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Chapter 152: Assault_1 · Oct 30, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: Preparation for Action_1 2026-10-30
152 Chapter 152: Assault_1 2026-10-30
153 Chapter 153: Secret Room_1 2026-10-30
154 Chapter 154: Ceremony_1 2026-10-30
155 Chapter 155: The End_1 2026-10-30
156 Chapter 156: Seed Ceremony_1 2026-10-30
157 Chapter 157: Opponent_1 2026-10-30
158 Chapter 158: Departure_1 2026-10-30
159 Chapter 159: Totnes_1 2026-10-30
160 Chapter 160: Workshop_1 2026-10-30
161 Chapter 161: Channel_1 2026-10-30
162 Chapter 162: Rat Street_1 2026-10-30
163 Chapter 163: Romani_1 2026-10-30
164 Chapter 164: Prophecy of Annihilation_1 2026-10-30
165 Chapter 165: Heretic, Extraordinary Curse_1 2026-10-30
166 Chapter 166: Trick_1 2026-10-30
167 Chapter 167: Three Major Criteria_1 2026-10-30
168 Chapter 168: Spiritual Crystal_1 2026-10-30
169 Chapter 169: Dream Chaser_1 2026-10-30
170 Chapter 170: Curse_1 2026-10-30
171 Chapter 171: Furnace Tavern_1 2026-10-30
172 Chapter 172: Submission_1 2026-10-30
173 Chapter 173: Research_1 2026-10-30
174 Chapter 174: Spiritual Vision_1 2026-10-30
175 Chapter 175 - 174: Spiritual Vision_2 2026-10-30
176 Chapter 176 - 175: Refugee Camp_1 2026-10-30
177 Chapter 177 - 175: Refugee Camp_2 2026-10-30
178 Chapter 178 - 176: Master Craftsman_1 2026-10-30
179 Chapter 179 - 176: Master Craftsman_2 2026-10-30
180 Chapter 180 - 177: The Precious Sword_1 2026-10-30
181 Chapter 181 - 177: The Precious Sword_2 2026-10-30
182 Chapter 182 - 178: Ambushed_1 2026-10-30
183 Chapter 183 - 178: Ambushed_2 2026-10-30
184 Chapter 184 - 179: Clear Rewards and Punishments_1 2026-10-30
185 Chapter 185 - 179: Clear Rewards and Punishments_2 2026-10-30
186 Chapter 186 - 180: Hope and Redemption_1 2026-10-30
187 Chapter 187 - 180: Hope and Redemption_2 2026-10-30
188 Chapter 188 - 181: Talent_1 2026-10-30
189 Chapter 189 - 181: Talent_2 2026-10-30
190 Chapter 190 - 182: The Function of War Patterns_1 2026-10-30
191 Chapter 191 - 182: The Function of War Patterns_2 2026-10-30
192 Chapter 192 - 183: Paracelsus_1 2026-10-30
193 Chapter 193 - 183: Paracelsus_2 2026-10-30
194 Chapter 194 - 184: Neither Materialistic Nor Scientific_1 2026-10-30
195 Chapter 195 - 184: Neither Materialistic Nor Scientific_2 2026-10-30
196 Chapter 196 - 184: Neither Materialistic Nor Scientific_3 2026-10-30
197 Chapter 197 - 184: Neither Materialistic Nor Scientific_4 2026-10-30
198 Chapter 198 - 185: Tribal Secrets_1 2026-10-30
199 Chapter 199 - 185: Tribal Secrets_2 2026-10-30
200 Chapter 200 - 185: Tribal Secrets_3 2026-10-30

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Assault_1

Under the threat of violence, the coachman quickly divulged his destination: a high-end tavern or, more accurately, a clubhouse in the affluent district.

The coachman was not a Heretic but merely a driver, tasked by his boss with taking the girl to a banquet.

”How can you even say that with a straight face?” William angrily pulled him over and, pointing at the unconscious girl, demanded, ”Look at her—does she look like she’s going to a banquet?”

The coachman looked embarrassed but could only offer a helpless defense.

”It’s not something I can decide. She was sold into a brothel by her parents, not by me. I’m just responsible for taking her there.”

”How many people have you taken to that place?”

”Countless. The demand there is huge. As long as there’s a good newcomer, they’ll be sent over—about four or five times a month.”

Lance’s brow furrowed. Damn it, with such a high demand for Sacrifices, just how many followers have they recruited?

He couldn’t be bothered to think further. With no time to waste, he immediately got into the carriage.

”Continue with the delivery.”

”My Lord, this...”

Before the coachman could say anything more, Dismas pressed the tip of his sword into the man’s waist, forcing him back into his seat.

Having no choice, the coachman had to get the carriage moving again.

This time, however, the carriage didn’t just hold a child.

