Chapter Eighty-three: The Sacred Rite Performed
One soul, two bodies.
Logically, Wilson shouldn’t have possessed such an ability, but by drinking the blood of someone holding the “Magician” identity, he gained the power to control a second body simultaneously.
Wilson controlled the charred corpse and charged at Li Wen. This woman had dared to attack it with magic, a crime deserving of a thousand cuts!
However, Xu En, who was closer to it, mistakenly thought Wilson was charging at him. He made a prayer gesture with his left hand and reached out with his right, gathering pale light in his hand, which surprisingly formed a greatsword forged from white light.
Xu En let out a low growl and swung the greatsword of white light at Wilson.
As the blade descended, it ignited with white flames. A hint of fear flashed in Wilson’s eyes, but it still manipulated the second body to meet the attack.
Meanwhile, its main body also acted. It bit its tongue, spat out blood, and cast the evil incantations of the Blood Lust Cult, transforming its own blood into blood spears and whips.
It reached out and grabbed the whip, then drove the blood spears towards Xu En.
The blood spear was extremely fast, flying out in an instant and hitting Xu En immediately, piercing his chest.
Wilson was overjoyed but then felt a sharp pain in its chest. It looked closely and realized the target of the blood spear was, in fact, its other body!
Xu En seized this opportunity, immediately raised the greatsword of white light, and lopped off the head of that body. Undeterred, it struck a few more times, chopping it into several pieces.
The agony of being dismembered was directly transmitted to Wilson’s main body. In pain, it scanned its surroundings with its peripheral vision, trying to figure out what had happened. It saw the damn magician smiling at it and instantly understood that this was the latter’s doing.
Wilson was furious. It swung the long whip and lashed out at the magician. The whip seemed to extend infinitely, and despite being half a hall away, it still struck Li Lin, splitting him in two.
The magician’s frail corpse fell to the ground, blood and guts spilling everywhere. Wilson was not pleased but rather enraged; to be so easily successful, this was likely an illusion.
It had a bad premonition and looked back, only to see more than a dozen Takebitori charging at it with greatswords. Wilson couldn’t afford to think about which one was real, and swung its whip, shattering each Takebitori.
In the eyes of others, Wilson was merely throwing a tantrum at thin air.
It could be said that anyone not foolish knew what to do at this moment.
Thus, over a dozen people either cast spells from a distance, drew their bows or nocked their crossbows, or threw whatever weapons or throwable items they had at hand.
In an instant, a dazzling array of spells locked onto Wilson, interspersed with arrows, flying daggers, chairs, and all sorts of strange objects.
The various spells converged on Wilson, creating intense collisions and dust.
Li Wen silently retreated a few steps. With all that smoke, Wilson was likely not dead.
That was indeed the case. Before the attacks landed, Wilson had contracted its already small body into a ball the size of a fingertip.
Its heart was filled with rage and indignation, not because of the great harm it had suffered, but because it felt extremely insulted.
“You lowly scum! How dare you treat me like this!”
Wilson let out a beast-like roar, discarded the whip, and formed hand seals with both hands.
“Betrayal… can only be written in blood.”
Then, a flash of blood-red light flickered, entering everyone’s eyes and instantly turning their pupils crimson.
Li Wen suddenly felt an urge to kill everyone in front of her. She subconsciously unleashed Spell-less Arc Light, preparing to slash at others with the Raven Feather Dagger when a hoarse, piercing raven’s cry startled her.
This is… confusion? And a very high level of confusion at that.
Li Wen glanced at the others and realized she wasn’t the only one affected.
Apart from the Takebitori with their crowd-control traits, the higher-level Xu En, and Moria, everyone else was influenced and had already begun fighting amongst themselves.
Even Harik and Nasha, hiding under the long table, had their eyes turned red and were fighting each other.
“Stop this at once!”
Xu En tried to cast a spell to make his teammates regain consciousness, but he didn’t notice that Wilson’s second body, which he had already chopped into pieces, was wriggling and reforming behind him. It then turned its hands into bladed limbs and slashed at him.
His keen intuition made him instantly perceive Wilson’s intention, and he forcibly halted his spellcasting. However, even so, Wilson managed to strike him.
Although it wasn’t a critical hit.
Xu En suffered a deep wound on his shoulder, causing him both anxiety and caution against being easily distracted. He could only pray that his teammates wouldn’t kill each other and would instead attack other rogue Transcendent beings if they had to fight.
On the other side, Moria raised his hands several times, trying to cast a spell to dispel the confusion. However, each time the light flared slightly, he uncontrollably began to cough up blood violently, as if he were about to die at any moment.
That shadow had inflicted a most brutal curse upon him, a curse that had almost penetrated to his very bones. As soon as Moria attempted to pray, he would suffer a terrible backlash from the curse, forcing him to cease his spellcasting.
Attempting to cast under such conditions could be life-threatening.
Moria took a deep breath to stabilize his condition, then clasped his hands together as if holding a candle, and began to pray.
Although his priest robe was stained with filthy blood, Moria’s gaze remained exceptionally bright.
Countless bizarre incantations instantly appeared. Moria’s body trembled slightly, but his praying gesture remained unwavering.
After an extremely long prayer, a candle of pure white jade, slowly burning, appeared in his hand.
The Sacred Rite Performed!
In an instant, the candle burst forth with the most brilliant and dazzling light, covering the entire hall.
Those affected by the light immediately awoke from their confusion. Not only that, but all their injuries were healed, and an endless stream of power surged from within them. At this moment, they felt more powerful than ever before.
Seeing that the Divine Prayer had been successful, Moria breathed a sigh of relief. It was a shame, however, that he was still a step too late; someone had already died in the infighting.
With a sense of wistful regret, Moria’s vision darkened, and he fell backward.
Li Wen glanced at her status bar. Even she, upon seeing the extensive new information within it, couldn’t help but remark that it was like cheating.
Was this the Eldest Son of the Holy See?
She then looked at the fallen Moria, who seemed on the verge of death.
This wasn’t surprising. Many abilities of the Path of Sacrifice could not be used on oneself. Unlike something like the Poem of Paradise, this wasn’t merely a description of a skill; it was the inherent mechanism of the path.
Otherwise, why would that path be called Sacrifice?
Li Wen sighed helplessly. Currently, outside of herself, there was probably no one else with healing abilities on the field. The leader of the Disciplinary Bureau investigators, as an adept of the Judgment path, might dabbled in the Path of Sacrifice Divine Prayer, but he was currently locked in combat with Wilson and likely couldn’t disengage.
Thus, she walked over to the dying Moria and performed both the Prayer and Divine Prayer on him alternately.
