Free Web NovelChapter 194: Chapter 194 You Really Are Bastards_1
"I see it, the tower and the house with the red roof." Veronica used an abandoned house as cover, peeking toward the target direction.
Aiden glanced at Daili and gave her an inquiring look.
Daili shook her head, indicating she hadn’t sensed anyone else around.
The shadow demon under Daili’s command could accurately sense nearby moving shadows and automatically counterattack, and because Daili was the original owner, if she personally took control, the range was much larger than when Aiden had "borrowed" it in the past. Today was a clear day, and with her there, they could almost entirely eliminate the possibility of being ambushed from the road.
Veronica, with her exceptional hearing, had been paying attention to any noise inside the nearby houses, and at least for now, they seemed quite safe.
"Do you really want to bring that corpse with us as we go up?" Presia suddenly asked with a look of disgust toward the silent figure behind Aiden.
"Make the most of everything." Aiden replied calmly, "Is there a problem? Would you prefer to replace him as our pathfinder?"
Behind him, the synthesized beast that they had just killed, born from a nun’s body, stood quietly, with a spectral shadow in a cloak flickering behind the corpse.
This was a guardian spirit borrowed from Asenna. Aiden could use it to practice necromancy, including manipulating and strengthening corpses.
Although the Harvest Mother Cult’s synthesized beast had a bizarre appearance, its combat abilities were reliable, and even in death, it was an excellent material for necromancy. Aiden had no qualms about using such forbidden spells; they had stepped into a battlefield where their adversary was a saint nearing authority, and having too many scruples would only lead them into deeper peril.
The house with the red roof and the tower seemed quiet, and Aiden felt the gazes of his teammates focusing on him, waiting for his instructions.
And in truth, he was also waiting for the move from the witch assembly.
Abigail had said everyone else was in position, but even after scanning the area, he saw not a single person. Of course, it wasn’t strange that he didn’t see anyone, but it was rather peculiar that neither Daili nor Veronica had noticed anything either.
These Great Witches, they weren’t playing with him, were they?
The heresy inquisition’s assault missions relied on team cooperation, with precise timing for communication and actions. Each squad, each member had a clear role, all integrating like gears in a machine, working together to keep the team operating.
As for his side... it could only be said that his and the witch assembly’s "joint efforts" were still in name only; to this day, he had not seen any real cooperative actions with the witch assembly, even now as they jointly attacked Father Bales. In reality, they each followed their routes, operating very loosely.
This was partly due to the lack of trust between him and the witch assembly, but the most fundamental reason was the witch assembly’s own lack of organization. Apart from "BFFs" like Presia, Daili, and Vila, who were relatively close, the rest of the Great Witches operated mostly on their own.
Trying to coordinate any kind of rigorous tactical cooperation with these people was indeed a difficult task.
"Abigail." He called out to the Great Witch’s spirit again.
But this time, Abigail did not respond to him.
Just as Aiden started to feel suspicious, a terrifying roar suddenly exploded like thunder from the house with the red roof, startling everyone hidden on this side.
At the same time, Qiqimora appeared before them out of nowhere, smiling in their direction.
She was supposed to be watching the priest’s movements in the house with the red roof and then pass the message on to them through Abigail.
But now she appeared before them unannounced.
"Good afternoon, Warden, you’ve arrived promptly," Qiqimora greeted Aiden with courtesy.
"I don’t recall scheduling an appointment for a meet-and-greet service at the door," Aiden narrowed his eyes, sensing an issue, "Where are the others?"
That roar just now was similar to the synthetic beast they had killed earlier, only more robust and louder, obviously coming from the priest turned into a synthetic beast.
It wasn’t a scream of being attacked, but a roar of encountering an enemy.
Clearly, the priest had already battled someone just now, but at this moment besides Qiqimora, neither Habanis nor Lamia were to be seen. The most logical explanation could only be that Qiqimora had deliberately provoked the priest, and now she stood with them...
The wall of the house with the red roof abruptly collapsed, and a synthetic beast over four meters tall burst through the wall and slowly locked its gaze onto them.
"It seems a rat has taken advantage of the situation," the synthetic beast—Father Bales, spoke in a deep voice.
Meanwhile, at the tower, Sister Neve dressed in a black robe and the other two Grey Robed Nuns ran out from within.
After glancing in their direction, Sister Neve ran towards the mine pit without looking back, followed closely by the other nuns.
Aiden saw them and understood why Sister Neve might leave the scene of the fight; as long as the heir was alive, even if the priest died in battle, he could resurrect his will in the heir.
"Qiqimora, what on earth are you playing at?" Presia couldn’t hold back any longer and loudly questioned Qiqimora. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
"There’s been a slight complication with Lamia, and she can’t make it on time, so we need to lend a hand," Qiqimora said with an apologetic smile to Aiden, "You’ll have to hold the fort for now, Warden. Please wait a moment, I hope you’re still alive when we return."
At this point, the priest suddenly bit down hard on his own wrist, piercing the flesh with his teeth to create a wound, then flung his blood towards them. His command over "procreation" allowed him to impregnate other beings with his biological material and spawn his offspring—which could be fatal in a single strike.
Aiden and the others quickly withdrew behind cover, while Qiqimora remained motionless in place. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
But the blood simply passed through her body and splattered onto the ground.
Aiden peeked out again at Qiqimora and was about to question her when he realized Qiqimora had vanished.
And the priest standing there had shifted his attention to him.
At that moment, Aiden finally understood the predicament—they had indeed been sold out by the coven of the Great Witches from the Witch Gathering.
It sounded as though they had encountered some issue, but regardless, they had now left the priest entirely in their hands, and that was a fact.
Once he realized this, irritation made him laugh, and then he spoke to the credential hanging below his neck, "I don’t know if you can hear me now, Miss Abigail, but let me speak frankly, you people are really a bunch of bastards!"
