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Chapter 382 - Chapter 382 Chapter 382 Identity

Chapter 382: Chapter 382 Identity Chapter 382: Chapter 382 Identity (Because I’m taking the train out today, I’m updating in advance and, as usual, asking for monthly tickets)

“General.”

Catching Silvia firmly as she fainted, I revealed a victorious smile to the utterly astonished Pyagio standing before me.

I’m grateful again for Qianqian’s unpredictable train of thought that doesn’t follow a standard route.

“Damn it!”

Pyagio almost bit his lip until it bled. His strongest spiritual equipment had already turned into dust of history during the battle with Qianqian through time, and it was clear that the several Roman Catholics around us were not our match. Now, with the last hostage who could threaten us rescued, this arrogant priest suddenly realized that a desperate situation had come upon him so quickly.

“Heretic monkeys! Hand over the Angel to us, and maybe the Lord will still forgive your sins!”

The priest in splendid attire clenched his knuckles until they turned white, grinding his teeth as he spoke to us.

“Do you speak for Yahweh? Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to claim you are God?”

“Nonsense! How can you twist a devout believer’s faith like this?” Pyagio cried out in panic. For a religious fanatic, such an attack is often more lethal than any kind of public pressure, but then he suddenly grabbed at a straw of salvation, showing us a twisted smile, “Alright, heretic monkeys, I admit you have the upper hand for now, but do you truly think you have won?!”

“Think about where you are! This is the Adriatic Sea Queen! It is surrounded by a massive fleet of a hundred escort ships! You are powerful, but do you think you can confront an army as vast as this? If you dare to make a rash move, even if it means burying the entire warship with us, I will perish alongside you!”

I raised an eyebrow: “Didn’t think you were one not afraid to die.”

“To sacrifice oneself for the glory of the Lord is the greatest wish of we believers.”

Pyagio clasped his hands in front of his chest and made the sign of the cross before saying devoutly.

“Too bad, I don’t plan on giving you the chance to die a martyr.”

No sooner had my words fallen than the room suddenly trembled slightly, followed by a thunderous roar, and the giant ice blocks composing the room disintegrated in an instant, turning into all-encompassing water droplets flying in the air, but all were blocked by the energy barrier we had deployed.

Silvia was now in our hands, what was there to worry about?

“This is… you actually…” Pyagio looked around in panic. In his sight was nothing but a flat deck and the seawater under the night sky, as well as the stacked Ice Battleships surrounding us–not far away–the entire upper deck area of the Adriatic Sea Queen had been completely reverted to water due to the interruption of magic power and was now rushing like turbulent flood waters over what was previously the lower deck area–well, now it was the upper deck.

“Look, there’s your fleet. I admit, they’re quite a spectacle…”

Carefully supporting Silvia, I casually pointed toward the surrounding escort ships which were now beginning to realize the anomaly here (okay, the whole flagship went from a three-story garden seascape room to being blown to shreds from top to bottom, the anomaly was too easy to notice.) The ships were gradually turning around, and their weapons were being aimed this way.

“Despicable heretics…”

Pyagio pulled out a small card inscribed with runes from his bosom, his face bearing a mad smile.

“I admit defeat, you’ve indeed thwarted the great purification ritual of the Roman Orthodox, but you won’t escape today! The Queen’s Fleet will bury you along with this flagship! Attack!”

I thought you were going to call for a firing on me, I waited in vain for half a day.

“Queen’s Fleet?” I snapped my fingers, “Doesn’t seem like there are any ships here…”

Invisible spiritual power swept across the sea surface, unhindered, eroding every corner of each Ice Battleship and completely freezing the magic energy that maintained their frozen state.

The scene was spectacular yet fleeting; those humans who witnessed it all might never forget it for the rest of their lives. The strongest weapon established by the Roman Orthodox several centuries ago, the grand Queen’s Fleet, turned into history at that moment. Hundreds of Ice Cold Warships lost the energy they depended on to maintain their structure. The sound from within them was like rolling thunder, and then under the crush of their own weight, they instantaneously shattered like fish tanks filled with water, bursting into countless sparkling white fireworks.

The tremendous noise of water rang out, as tons upon tons of the hundreds of Ice Battleships disintegrated simultaneously, stirring up towering waves on the previously calm international waters. If I hadn’t promptly drawn away the turbulent kinetic energy from the water beneath the surface, perhaps just the violent shaking of the seawater would have been sufficient to kill all the Roman Catholics.

In the corner of my eye, members of the Heavenly Grass Cross Desolate Sect had surfaced according to plan, beginning to rescue the Roman Catholics who had fallen into the water, hoping the ropes they brought were sufficient–rescuing these Catholics wasn’t without reason; sometimes a group of prisoners could strike a more fatal blow to an enemy force than any attack. After this battle, the people of the Roman Orthodox should cool off a bit, right?

