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Soon, a barrier was formed around him, the center of the light, to isolate the gray mist.
After the barrier was generated, Arthur's limited superhuman vision was able to expand the range of his perception.
With the help of the interplay of the sun and moon's rays, the gaunt young man reappeared in his field of vision.
at this time.
The witch apostle Franky had already picked up the blood-stained robe that had transformed into a ferocious giant bird and put it back on.
He paid no attention to Arthur; his perpetually pale face remained etched with terror, and his sunken eyes were fixed intently ahead.
Arthur was unclear about what the arrival of the gray mist meant.
But the witch apostle Franky was different; he was no stranger to the gray mist.
the moment before.
While flying through the air, he also used "witchcraft" to release a similar gray mist to resist Arthur's powerful, blazing white arrows condensed with "the power of the sun".
In his field of vision, the gray haze no longer seemed to represent the extremely low visibility that most people would expect.
His gaze pierced through the gray mist and saw the source of his terror:
They were two young girls, almost the same age, bound together by thorny vines shaped from gray mist, and then clinging tightly to each other.
Then, the gray mist on all sides formed large petals, enveloping the two girls and forming a full gray flower bud.
See this scene.
The witch's apostle, Franky, let out a long sigh, then repeated to himself:
"Thank goodness, thank goodness, thank goodness!"
As he finished speaking, the pitch-black crystal ball in his hand suddenly melted and transformed in an instant into a staff as tall as him and with an ancient design.
Subsequently.
The witch apostle Franky, leaning on his staff, strode quickly toward the enormous gray flower bud in his field of vision, which seemed ready to bloom at any moment.
But he seemed to have forgotten that he wasn't the only one present.
At this time.
Arthur strikes again.
He raised his right hand, and as the sun mark on the back of his hand appeared, a blazing white arrow formed from powerful "solar energy" shot towards his opponent once again.
As this blazing white arrow was fired.
The witch apostle Franky immediately sensed the threat posed by it and raised an eyebrow.
He quickly stopped and turned around to deal with the situation.
He raised his jet-black staff, skipping the lengthy incantation, and directly manipulated the gray mist surrounding them, forming an incredibly solid black shield that floated beside him.
soon.
Arthur's blazing white arrow collided with the pitch-black barrier easily constructed by the witch apostle Franky.
finally.
The two extraordinary forces quickly annihilated each other, only stirring up a gust of wind that caused the gray mist around them to surge outward like waves.
After this collision.
Arthur's field of vision was now much clearer, with less of the extremely low visibility caused by the gray fog.
then.
He then saw the shadow of a huge flower bud standing on the lawn not far ahead.
Arthur frowned; he clearly remembered that was the origin of the gray mist.
“My esteemed young and promising knight, I, Franky, have never been interested in fighting and killing.”
At this moment, the voice of the witch apostle Franky interrupted his thoughts:
“If I were not required to obey Lord Deba’s orders, I would not have intended to get involved in the battle between you knights.”
Arthur withdrew his gaze and looked at the gaunt young man in the blood-stained robe:
"Oh! What are you trying to say?"
He didn't lower his raised right hand; a second, powerful, blazing white arrow quietly condensed on the back of his hand.
"I have no intention of being your enemy."
Seeing that Arthur was ready to attack him at any moment, the witch apostle Franky quickly continued speaking:
"My purpose in coming to Blackrock Territory is singular: to take away the 'vessel' for the future revival of the witch I serve."
Therefore, if we can put aside our previous conflicts, I would be happy to leave your territory immediately after finding the witch's "vessel."
"Hahaha!"
Upon hearing this, Arthur couldn't help but burst into a rare, unrestrained laugh.
"Why do you mock my sincerity, sir?"
Franky, the apostle of the witch, was puzzled by this, and a gloomy expression appeared on his pale face.
"Your name is Franky, right? You're so arrogant."
Arthur quickly stopped laughing and changed the subject:
"They slaughtered the people of two of my villages, severely wounded my soldiers with 'corpse explosion magic,' and colluded with the tyrannical demons."
"When I think about what you've done, and then hear what you just said, isn't it ridiculous?"
“Sir Knight, you possess three different extraordinary powers, so you should know this better than I do.”
After hearing this, the witch apostle Franky shook his head and calmly asked him in return:
"You are like a firefly compared to the bright moon, compared to those ordinary people."
