91. Chapter 91 – Holy Sword Manifestation!
Chapter 91 – Holy Sword Manifestation!
The presenter of this recognition ceremony was no other than Inspector Gordon, who was now transferred to the Inspectorate.
He reattached his own helmet and carried the Sword of Honor behind his back. The silver-white armor made him look holy and solemn.
“–May the silver-crowned dragon protect Her Majesty, the Honorable Queen, and Her Majesty live long and prosper.”
Old Knight Gordon stood in the middle of the stage and praised in a loud voice.
His voice was so loud and clear that it didn’t need amplification equipment to resonate throughout the club, and was even able to reach outside: “In the name of Queen Sophia du Lac, I hereby follow the ancient tradition of granting the warrior Ivars Moriarty the Seal of the Sacred Sword.”
He wore the silver-white Sacred Sword insignia himself above Aiwas’ right breast. A military salute was given to him.
He then sheathed his sword blade, which shone with silver light, and gently rested it on Aiwas’s shoulder.
“I swear to live up to the glory, and I shall fight for Her Majesty.”
Aiwas raised his voice, “God bless the Queen – win often and bask in the glory.”
His voice became clear and strong, a marked difference from his usual gentle and easy-going demeanor, appearing mature and reliable.
As he held this movement, applause erupted from the stage. Reporters began to start taking quick pictures from all angles.
Gorgeous flashbulbs shone above the stage, at one point turning the two men completely white.
In addition to the two on the stage, the applauding crowd below the stage also needed to be photographed.
Therefore, as the reporters quickly took pictures from all angles, the people on the stage also smiled and started to applaud with a long-lasting applause. The applause inside the club venue was thunderous and long-lasting.
Unlike other medals.
Because the recipients of the Order of the Sacred Sword were usually warriors who had performed heroic feats on the battlefield, the honorees could only be military personnel.
According to the original etiquette, the recipient should kneel down and perform the knight’s salute at the time of conferral, and the immediate superior of his or her unit will do the conferring.
But Aiwas was in a wheelchair, and he just looked like a frail man with weak legs; and he was also not a soldier and had no superior.
Therefore, after the Inspectorate had specifically asked the Minister of Ceremonies, the Minister politely indicated that Gordon could be honored on his behalf – this was at the same time an effective way to eliminate the negative reputation of the Inspectorate.
–The scene was filmed, and after people saw the newspaper, they would think that the IG had a good attitude in this matter.
Although he didn’t know if the story that “Director Gordon didn’t catch the assassin in the end” was true, he knew that it was probably not true after seeing this scene. Otherwise, why would Gordon be honored for his achievements?
Since Gordon had been promoted and honored, he must have caught the assassin! It’s just that it wasn’t publicized because it was related to secret information!
“…… Huh?!”
But just then, a photographer suddenly exclaimed.
Although the ceremony had already been completed successfully, the rest was nothing more than wrapping up. But his behavior of disturbing the ceremony still caused quite a few people to twist their heads in dissatisfaction and look at him.
But soon, they understood why that photographer exclaimed in alarm.
Only to see that the direction he was photographing – at the very back of the left seat, behind a certain man with hollow eyes who kept applauding hard, a tall and thin white ghostly figure emerged.
It was like a butterfly struggling out of a chrysalis. It shook its limbs and raised its four arms, which were completely misplaced and of different sizes.
Its upper body looked like a hunched, very thin man. Its ribs were completely puffed outward, sharp and hideous looking.
Its stomach and back were taut white skin, and a giant bald head more than twice the size of a normal man was strewn with features belonging to more than one person. Not pointing to one side like a human’s face, but spread evenly across all four sides of the head.
The two legs it had yet to fully burrow out of the man’s back were withered and tall, and were counter-jointed. Closer to a goat than a human.
Is that …… some kind of demon?
Just seeing its posture, Mr. Reporter felt his breath stop suddenly.
A cold and damp feeling of fear struck his heart, and he could not stop his teeth from chattering. The reporter couldn’t move a step, couldn’t even speak, as if he was electrocuted, his twitching fingers kept pressing the shutter.
The demon was even larger than the man who served as its vessel! No one knew exactly how it had gotten inside.
“–[Static]!”
“–[Arrest]!”
“–[Expulsion]!”
Just the next moment, the Lawgivers found it.
But their Lawgiver orders, without exception, all fell short. The only one was the man who served as a vessel that deflated as a whole and fell to the ground losing his breath.
And that white demon’s figure was extremely fast, like lightning-
It wasn’t walking on the ground with two legs, but six arms crawling on the ground at a rapid pace. It even crawled out of the residual shadows, as unnatural as a video that had been sped up, as if it had been jerked out of the frame in the middle of its movements.
“–It’s a deformed limb demon! Keep your distance!”
Gordon noticed it the first time, and with a roar he raised the blade of the sword he had honored Ivars with.
As he had risen in status nowadays, the silver flames bursting from his blade were more prevalent than in previous days.
