Bringing Culture to a Different World

Chapter 172

Over a hundred people had replied to Cheryl’s post for help. They were all rushing over to the alley behind Crocker Wands to personally participate in Skotan Nun’s rescue. Currently, twenty-seven mages had arrived at the alley. Six dwarves also came from the Hearthstone Tavern.

Before such a major battle disposition, no matter how wicked and strange the power of the inquisitors might be, it would still be impossible for them to defeat these mages and dwarves with two inquisitors and one inquisition leader.

This was especially the case as the mages surrounding them were not mage apprentices either...

Violently fluctuating magic power filled the entire alley. It was impossible for the three inquisitors to even flee from the alley. The brightness of the magic runes dispersed the darkness within the alley. The magic coming toward them from all directions made the three inquisitors realize what the anger from having ‘no new chapter after waiting all night’ was.

As the alley was very narrow to begin with, it appeared like utter chaos after being engulfed by all sorts of magic attacks. The chaos immediately caught the attention of Norland’s Law Enforcers in a short few minutes.

The seriousness of the magic wreaking havoc in the alley was totally at the level of two underground associations battling one another...

‘Norland’s Law Enforcers are coming!’ Replied by: Short Touch Wand

‘Time to slip away.’ Replied by: Firebringer

‘We’ve confirmed Skotan Nun’s safety. Everyone, you can stop now. Let’s not continue intensifying the dispute.’ Replied by: Ash-colored Owl

Ash-colored Owl was someone with quite some fame on the Mage Forum. The reason for that was because any mage that joined the Mage Forum with the purpose of ‘magic research’ or ‘academic discussions’ would all know Ash-colored Owl. They also knew his real life identity.

Thus, after receiving Ash-colored Owl’s appeal, the mages in the alley maintained an astonishing amount of discipline and shot forth several more destructive magic spells at the three inquisitors trapped under a large pile of binding magics. Then, they began to leave this place of dispute...

After being baptised by magic from over a hundred different magic systems, the alley has changed beyond recognition. The inquisition leader climbed out from a pile of trash. His clothes were completely tattered. Charred burn marks covered his face.

He had placed a layer of defense magic around himself the moment he discovered he was surrounded by the mages. Unfortunately, his magic was completely useless. After only a couple seconds, it was crushed by the concentrated amount of magic spells.

The moment he lost the protection of his defense magic, before he could do anything, he was bombarded with binding magics and had his movements sealed. Sharp lightning and hot fireballs struck down from the sky, blasting him.

But, in the end, the inquisition leader survived... It was all because of his inhuman strength.

“Sipp, where’s Albert?!”

The inquisition leader crawled out from the trash pile. He had never been in such a sorry state since he joined the Holy Church. The injuries he received would take him at least a month to recover.

The inquisition leader ran his eyes through the ruined alley. He only saw a single inquisitor. That inquisitor’s injuries were very severe too. A portion of his body has been covered in a thick layer of ice. It would appear that he had taken a high level ice magic head on during the chaos earlier.

“No idea... Albert was attacked by the dwarves. Those... damned dwarves!”

The inquisitor called Sipp tried to use his gray mist to recover his body. But, half of his arm has already entered necrosis. Nevertheless, his encounter wasn’t that bad.

His inquisitor teammate, Albert, received the attacks from a bunch of dwarves after he was confined by a mage. Those dwarves were clearly drunk. They didn’t bother to use any weapon. With their bare fists, they pushed down Albert and began to beat him up.

Right now, Sipp had no idea if Albert was still alive.

“Don’t concern yourself with him. I’ll return to the church... that filthy traitor will pay for this!”

The inquisition leader supported himself with the wall and began walking out the alley. Even now, he still couldn’t understand how Cheryl was able to gather this many powerful mages and even dwarves in such a short period of time!

Unfortunately, it would appear that he would never know why.

A cold aura suddenly spilled out from behind him. He subconsciously raised his staff. When he did, he was shocked to discover his staff had snapped into two. The upper portion of his broken staff was even charred black.

Having no magic artifact to use, he decided to use magic barehanded. But, at that moment, a slender hand grabbed him by the neck. The fingers on that were over two times the length of ordinary human hands. But, there was no flesh to that hand.

Two moving Soulfires appeared in the inquisition leader’s field of view. He realized what appeared before him was an undead... That was the final thought he had.

Being seriously injured, he was no match for an undead at all. The aura of death soon filled the entire alley.

When Norland’s Law Enforcers arrived in the alley, they only saw the alley completely destroyed. But, they found no corpse at all.

.........

Ten minutes later.

After Joshua and Ciri escaped the alley, they received Gray Mage Lursk’s invitation and proceeded to his mage tower.

Before fleeing the alley, Joshua handed the seriously injured Cheryl to Ciri. He himself started carrying that nun lady with the extremely alluring figure.

Naturally, this arrangement was made because that nun lady looked heavier... But, Ciri refused to believe that to be the case.

Lursk’s tower was located in the heart of Norland. Only the top few mages of Norland were qualified to have a mage tower in Norland. When Joshua pushed through the door and walked into the tower, he could feel that there were a great amount of runes and magic inscriptions revolving inside the tower.

The tower’s interior appeared a little messy. A large number of unknown books were piled on the ground. The moment Joshua walked in, over a hundred pairs of eyes stared at him from the shadows.

Owls... There were over a hundred owls resting in the tower. They all noticed the appearance of several strangers.

“Place that more seriously injured lady on that bed. Careful of the owl egg by the side of the bed. Make sure to not crush it!” The Gray Mage said to Ciri.

Ciri walked over to the bed and slowly placed Cheryl on the bed. Cheryl’s injuries were extremely serious... Even though she had lost consciousness, she was still coughing non stop. Ciri’s clothes, especially the chest area, was dyed with Cheryl’s blood.

“Old partner! Can you stop burying yourself in the pile of books?!” Gray Mage loudly shouted at the upper level of this mage tower.

“I’m not...”

Supported by his crutch, the Holy Church’s Archbishop Desireless emerged from a dark corner of the mage tower. These days, he has been researching ‘programming’ with Gray Mage Lursk the entire time. He rarely even bothered to frequent the tavern or return to Norland’s little chapel. Occasionally, he would log onto the Mage Forum to pass time.

He walked over to the bedside and took a glance at the injuries ridden Cheryl...

“Was having her return to the Holy City a mistake?”

A great amount of light golden runes appeared from Desireless’s hand. Holy Light with the power of healing covered Cheryl’s body.