Lance observed the child by the light of the carriage lamps. He didn’t know what would make parents sell their child to a brothel. Although it irritated him, he couldn’t say anything.

Because that’s just how this world is.

「Later that night」

Most streets were shrouded in complete darkness. In an era without electric lights, going out at night meant relying on man-made light sources or moonlight.

Darkness breeds sin. Therefore, few people went out at night. Those who did often stayed in lively, populated areas with companions.

But the situation was different on the streets of the affluent district. Guards with lanterns patrolled day and night. One needed real strength to cause trouble here.

And yet, ruthless individuals still existed.

As they drew closer, Fergus suddenly became agitated. William comforted the dog, explaining, ”It smells a strong scent of blood.”

”That means we’re in the right place,” Lance said, looking up through the carriage window. He saw a very quiet building in the affluent district, with few people around.

Although it was a tavern, it was without the usual noise. If it weren’t for the torches outside and the two tall Guards, one might think it was closed.

Indeed, high-end establishments are different. But what exactly is hidden beneath this respectable facade?

”Once the fight starts, don’t hold back against anyone. They’re all Heretics, beyond redemption,” Lance said calmly, though his eyes glinted with a fierce light.

William, sensing something, simply petted Fergus.

”Stop!” A Guard halted the carriage. He was expecting the usual routine of welcoming guests or receiving goods. Instead, he got a surprise.

The moment the door opened, a Short Sword lashed out from within, cleanly slicing his throat.

He instinctively clutched his neck, but couldn’t stop the gushing blood or make a sound.

Using the Guard’s body as cover from the other Guard’s line of sight, Lance made his Short Sword disappear, instantly replacing it with a readied Crossbow.

As the first Guard crumpled into a lifeless heap, Lance emerged from stealth, simultaneously loosing a Crossbow Arrow.

The Crossbow Arrow struck the second Guard squarely in the forehead, killing him instantly.

Lance went over and performed the Sacrifice on the two men. Their relics were tossed into the Exhibition Room to be sorted out later.

Dismas, meanwhile, slit the coachman’s throat and jumped down from the carriage.

At the same time, Reynard and William also stepped out of the carriage.

The scent of blood excited Fergus, the hound’s blood coursing through his veins.

”Let’s go in.” Before leaving, Lance thoughtfully closed the carriage door, ensuring the child had a peaceful sleeping environment.

Their mission: eliminate all Heretics within the building, room by room.

The squad advanced, with Lance and Dismas in the lead. William, Number Three, followed, holding a baton in one hand and Fergus’s leash in the other, while Reynard brought up the rear.

They had just stepped inside when they encountered two comely Maids behind the door. Before they could react, Lance silenced one with a sword to the throat, and Dismas quickly dispatched the other.

Dismas, now unbound by his vows, felt a pang of pity, but his hatred for the Heretics was far stronger.

Lance withdrew his gaze. His actions could not be witnessed by anyone left alive. Innocent or not, at this moment, they were all considered Heretics.

With no outsiders present, he didn’t need to hesitate, performing the Sacrifice on the two Maids’ bodies with a casual motion.

To Dismas and Reynard, this was nothing strange, but William, who had never seen such a thing, was clearly astonished.

”The world is more complicated than you imagine,” Lance explained coolly, clearly not intending to elaborate.

”My Lord is chosen by the gods; there’s nothing surprising about it,” Dismas chimed in, a hint of pride in his voice.

”Save it for later,” Lance cut them off. ”The Heretics have been alerted. We don’t have much time; we must act quickly.” He refocused on the urgent need to eliminate the enemy.

Once inside with the main doors locked, they had the Heretics surrounded.

It was as quiet inside as it had been outside—unexpectedly so. The corridor was lined with lit Candles, and the interior was luxuriously decorated, every detail speaking of substantial wealth.

Damn it! Could the Old Ancestor have spent the family’s money here?

Despite his suspicions, Lance wasted no words and continued to advance, checking the rooms flanking the corridor. As they neared one, they heard bizarre noises from within.

”Hahaha! Am I strong or what!”

”Ah! My lord, you’re so powerful!”

”You just watch how I wear you out...”

They quickened their pace and crouched by a door, peering through a crack where candlelight seeped out, to observe the situation inside.

A greasy, bald, middle-aged man was flaunting his ”treasure,” cackling strangely.

This potion is incredible! It’s rejuvenated my weary body, filling me with boundless strength!

I’m definitely going to achieve Ascension tonight!

Just then, the room door was abruptly pushed open, and several figures burst in.

The sudden intrusion, coupled with the sight of gleaming Short Swords in their hands, was a rude awakening for the man. His body trembled violently, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

The vigor he had just mustered instantly deflated, and along with it... *that*.

The man watched this happen, tears of regret welling in his eyes.

Impossible! My little brother is invincible!

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