The door next to the clinic was blown open.
Ink floated in the air.
Her form was still small, but now she radiated a suffocating pressure.
Eerie black runes swirled around her like living things, sometimes grouping and sometimes scattering like countless black snakes.
Her face was dark, and those beady eyes that usually looked cute now flickered with a dangerous fury.
"You wretched charlatan."
Ink's voice was ice-cold, carrying a thick intent to kill.
"You dare to run wild on the Nightwatchers' turf?"
Lu Yuan looked at Ink, his heart a mix of gratitude and helplessness.
Grateful that this tsundere book spirit never dropped the ball at critical moments.
Helpless because her grand entrance had left almost nothing of the few materials remaining in the clinic.
The black runes around Ink began to accelerate their rotation, converging into an illusory giant book.
The book was as tall as two people, pitch black, with characters on the cover that Lu Yuan couldn't understand.
However, his translation ability flickered frantically, as if warning him—those characters were not something he should read.
The giant book flipped its pages.
Every page revealed different forbidden characters, twisting and writhing.
Lu Yuan only took one glance before feeling a wave of dizziness, and he quickly looked away.
【Warning! High-concentration knowledge radiation detected!】
【Recommendation: Avoid direct gaze】
"The power of knowledge."
Ink's voice carried a hint of arrogance and disdain.
"Is not something a moron like you, who only knows how to chant, can understand!"
She waved her hand.
The black runes shot toward Andrew like arrows.
Andrew reacted quickly.
He raised the scripture, and a golden light erupted: "Holy Shield!"
A golden dome enveloped him. This was one of the most common defensive divine arts used by the church, said to be able to withstand most transcendent attacks.
But Ink only chuckled scornfully.
"This is it?"
The black runes acted like living creatures, slipping through the gaps in the dome.
They weren't attacking the shield; they were 'reading' it—analyzing its structure, understanding its principles, and then deconstructing it.
Cracks began to appear in the golden shield, looking like corroded glass.
Andrew let out a scream of agony as he felt his divine art being devoured bit by bit by some kind of power.
The scripture in his hand—the holy book personally bestowed by the bishop—also began to crack on its surface.
"This is impossible!"
Andrew's voice was filled with terror and disbelief.
"This is a bishop-level holy book! A sacred object blessed by the Angel! How could it be..."
Ink snorted disdainfully, cutting him off.
"Bishop-level?"
The corners of her mouth curled into a mocking arc.
"You're making me laugh."
"With your pathetic knowledge, you're not even worthy of using a holy book!"
"I, this book spirit, can pull out any random page and it would be a hundred times stronger than this piece of junk!"
She opened her small mouth.
A black torrent, like a flood breaking through a dam, surged toward Andrew.
Andrew's shield shattered.
Golden fragments flew in all directions.
He was completely swallowed by the black torrent.
Lu Yuan stood to the side, watching quietly.
He didn't make a move, nor did he speak.
It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but he knew very well—in a battle of this level, the best thing he could do was not get in the way.
Moreover, he also wanted to see Ink's true strength.
Before, he only knew Ink was a 'book spirit', some kind of knowledge-type transcendent creature, but he never had a direct concept of how strong she actually was.
Now he knew.
Very strong.
So strong that a church priest didn't even have the chance to fight back in front of her.
The black torrent dissipated.
Andrew knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling.
His scripture had completely disintegrated into countless golden fragments scattered on the ground.
The holy runes on those fragments were still flickering weakly, but they soon dimmed and completely lost their light.
Andrew's hands shook as he kept his head down, his eyes full of fear and confusion.
He had served the Angel for many years and never thought that one day he would be beaten so miserably by... an existence that looked like a little girl.
Ink turned and looked at the surrounding Silence Barrier.
The golden barrier was still active, completely isolating the area from the outside world.
"Such a low-grade barrier."
Ink's tone was full of distaste, as if she were evaluating a cheap imitation.
In the next moment, she reached out her small hand and gave a light wave.
The movement was casual, like shooing away an annoying mosquito.
Countless black runes flew toward the edge of the barrier and began to flicker frantically.
A second later, the Silence Barrier let out a piercing cracking sound.
Crack—
Crack—
Like glass shattering.
The golden barrier turned into specks of light and dissipated into the air, vanishing instantly.
The sounds of the surroundings rushed back in.
Lu Yuan let out a long sigh of relief.
The breaking of the Silence Barrier meant that the Nightwatchers' sentries would definitely notice the anomaly here.
Sure enough, in less than a minute, hurried footsteps came from the other end of the street.
Eger arrived with three Nightwatchers members.
They immediately understood what had happened when they saw Andrew kneeling on the ground and the shattered fragments of the scripture everywhere.
Eger's face darkened.
Although this sentry captain of the Nightwatchers usually seemed carefree, his expression was exceptionally solemn now.
"Priest Andrew."
His voice was cold as frost.
"Are you provoking the Nightwatchers?"
Andrew struggled to stand up, his face as pale as paper.
He trembled for a moment, trying to say something.
"It's a misunderstanding..."
He finally squeezed out a few words.
"I was just..."
Eger interrupted him: "A misunderstanding?"
He took a step forward, looking down at Andrew.
"A Silence Barrier, a divine art attack—you call this a misunderstanding?"
"Do you know what it means to use such means within a Nightwatchers' protected area?"
Andrew bit his teeth, seemingly trying his best to suppress the fear and anger in his heart.
"I am acting on the orders of the Angel!"
His voice suddenly rose, carrying a hint of hysteria.
"To take that child away!"
Ink sneered.
"With just you?"
She floated in front of Andrew, her beady eyes flickering with dangerous light.
"Who do you think you can take away?"
Andrew subconsciously took a step back. His previous experience had left him with a deep fear of this little thing.
"Don't use your church's nonsense as an excuse; this is Nightwatchers' territory!"
Ink's voice carried blatant mockery.
"Also, if you're so capable, why don't you have your Angel come here in person?"
"Just because your church worships a statue, you think the Angel will pay attention to you?"
"Even your archbishop might not necessarily get a reply!!"
These words were truly cutting.
Lu Yuan saw Andrew's face flush and then turn pale, as if someone had poked his most sensitive spot.
"You... this is blasphemy!"
Andrew's voice was shaking, whether from anger or fear.
Eger said in a deep voice, "Enough."
He waved his hand, signaling Ink to step back.
"Andrew, this is Gelimu Port, not your church's temple."
"You should be very clear about the rules of the Nightwatchers."
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