His dagger was raised high, about to strike down. Suddenly, a strange feeling crept into his mind, as if a silhouette flashed past him. The bishop turned to inspect, and his left hand's scepter just managed to block the dagger aimed at his back.

The Halfling Felps immediately dropped the weapon in his hand because he felt a force on the scepter that was sucking his dagger, preventing it from falling. His pinky finger swiftly switched hands, flicking a short blade from his sleeve, launching a second attack toward the bishop's heart.

"You filthy little demon!" The bishop, although a bit flustered, barely managed to prevent the second assassination attempt with his own black long dagger. "How did you dodge my spell?"

The pinky finger naturally didn't answer him. Both of his attacks had failed, and his position was exposed. As a wanderer, he quickly jumped back and rolled on the ground to avoid the scepter's strike.

"Don't think you can evade the Spirit Shock!" the bishop furrowed his brows, gathering all his strength. This time, he didn't just want the Halfling to taste dizziness, but to boil his brain directly, exploding it like a pot of stewed meat.

Felps did not abandon his attack. As he turned over, two daggers were drawn from under his pant legs, both flung towards the bishop's thighs. Not only was that the part hardest to dodge, it was also where the major arteries flowed. The spinning short blades, coated with paralysis poison, embedded deeply into the bishop's leg.

"Aah!" The intense pain caused the Spirit Shock to launch prematurely, blindly rushing to where the pinky finger had been. The Halfling wanderer had, in that moment of distraction, already concealed himself. The Spirit Shock hit empty air, erupting into a circle of white light, without making any sound.

The archbishop quickly pulled out the dagger and haphazardly poured healing potion over it. The paralysis in his legs surged upward like a soaring giant dragon. But as someone with a powerful spiritual ability, he concentrated, suffusing his nerves with energy originally meant for offense, and astonishingly regained control of his body.

"Damn bastard, where did you hide?" He surveyed around but still couldn't find a fourth "voice" besides himself, Zilvra, and Kuboert. It was because the opponent revealed a flaw in the instant of his attack that he had narrowly evaded. But next time, his numbed legs would rob him of that luck, and this forcible ignoring of injury couldn't last long.

He was forced to forgo killing Kuboert and Zilvra, and while he could still move, quickly headed to the back hall. Now he needed a safe place to lie low. Once his wounds healed, he wouldn't fear exposure—by that time, he could simply alter these people's memories.

The bishop slipped into a hidden room, and the heavy door quickly shut, blending the entrance seamlessly into a wall adorned with exquisite paladin portraits. After the tremor, a small figure straightened up and fell to the floor from behind the curtains. Although Felps had mimicked his aura as if part of the masonry, the residual wave of the Spirit Shock still hit him. Fortunately, he hid beforehand, otherwise, the wanderer, once discovered, would have led the archbishop to ruthlessly kill all three of them.

The teleportation Black Stone was right before him, and the archbishop opened the Sun Sacred Emblem in his hand, revealing another sun badge inside. But encircling this sun was a giant snake with eight heads, each head extending its vibrant tongue, watching the outside world vigilantly.

This was the token for teleportation, and the Eight-headed Evil Emblem signified he could travel among all the Black Stones. Just as he was about to step into the teleportation passage, the stone began to wobble on its own.

"At this time, who would be coming?" The archbishop paused in surprise. Moreover, he thought, this Black Stone typically wouldn't be used by any snake-men.

A red robe stepped out from the Black Stone, holding a similar badge, but with only seven snake heads. It was unknown where Lynch had been; his whole body appeared scorched, with smoke continuously emitting from his hair. However, upon seeing the Eight-headed Evil Emblem in the bishop's hand, the mage grinned, pointing at the archbishop's hand, and laughed, "That thing, I think you don't need it anymore, do you?"

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