It was as if he held not a sword but a torch in his hand. The entire stage was illuminated by his light, while the demon snorted out burning smoke. Gordon’s figure flew, and with a single stroke of his sword, he poked at the demon’s chest.
But the deformed limb demon’s figure was unusually agile.
It dodged the fatal stab with a staggering shadow. Its six arms suddenly lengthened, and two of them lifted upwards to grab the chandelier. Wobbling like a gorilla, its goat-like hooves suddenly lengthened and turned into sharp spears, piercing through the two monitors who rushed over at the first time.
Being swayed twice by it, the chandelier fell straight down and was thrown straight at Ivars. Gordon pushed Ivars out of the way with one hand – Ivars’ wheelchair slid out as if it were drifting, while Gordon drowned in the smoke.
He certainly wasn’t going to be hurt by this.
Amidst the smoke, the deformed-limbed demon, who didn’t need to use his eyesight, made a killing.
It continuously extended extremely long arms or goat feet from it, stabbing those who rushed up through their chests, or breaking their necks, or piercing their eyes.
And Gordon’s battle cry resounded through the smoke every now and then, fighting back and forth with a few of those arms of the monstrous limb demon. The beams of sharp, piercing silver light were like arcing moons, cutting the stage to pieces. But the limbs of the Freakshow Demon were so sturdy that Gordon’s attack only scratched the skin, and almost instantly the Freakshow Demon finished healing itself.
The inspectors were the first to shield Isabel, trying to get her to leave first.
While the crowd on the second floor was fleeing in panic and crowding, there was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man who blended in calmly, chanting something continuously in a low voice.
Amidst the people’s screams, the walls of the first floor suddenly turned into scarlet flesh and blood.
A tentacle of flesh and blood the color of internal organs lashed out, briefly holding the Monitor that was originally standing at the edge of the wall.
On the other side, a glass jar filled with eyeballs was suddenly thrown down from the second floor.
Edward raised his head at the first opportunity to repeatedly scan the second floor, and thus noticed it at first. The jar had only just flown up when he immediately extended his right hand towards it and raised his voice, “[Return to the original owner]!”
The glass jar instantly stopped falling, and instead began to flow backwards, landing towards the stunned brown-haired girl.
With a stunned face, she looked fearfully at the jar flying towards her and reached out her hand to try to catch it.
What was inside was the “Eye of Fear”, which was enough to send the entire first floor into a state of panic! If she didn’t catch it,………
At that moment, a ball of fire blasted over and shattered the jar.
It was the flame that Ms. Maia had summoned – a golden-red flame that burned up the black-smoking eyeball.
Her right hand slowly coalesced into another, larger fireball, and she looked at the man with a face full of mischief.
“I worship Amber, God of the sacred number of nine, God of the Denizens, God of Perfection and Eternity – grant me the fire of Amber.”
Bishop Maia recited in a low voice, and the fireball in her hand was gradually transformed into a dim yellow color. The leaping firelight also froze as if it was frozen in time.
The brunette girl was just about to run away when she suddenly realized that she was stiff and unable to move. It turned out that a Lawgiver had noticed this place, and had taken the time to apply a [Stasis] law while struggling with the tentacles.
The golden flames came down on her, hitting her precisely without affecting anyone nearby.
Her wailing scream lasted only an instant, and as the dim yellow flames dissipated she changed into a hideous stone statue.
Glancing at her indifferently, Maia gathered the flames in her hands once more.
“I call upon the Lord of Scale and Feather, the God of the Holy Number Six ……”
This time, she did not perform an instant prayer with a limited number of times. Instead, she stood in the middle of the crowd with her eyes closed and began a full chant with her hands clasped together.
“–Beware, Ivars!”
But Gordon’s alarming voice interrupted her prayer.
She looked up with startled eyes open to Ivas in the corner.
Just at the moment when the deformed limb demon suddenly attacked Ivars ……
Only to see that an anciently shaped holy sword had appeared in the hands of Aiwas, who was sitting in a wheelchair, at some point-
It had a vermilion hilt. The body of the sword was burning with blazing flames and shining with eye-catching holy light. The two energies of pure light and fire attributes were constantly fluctuating, forming ripples visible to the naked eye in the air.
That was the holy sword, the red-hilted sword, that was created by using the spell stored in the [Holy Sword Technique] after unlocking the [Key to St. Guinevere’s Chapel]’s two attributes of light and fire energy!
It was a golden-colored “sacred weapon” with four words: protection from evil, sharpness, toughness, and lightness.
Among them, the most important ones were “lightness” and “warding off evil”.
The former allows the underpowered, wheelchair-bound Ai Huas to swing it easily; the latter is the most important ……
The moment the holy sword appeared, a silent and sacred atmosphere spread out, as if this place had been turned into a holy temple. The fear in people’s hearts was also smoothed out a lot.
And the movements of this Monstrous Limb Demon also became sluggish under the illumination of this light, and its power also began to weaken.
Aiming at the moment when its movements slowed down, Ivars swung his red-handled sword.
Like a hot knife slicing through butter, he easily chopped off the arm that the Deformed Limb Demon had extended over!
Update completed!
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