"Your Majesty, please enter."

Ghost Princess cut through the space, directly connecting the alley with the church garden.

With one step, Bailuo emerged as the space behind him slowly restored itself, and the group had imperceptibly arrived at their destination.

"Such a magnificent structure."

Yaksha, lacking experience and still a child at heart despite being a Miracle, was immediately awestruck by the sight of such a splendid building. "Is the Cain Empress super rich? Just to build a church like this on a whim?"

"I don’t sense any peculiar fluctuations of Miracle material."

Rakshasa held his sword and listened closely, sensing the church. "Hmm? Oh, found something, up there, two inside there, and below, the staircase, spiraling down, to the cells..."

The cathedral was built on the middle of a hillside, located in the city center, with hundreds of steps leading directly to the Inner City District.

High above, it overlooked the entire Ancient City.

"Kala-Lala."

At that moment, a group of men dressed as priests were closing the door.

The iron gate was massive, requiring the strength of eight men to push, open, and close.

"Who are you?"

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"The visiting hours have ended," said a priest clad in a white hooded robe. "If you wish to bask in the Holy Lord’s glory, please come back tomorrow."

They mistook Bailuo and his companions for ignorant commoners who had come to worship the so-called Holy Lord.

"There is no Miracle Power."

Rakshasa, with the most sensitive perception among the five siblings, instantly determined the identities of these priests. "They’re just ordinary people."

"Snap."

Ghost Princess snapped her fingers.

The world lost its color, and flowers, grass, and shadows became immobile pictures under the force of Ghost Princess’s Ability.

"Patter, patter..."

The world regained its color, but all people within the church, who lacked Miracle Power, were knocked out by a single snap from Ghost Princess.

She did not kill these ordinary people, even if among them some had committed grievous sins.

"Yaksha, go take a look in the dungeon."

"Rakshasa, clean up inside."

"Asura..."

"Stop bossing me around, it’s so annoying!"

Asura didn’t like being ordered around by Yellow Spring; he looked at Bailuo. "Master, your orders."

"I can’t sense it."

Blood Moon Hunter, only able to exert Supernatural Power, had dedicated just a sliver of his Energy here. Close by was fine, but further away, and Bailuo couldn’t sense anything.

"Then I shall summon them for you."

As soon as Asura spoke, he walked forward, and as he turned his head, his previously gentle Smiling Face immediately became cold and haughty.

"Your Majesty, please take a seat."

Yellow Spring conjured a splendid throne, attending to Bailuo as he sat down, then she stood at attention beside her grandfather and older sister.

"What are you waiting for? Come and loosen up this grandmaster’s muscles!"

Ahead, Asura, arms folded, strode into the courtyard, "Wretches!"