infodatos Chapter 183 The Peacock in the Trap
Chapter 183 The Peacock in the Trap
Chapter 183 The Peacock in the Trap
"Of***ing Buck! Are you even human?!"
"How dare you blaspheme His name!"
"My arm!"
The one-armed, rat-faced assassin fled for his life, stepping on his companion's spilled entrails. He slipped and fell to the ground. He turned around, sat on the ground, and shuffled backward in a panic.
"Spare me—my esteemed witch hunter, supreme O'Bak, merciful O'Bak—"
The man spoke incoherently, blood spurting from the cut of his severed limb.
"Tell me, who sent you?"
Seeing that the witch hunter hadn't made a move, the man grasped at a straw and immediately spoke.
"It's a rat, the Rat King!"
The vulture frowned.
Who is the Rat King?
"You don't know—it's the leader of the Grey Ravens in Queen's Port—I'm just a hired hand, don't kill me—"
=The sword went down his throat, forcing the man's tongue down his throat.
The vulture's chest heaved rapidly, and the guardian spirit around him gradually faded. The man turned his head; the garden was a mess, the pristine statue of the saint was stained with blood, and wild rose petals were submerged in pools of blood.
Limbs, severed arms, corpses.
The witch hunter's hand trembled slightly; he noticed this and a look of disgust crossed his face.
This body, without anyone noticing, has become so old and weak.
The blade of a god will not rust. But the hand that wields the sword is already scarred and wounded.
My time is running out—the vow I made to the gods has not yet been fulfilled.
The battle was over. Gascoigne looked at the blood-stained statue of the Rose Saint, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath of the crisp, cold air.
Peacock, oh peacock.
An envoy from the ancient elven kingdoms, and a former guest of honor of the Holy Church of the Kingdom of Kane.
Thirty years ago, a young Gascoigne stumbled into her world during an investigation.
And the peacock also entered the hearts of the young people.
A venomous foreign woman, a beautiful lie, a mystery. The peacock represents Gascoigne's fantasies about the outside world, fueled by his upbringing in the church.
His hesitation, his inner turmoil, his unrequited love buried deep in his heart—all were observed by the peacock. She was ten times older than Gascoigne, and seeing the look in his eyes, the elf understood everything.
So the peacock took advantage of him.
No, it should be said that Gascoigne allowed her to take advantage of him.
She was an envoy sent by the Elven Kingdom to assist in translating ancient documents. Using her position, the woman discovered a secret of the Church, a secret hidden for millennia.
The church leadership discovered the peacock's discovery, and at the bishop's behest, Gascoigne was sent to hunt down the female elf and bury the secret forever.
"Gascoine—I didn't intentionally pry into the Church's secrets. The words were in the documents the Church commissioned me to translate, and I only learned of them by chance. Does this mean that O'Bak's servant is going to use the blood of an innocent person to seal the Church's documents?"
The usually aloof peacock spoke with a trembling voice, and this stark contrast made the witch hunter's heart clench.
"I'm sorry, Peacock, this is what Cardinal Benedict meant."
"The Cardinal is not a god, and his red robes bring him any closer to O'Bak. Ask your own heart, Gascoigne, I beg you." The elf bowed his head, cautiously raising his eyes to look at the witch hunter, the wretched fear in his eyes unbearable. "Ask yourself, do you think I am guilty?"
Peacock was the first and last woman to shake Gascoigne's faith. For the only time in his life, he betrayed his duty, letting the woman disappear into the shadows with the church's secrets.
However, the peacock did not disappear for long. When she reappeared, the entire church of the Old Kingdom selectively ignored the existence of this elf.
Lies, secrets, behind-the-scenes deals.
Gascoigne was no longer the wavering young man he once was; the hesitation he showed in front of the peacock was never again displayed in front of other "heretics."
Even among the infamous witch hunters, Baldy was known for his cold-blooded ruthlessness. Were there not a single innocent soul among the nine hundred and ninety-nine heretics executed?
Yes, not a single one.
No more doubt, no more weakness.
A surge of shame and indignation filled Gascoigne's chest. To capture this wretched goblin, he had to confront his shameful past once more, and face the man he could no longer look at.
But it's time for all of this to come to an end.
Baldy opened his eyes, then flung his longsword to the ground, leaving a straight trail of blood.
In the distance, a woman's scream rang out. The witch hunter instantly turned his head and leaped towards the direction from which the scream came!
"Bad bird!"
With clumsy movements, the orc grabbed a man wearing a bird-beak mask by the head and lifted him up, the man's skull creaking in the big man's hands.
He used his superhuman strength to pin the person in his hand to the ground, and then chopped him down with an oversized meat cleaver in his other hand!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Scraps of meat flew everywhere!
Another bird-faced mercenary charged toward the big man, and the first one in front thrust his short sword at the orc!
A piercing piano note!
The man instinctively covered his ears, then a sudden gust of wind blew behind him, and with a loud thud, he was struck hard on the back of the head and fell forward.
"Big guy! Finish him off!"
The orc's ears perked up instantly. He grunted as he rose and swung his cleaver down hard on the back of the fallen man. A dull, wet sound rang out as the blunt blade pierced through the flesh and embedded itself deep in the ground. The unfortunate fellow only let out a groan, his body twitched slightly, and then remained still.
The big guy kicked the man, scratched his head, and felt his face was wet. He then realized that he was still holding a severed human head in his other hand. He let go of it and threw it on the ground.
Not far from the maze, Peacock and two bird-faced mercenaries were fleeing out of the maze, while the old woman, with her unsteady legs, and the group moved as slowly as tortoises.
Swish, swish, swish!
Gebu leaped left and right across the hedge like a ghost. Two mercenaries retreated on the ground while firing their crossbows at Gebu. But under the cover of night, Gebu's figure became a phantom. In a daze, it seemed as if it was not a half-man chasing them, but a group of ghostly monkeys seeking their lives.
Ignis!
A rocket fell from the sky and landed right in front of the peacock. The old lady cried out and stopped in her tracks. The two guards, in their haste to fire, did not look behind them and collided with the old lady.
"Get out of my way!"
Peacock cursed anxiously, pushed the two men aside, and fled in the opposite direction. The two mercenaries tried to follow, but found that their feet suddenly slipped. They grabbed each other's shoulders to avoid falling.
Beneath their feet lay a greasy patch. The two men stared in astonishment at the brown surface, then looked up to see a halfling standing atop the hedge, a flame in his hand illuminating a sinister, Gothic smile.
They suddenly realized something, and one of them rushed forward, trying to escape the grease, but was pulled back by the other—he wanted to be the first to get out. In this struggle, the two lost their balance and fell into the grease.
call!
A dazzling ball of light illuminated the maze!
Peacock didn't escape far. Her back was scorched by the heat of the flames. She subconsciously turned around and saw the miserable state of her two subordinates. Her old legs trembled. She turned her head again and saw the huge figure of the orc blocking her way.
Gebu descended from the sky, blocking the peacock's retreat.
Knowing that her end was near, the old elf leaned against the hedge and slid down to the ground, her eyes vacant.
Gebu walked up to the peacock with his hands behind his back, looking down at the pale old face.
"Remember that red-eyed goblin?" Geb said coldly.
"I should have killed you all in the Seven Seas Miracle Pharmacy."
"The peacock said through gritted teeth."
"Regret it now. Don't worry, you won't have to regret it later," Gebu sneered.
The peacock remained silent.
"Peacock, do you want to live?" Gebu said to Peacock using a telepathic spell.
The woman suddenly raised her head, her eyes showing a mixture of confusion and hope.
"If you want to live, tell me, how much do you know about that golden mask?"