They emptied out the room.
Not just the visible structures, but also the secret chambers hidden out of sight, all items stored within were taken away by the witches, along with the words of Derluce.
'Evil people are still people'!
And soon, this phrase was completed.
'We are evil people, but we are still people, we won't betray our own species, our nation.'
Hearing such words, those witches who followed Derluce began to record the Master's quotations.
Derluce was called 'Master' by the witches, not only because of his strength and teaching, but also because he often said things that made people think deeply.
Some witches scoffed at these words.
Others treasured them as if they were precious gems.
And Derluce, the one who spoke these words, sighed in the room.
He didn't want this either.
As one of the Masters of 'Silver's Glory'.
Studying 'Black Witchcraft' was just a hobby; who would have thought that such a hobby would lead to a group of witches following him.
As an 'Order Keeper,' he did not like killing or destruction.
Even deep down, he hoped that these witches would take the right path.
So, he started 'guiding'.
He became a mentor to a group of witches.
It's been 30 years since he started doing this.
Thirty years is a long time for ordinary people.
It's a considerable amount of time for 'Mystical Side' individuals as well.
Perhaps everyone thought that he, once a Master of 'Silver's Glory,' had long been dead?
Even his good friends from those days would probably think so.
Just an ordinary 'Master' Derluce.
'So ordinary that I wish I could be lecturing in a classroom!'
'Preferably language classes.'
'Being able to speak freely with the students.'
'That scene must be wonderful, right?'
Watching the cross in the night sky turn from dazzling white to red, Derluce could not help but sigh and then formed several Dharma Seals with his hand.
He had done everything he could.
Naturally, it's up to others now.
When a huge cross appeared in the sky, Bolun felt his heart palpitate.
It also carried a strong sense of oppression.
'Is this the betrayer's 'backup plan'?
Bolun focused on the cross that was more than a hundred meters in size, killed the approaching 'Half-Deader' with a single stroke, and then began to use the breathing techniques recorded in the 'Leviah Notes' to recover his Physical Strength.
He leaned against the car door, allowing the hand holding the sword to hang naturally.
In front of him were hundreds of 'Half-Deaders'.
Even with outstanding Talent and having undergone brutal training, Bolun still felt exhausted.
But he knew that the true battle was only beginning now.
He must recover even faster.
Emily bit her lip to keep from crying out as she looked at Bolun through the car window, lifting her hand to touch his back.
Even through the cold car window, she hoped to pass the warmth of her palm to him.
Delbon approached with his distinctive voice.
He held the head of a special 'Half-Deader' in his hand, looking at the bodies on the ground and the Silver Sword in Bolun's hand, a shock running through his heart.
As someone who had been taught by the 'Clock Tower' from a young age, a 'Mystical Side' person, Bolun knew very well what it meant to achieve what he did before him!
It showed that he had far surpassed the level of 'rookie,' 'newcomer.'
He was a true 'veteran.'
How long would it take for an ordinary person to go from 'rookie', 'newcomer' to 'veteran'?
But how long did this guy take?
Less than a week, right?
Such a terrifying talent.
Of course, Delbon would absolutely not say it out loud.
He and the other party may not be enemies, but he would certainly not compliment him.
For those 300 books he had to carry back!
Delbon thought to himself and picked up the head he was holding.
He hoped to display his achievement with it.
Too bad nobody was looking at him.
Kemi was watching Jason from a distance.
Emily focused on Bolun.
Bolun was resting with his eyes closed?
She did take a look but then muttered 'disgusting' and 'what a perverted thing to do' before turning her head away.
Delbon tried to explain, but he could only open and close his mouth.
In the end, he tossed the head to one side with a somewhat dejected air.
'What's binding Jason?'
Kemi, who had been watching Jason, clearly noticed something was off.
The 'ritual' had been broken, so why did Jason still seem to move strangely?
'The 'ritual' consists of two parts!'
Delbon turned his head and immediately analyzed the situation, preparing to search for the location of the second ritual setup, but at that moment, Jason suddenly returned to normal.
'Don't forget, John, Brian, McCaul.'
Then, the young man stood up straight.
His Physical Strength hadn't fully recovered, but continuing the fight was no longer an issue.
He tore open his shirt to use it as a bandage, wrapping the hilt tightly in his hand.
Not just the Silver Sword.
But also an iron sword.
The figures of John, Brian, and McCaul appeared in the distance.
John had a trace of blood on his chest.
Brian's face was marked with several cuts.
McCaul was holding his left arm.
Clearly, the three who had broken the other group's ritual were not unscathed.