Netheril’s Glory

The missionary leader got more and more excited as he spoke, and his whole body started to tremble. Finally, after a long and passionate speech, he carefully raised the bottle in his hand, and his face returned to the previous dullness and silence:

"Poor sinners, the merciful goddess Ti Xiaer has given you the last chance to drink the holy water. It will not only relieve you from the curse of sinners but also give you the only true salvation..."

After speaking, the missionary leader, with the small bottle in his hand, and his followers started to approach Bilan and Dickie step by step. From their expressions and movements, it seemed like if Bilan and Dickie disagreed, they would forcibly pour the green liquid into their mouth.

"Are you crazy? There is a seriously injured child lying here. Now we must..."

"... Don\'t, Dickie, it\'s no use..."

Seeing that Dickie refused to take a step back in the face of these missionaries\' madness, Bilan hurriedly grabbed him. She was now sure that there was something wrong with this Ti Xiaer Church. And she also figured out that these believers who had been thoroughly brainwashed couldn\'t be reasoned with.

"And…………"

Bilan looked at the bottle of green liquid that was tightly held in the hand of the missionary leader. She had a very ominous premonition rising from deep in her heart, which was constantly telling her not to drink that liquid no matter what:

"Absolutely can\'t drink that bottle of holy water; otherwise..."

"Dickie, hurry up and pick up that child, and I will prepare a spell."

Bilan planned to leave here quickly with the help of magic. At this time, she also deeply regretted not taking a good look at the dozen parchments that Punk had given her. So now, she could only anxiously rummage through her memory to find a spell that she had learned and at the same time which would be helpful in this situation.

"...Yes, we have to get out of here."

With Bilan\'s reminder, Dickie quickly realized that it was useless to say anything to these crazy missionaries and that there was obviously a problem with the liquid in their hand.

Dickie picked up the unconscious little boy while Bilan concentrated on casting the spell.

"Quick, don\'t let these heretics escape"!

The missionary leader gave a loud order and then begun to run at full speed toward Bilan, who was now busy casting the spell.

"Be careful, Bilan!"

Seeing the enemy was quickly approaching Bilan, Dickie shouted in panic.

Noticing that the missionary leader was rushing toward her, Bilan felt desperate in her heart. It was only now that she remembered that the enemy would never give her time to prepare a spell in an actual battle. She actually ignored such an important point because of her anxiousness to leave.

But now that her spell was half done, there would be no chance of escape if she gave up.

Looking at the missionary leader just a few steps away from her and seeing the other party\'s emotionless gaze, Bilan closed her eyes in fear...

"Thud!!"

The sound of the fist hitting the flesh sounded loudly in the alley............

"What\'s going on... how!"

Bilan heard the loud sound, but the expected pain didn\'t come, so she opened her eyes in confusion, and then... her eyes widened in surprise. In front of her was a figure in a white robe carrying a little boy on his back...

"Cough…………"

Dickie coughed up a mouthful of blood. At the critical moment, he successfully blocked the missionary leader\'s attack. Dickie, as an ordinary person receiving such a heavy punch, felt as if all of his internal organs had shattered, then there was a burst of fishy sweetness in his mouth, and he vomited out a lot of blood.

But he still endured the severe pain, and while using one hand to support the little boy behind him, he used the other hand to hold the missionary leader\'s arm tightly.

"Miss Bilan, you must finish the spell quickly…"

Before Dickie finished speaking, he saw a skinny fist holding a little bottle that had already appeared in front of his eyes...

"Sinner, how dare you block the great Ti Xiaer Church!"

The missionary leader roared with a hideous expression, and a heavy fist holding the small bottle slammed onto Dickie\'s head...

"Bang!!"

"Ah…………"

Dickie, who was hit hard on the face, leaned his whole head back involuntarily, and the intense pain made him yelled out. But despite this, his body was like being fixed on the ground and didn\'t move at all!

"Dickie..."

Bilan saw that Dickie was hit by two heavy punches and cried out anxiously. However, although she was anxious, she knew that now she must cherish the opportunity created by Dickie and finish the spell as soon as possible.

Under Bilan\'s desperate perfusion, one obscure magic node after another was attached by mana, and a mysterious spell model was finally established in her mind palace.

Finally, she successfully released the apprentice-level elemental spell-Earth tremor, which manipulates the earth elements on the ground and creates short tremors that could make an enemy lose balance, and the duration of this mini-earth quake was about fifteen seconds.

As a yellow rune sank into the earth, the ground in the alley began to tremble like an earthquake. And the missionary leader, who had already thrown another punch, staggered, and his dry fist narrowly missed Dickie\'s nose.

"Let\'s Go!"

Taking advantage of the shock of the unprepared missionaries, Bilan hurriedly grabbed Dickie\'s hand and ran towards the alley exit.

"What are you two doing standing in a daze? Go and catch those two heretics."

The leader of the missionary who was struggling to stabilize his body snarled at his subordinates ferociously.

Soon, the effect of "Earth tremor" ended, and following their leader\'s order, the two missionaries began to chase after Dickie and Bilan, who had already left the alley. They had an extremely savage expression on their faces now, as if they wanted to eat the two heretics alive.

Dickie and Bilan, who ran out of the alley desperately, intended to ask the townspeople on the road for help, but what greeted them was a quiet street and a few missionaries wandering like ghosts in the distance.

At this time, two of them remembered that due to the increasingly unscrupulous methods of the Ti Xiaer Church, the townspeople now dare not come out easily.

"Quickly, catch them!"

A missionary yelled while pointing at Dickie and Bilan, who stopped at the corner of the street to catch their breaths.

"Not good."

When the two heard the missionary\'s cry, their hearts screamed. The missionaries whom they had just escaped from, was coming toward them with red eyes, and after hearing these two\'s cry, even the other missionaries wandering on the street started to rush toward Dickie and Bilan.

Bilan had no choice but to ignore her fatigue and continue to escape with Dickie.

"Where... where should we go?"

Dickie asked Bilan while gasping. He was now a little confused. After all, although these missionaries were blatantly harassing people in the street, that still didn\'t explain why no one came out to take a look even after such huge movements. And why the noisy and lively town in the morning now looked like a ghost town!

"...In the White Tower!"

Bilan\'s face was pale, and she was almost trembling while uttering this sentence. Since she saw that no townspeople came out to help or inquire after running for so long, she knew that something extraordinary must have happened in this small town of Niailan.

So at this moment, facing the persistent pursuit of the large group of missionaries behind her, the shelter that Bilan could think of was also one of her least favourite place- The White Tower!