N-A-A Chapter 327 Father, Times Have Changed
Chapter 327 Father, Times Have Changed
Chapter 327 Father, Times Have Changed
"Hey, you're not really going to your death, are you?"
While Father Utravsky was preparing things at the back, Emlyn White leaned close to Lorne and whispered, his tone carrying a barely perceptible warning—and a hint of schadenfreude.
"You might have gotten lucky and beaten a few low-level gangsters, but you'd never be a match for that muscle-bound guy!"
Ignoring the incessantly chattering vampire priest beside him, Lorne began to seriously analyze the possibilities of this commission.
Bishop Utravsky, Warrior Path Sequence 6 "Dawn Knight".
He had heard that the "Warrior" path was also known as the "Giant" path, and now it seemed that Bishop Utravsky's exaggerated height perfectly confirmed this claim.
Due to his past killings, the opponent has gradually developed a certain inner demon, somewhat similar to a form of schizophrenia. Influenced by extraordinary factors, there are also signs of him spiraling out of control. Bishop Utravsky possesses a magical candle that can manifest the deepest part of his heart—that violent inner demon. In this way, he can be defeated through battle.
This method of treating mental illness was unheard of, which piqued Lorne's interest.
But the consequences of failure are equally cruel. If he fails to defeat his inner demon, or if the battle drags on for too long, his spirit may be consumed by it, leaving him forever lost in that world, becoming a mindless zombie, commonly known as a vegetative state.
"Dawn Knight" — possesses the strength of a giant, can fill an area of forty to fifty meters around with the light of dawn, can condense "Dawn Armor" on his body, and can also condense a "Dawn Sword" with a purifying effect.
In addition, it can create a wide-ranging and destructive "storm of light" that can directly destroy human bodies, eliminate vengeful spirits, and severely damage evil spirits.
This is practically a hexagonal Berserker X.
A Sequence 6 skill has far more than my Sequence 5 skill, and each one is so practical—Lorne felt a pang of envy.
He had initially thought that as a Sequence 5, he shouldn't be unable to defeat a Sequence 6, even if the opponent was a "warrior" skilled in direct combat. However, after listening to the bishop's detailed explanation of his abilities, Lorne felt a chill run down his spine.
It can attack and defend, has single-target burst damage, area-of-effect spells, and ranged skills. Moreover, judging from the opponent's physique, it is highly likely that it cannot win in terms of pure strength.
"Judging from your tone, you've fought with the priest?" Lorne suddenly glanced at Emlyn beside him, who looked away somewhat guiltily.
"I bet you've never fought before?" he added, delivering another blow.
"I—we vampires rely on wisdom, not brute force!" Emlyn said this without much confidence, his voice weakening considerably.
Not only did he fail to defeat it, but when he was "invited" by the bishop to reside permanently in the church, his parents rushed to his rescue. Even when all three vampires attacked together, they couldn't defeat the giant and were almost imprisoned here by the whole family to "listen to the teachings of the Mother Goddess."
After pondering for a moment, Lorne ignored the outwardly strong but inwardly weak vampire. He walked up to Bishop Utravsky, who was not far away, greeted him, and indicated that he needed to leave for a while to prepare and assess the situation.
"No problem," the bishop readily agreed.
"I guess he's trying to run away." Emlyn pursed his lips as he watched Lorne's departing figure.
"The pendulum rotates clockwise, but not by much."
Finding a quiet alley nearby, Lorne took out his pendulum and performed a divination.
This means that the commission can be accepted, but the process will be somewhat risky and not a sure thing.
"I need to come up with a plan, otherwise even if I win, it will take a lot of my luck."
Lorne hadn't encountered anything particularly lucky during this time, so he had accumulated quite a bit of "good luck." If he wasn't well-prepared, he estimated that this battle would consume at least half of his "luck points."
"It's a pity, it looks like it can only be one-on-one, otherwise I could ask Teacher Sharon or Marich for help — however, the opponent's ability seems to have a special effect on zombies and vengeful spirits —" Lorne remembered that deadly purification ability and immediately dismissed the idea.
"He really didn't dare to come."
More than an hour later, Emlyn in the church saw that Lorne had not returned, and became even more certain of his guess.
This so-called "Eastern District Hero" is probably just hyped up by the media; in reality, his abilities are mediocre. He probably didn't refuse the commission outright earlier to save face, but now that he's figured it out, he's naturally running away.
However, the truth came back to haunt them very quickly.
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"Father, I'm ready."
Lorne reappeared in the church, carrying a bulging backpack.
"What are you carrying on your back?" Bishop Utravsky asked curiously.
"The items I've prepared for this battle," Lorne said cryptically, "as for what they are, please allow me to keep it a secret. Because if you don't know, then the other you probably won't know either."
"Playing tricks—" Emlyn muttered, but still subconsciously took a few steps back and hid in the side room, only peeking out half his head to observe secretly.