So why would you care about the lives of those weak monkeys who only resemble us in appearance?
"In your eyes, are my people monkeys?"
Arthur responded calmly.
But in his clear, sapphire-like eyes, a raging lion had already been hidden.
“I hope you will not stop me, Your Excellency, this noble knight.”
But the witch's apostle, Franky, thought Arthur's behavior indicated he had taken his analogy to heart, so he continued to persuade him:
"Now, the 'container' I'm trying to capture seems to have encountered a slight problem, and the capture process from here on out cannot afford any mistakes."
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Arthur feigned to withdraw his attack stance, put down the Blazing White Arrow, and asked the other party a question.
Now he had guessed that the huge flower bud he had just seen was the target of this thin young man in blood-red robes.
The so-called "vessel" for the witch's revival.
So, is Miss Lani inside that huge flower bud right now?
Arthur chose to temporarily conceal his brilliance, intending to obtain information about the current situation from this self-proclaimed witch apostle.
"Just now, I sensed the appearance of a 'container,' which emitted a 'witchcraft factor' of what appears to be the intensity of a witch's resurrection."
Seeing that Arthur had completely abandoned his attack stance, the witch's apostle Franky was delighted and enthusiastically explained the situation to him:
"The vast gray mist surrounding us is a manifestation of the extraordinary power known as 'Witchcraft Factor.'"
"As apostles of witches, shouldn't your mission be to revive witches from their 'vessels'?"
After hearing this, Arthur asked the question again, still puzzled.
He noticed that when he asked the question...
A strange expression of fear and terror flickered across the pale face of the gaunt young man in the blood-red robe not far from him.
This made him realize instantly that there must be something wrong with this guy's rhetoric.
soon.
Franky, the witch's apostle, continued the previous topic, answering Arthur in a low voice:
"The revival of the witch requires the guidance of a proper ascension ritual."
If the recovery is premature and misguided, it could lead to unimaginable disaster for us all.
Having said all he could say, he offered no further explanation and set off again, heading straight for the large gray flower bud in his field of vision.
"A misguided premature recovery?"
Upon hearing this, Arthur became highly vigilant and dismounted from his horse.
"Ang~"
The black-haired horse, Night Shadow, sensed its master's intention to act alone and let out a displeased neigh, expressing its dissatisfaction at not being able to go along.
"Nightshade, stay here and be well."
Arthur gently stroked his sideburns, soothing them softly:
"If I encounter danger, I can protect myself, but I may not be able to take care of you in time."
Therefore, you shall remain where you are and act upon my whistle.
Mo Binma Yeying nuzzled against Arthur's chest affectionately, then obediently stopped making a fuss.
then.
Arthur quickly caught up with the witch apostle Franky.
Although he was protected by Lv.2 "Blessing of the Moon" and the temporary Lv.2 "Blessing of the Sun", he still cautiously maintained a certain distance from the other party.
When the witch's apostle Franky saw Arthur following him, he glanced at him with a puzzled look:
"Sir Knight, since you promised me you wouldn't interfere in the capture of the 'Vessel,' why have you come along?"
"You have quite the imagination. When did I ever promise you I wouldn't interfere in this matter?"
Arthur snorted coldly and retorted:
"This is not only my territory, but also my lord's manor."
You are acting on my territory without my full permission.
"What's wrong with me coming along to observe?"
"..."
Franky, the witch's apostle, was speechless, his pale face growing even more somber.
"Cough cough!"
Perhaps due to anger and frustration, his already sickly body began to tremble violently, and he started coughing.
He raised a hand and wiped away the blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth from coughing.
immediately.
He stopped looking at Arthur and continued walking towards the large gray flower bud.
Arthur, however, kept a distance from him, keeping up with his pace.
soon.
The two of them came to the vicinity of the large gray flower bud.
Arthur activated his supernatural vision, attempting to see through the surface of the flower bud, solidified by a gray mist, to see what was inside.
However, he discovered that even releasing a little bit of "moonlight power" and "sunlight power" could not dispel the gray mist on the surface of the huge flower bud.
Its solidity exceeded his expectations.
This caused Arthur to feel a strange sense of unease.
He thought to himself:
"Miss Lani, are you inside? How can I save you?"
He then looked at the witch apostle, Franky.