Following the priest's guidance, Lorne used his own spirituality to light the strange candle.
The moment the candlelight flickered on, he felt a sense of disorientation, as if his soul had been ripped from his body and placed in another world.
Immediately afterward, the surrounding light and shadow shifted rapidly. He suddenly felt as if he were experiencing a real, incredibly intense battle, swords clashing, blood and flesh flying everywhere—*thud!* In the end, Bishop Utravsky fell heavily into a pool of blood, lifeless.
Lorne glanced at the "corpse" and shook his head slightly.
"It's fake. But you have a real talent for acting."
A moment later, the giant corpse slowly rose to its feet, looked down at Lorne, and said with a twisted face, "It had no effect—"
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You're quite smart.
No, it's mainly because the way you died was completely out of my style—there wasn't a single bullet hole in your body—Lorne thought to himself with a smirk.
He looked at Utravsky, the embodiment of his inner demon, and smiled.
"Can we talk this over? Can you just disappear? It would be better for both of us."
"Are you kidding me?" Utravsky, the inner demon, retorted.
"No, I'm very serious." Lorne said, quickly putting down his backpack and opening it deftly. "But since you're unwilling—"
"Then I'll just have to disappear!!!"
Before he could finish speaking, a strong sense of danger made Utravsky instantly conjure a set of silver-white "Dawn Armor," and a greatsword shining with the light of dawn appeared in his hand. He roared and charged straight at Lorne.
As Lorne quickly retreated, he took out a strangely shaped black gun with an extremely long barrel from his backpack.
"Times have changed, Father."
The next moment, he pulled the trigger!
"Da da da da da!!!"
The gun muzzle spewed fire wildly, and countless scorching bullets poured out like a storm!
Utravsky's silver-white armor was instantly riddled with countless spiderweb-like cracks, and the powerful impact halted his forward momentum.
"Damn it!" he roared, swinging his greatsword and deflecting several bullets with a clang, but many more still struck his body hard.
He had to close the distance! He immediately realized this, and despite the cracks bursting open on his body and the excruciating pain, he leaped forward into the hail of bullets, raised his greatsword high, and slashed down at Lorne.
呲!
A sense of impending doom allowed Lorne to anticipate the opponent's attack trajectory. He quickly pulled another gun from his backpack and then abruptly bent over and retreated.
"boom!"
Utravsky's two-handed greatsword slammed heavily into the ground, instantly shattering the hard stone slab, and spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly in all directions.
What terrifying power!
We can't give him another chance! Lorne's heart tightened, and he grabbed a submachine gun in each hand, unleashing a hail of bullets at the giant who had just landed.
Utravsky seemed to be trying to summon a "storm of light" for a ranged counterattack, but every time he raised his hand, he was interrupted by a dense barrage of projectiles.
The enemy's firepower suddenly doubled, leaving him momentarily overwhelmed and forced into a defensive posture. However, his years of combat experience kept him calm. He withstood the attacks, patiently waiting for an opportunity. He refused to believe the enemy could fire like this forever!
"Click."
Finally, one of the gun barrels emitted a crisp, hollow sound.
"Damn it, we're out of bullets!" Lorne shouted instinctively.
It's now!
Taking advantage of the lull in the firepower, the giant bishop suddenly conjured a blinding "storm of light" and hurled it at Lorne as a feint.
Taking advantage of Lorne's moment of evasion, his massive body burst forth with astonishing speed, instantly drawing his sword and slicing through Lorne's empty submachine gun with a single strike. The other gun also flew out of Lorne's hand due to the immense force.
He no longer has that annoying weapon!
Without giving Lorne any chance to catch his breath, the "Giant" bishop's attack came one after another.
One sword, two swords, three swords—he was like a tireless killing machine, his storm-like attacks continuing for dozens of seconds without abating.
Vertical slash, diagonal cut, horizontal sweep, straight thrust! The simplest sword techniques, yet in his hands, unleash the most destructive power.
Lorne kept jumping and rolling, looking quite disheveled. In no time, he was cornered against the wall with nowhere to retreat.
Seeing this, Utravsky took a step forward, leaped with all his might, gripped his sword with both hands, and aimed at Lorne in the corner, ready to cut him in half at the waist!
"Mental Storm!"
At such close range, Lorne's "Mental Storm" struck instantly! This caused Utravsky's movements to falter for a moment. But he didn't change his stance, still intending to use the momentum to completely eliminate the target in the corner!
"If you don't use your brain, you won't be able to dodge." Despite being cornered by the giant blade coming straight at him, Lorne smiled.
"I never said I only had two guns."
He swiftly pulled a Ripper from his pocket. At such close range, and with the added boost from his "machine" abilities, he aimed at Utravsky's face in an instant. The silver-white helmet there, still recovering from the previous barrage of bullets, was now covered in cracks.
"goodbye."
"Bang!"
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