I clapped my hands, awakening the stupefied Pyagio, and said, “I know these are precious cultural treasures, but they are an eyesore here, their destruction shouldn’t cause your sect much trouble, right?”

“You… You…” The middle-aged priest in rich garments trembled all over, pointing at us while stepping backward, “You are a devil! You’re definitely a devil from Hell! The glory of the Lord will surely… ah!”

The white figure that had just charged out was none other than Pandora, who had been itching for action for a while.

Even with my eyesight, I only vaguely saw Pandora land a punch on each joint of the opponent’s body; amid a series of crisp snaps, Pyagio gagged as if a duck that had been choked, then flew out horizontally, bleeding profusely.

After all this, the Little Loli who had somewhat calmed the violence within her, came back clenching her fists, muttering, “Who allowed you to speak ill of brother…”

As for the few Roman Catholics who had been spectating and dawdling from the beginning, they were now quite conscientiously squatting down on the ground, forming an oval, in a more formal position compared to the Pseudo Army from the old movies.

There was a rustle of wind by my ear, and an agile figure leaped onto the deck of this flagship, panting with his… cough, Flame-shaped Sword in tow, then looked us up and down as if we were monsters.

“Although the Female Pope kept emphasizing your power to us, I didn’t expect… that the Power Users from Academy City could reach this level?”

I turned to look at the delinquent-looking Temporary Pope, shrugged and said, “We are not Power Users from Academy City; we just came here to rescue a friend. Shen Lie should be aware of this… why hasn’t she told you anything?”

Kanmaki’s face showed a bit of embarrassment: “This… um, is this girl your friend?”

I looked at Silvia, who was still in a magical sleep due to some short-term magic, and nodded, “Yeah, the Roman Orthodox are too troublesome, I’m just stepping in to do what’s right–there you go. We leave the rest to you, we still have to regroup with our partners.”

His expression stiffened as Kanmaki glanced around at the ice-littered sea and the four-digit number of people in the water, then with a decisive click, skedaddled.

In a small hotel near the harbor, we found Lin Xue and Visca, who had already settled down. While we were busy on the battlefield dismantling people’s warships, the two had been playing poker for over an hour at the small hotel, of course, I had every reason to believe that Lin Xue was using her abilities to bully her sister. The little Visca, who was covered in paper notes like Indian attire, rushed out to greet us.

“Welcome back heroes,” Miss Lin grabbed a bunch of poker cards and lollipops she had swindled from Visca, completely lacking in propriety, “Eh? What happened to Silvia?”

I helped the unconscious silver-haired girl to the bed, carefully set her down and then took a deep breath, “She might be under some magic spell like sleep induction. Alaya said it’s nothing serious, she’ll wake up in a bit.”

“Oh, that’s good then,” Lin Xue also exhaled in relief, while Qianqian gently bent down to softly brush aside the silver strands of hair on Silvia’s forehead.

Visca, with Pandora’s help, had just cleaned all the paper notes off her body and now approached curiously. Although we had mentioned her many times, this was actually the first time she had seen this human girl that warranted such a massive mobilization from us–because Silvia wasn’t a notable target, her information was not shared with the Empire’s database.

The little girl with cat eyes approached the bed, merely glanced once, and suddenly her body stiffened.

“Visca?”

I immediately felt that something was wrong with my sister and asked with concern, but she seemed not to have heard me at all, standing there dazed next to Silvia, body rigid. Then, subconsciously, she reached out and grabbed the hem of my clothes; I could feel Visca’s small hand trembling.

The room suddenly fell quiet, everyone’s attention drawn to Visca, who was acting out of the ordinary. After a long moment, she finally spoke hesitantly:

“Bellavilla… Sister?!”

We looked at each other in confusion. Visca knew her?

No, no, the girl before us should be called Silvia, so who was Bellavilla? And did Visca know people during her mad era?

“Azeroth.”

Just as we were utterly baffled, Pandora suddenly whispered, then information we had long since forgotten, with the help of Pandora, resurfaced in our minds.

Bellavilla–the Fallen Apostle Bellavilla!

She was one of the three leaders of the Fallen Apostles who plotted to destroy Azeroth during the fight against the Fallen Alliance. We had confronted one of them and eventually eliminated them, but the other two never showed themselves and even managed to retreat from Azeroth right under our noses. Among the retreating apostles, one was called by Visca as the “honest Ocam” while the other’s name was Bellavilla!

“Visca, are you sure?”

Knowing the gravity of the situation, even Lin Xue immediately became serious, while Pandora instantly donned her battle gear. If the other party really was a leader of the Fallen Apostles, the next moment, all of Venice might turn into a sea of flames under her hand–for this little girl, any number of casualties would be worth it to eradicate a minion of the Abyss.

By now, Visca had somewhat regained her composure but was still clutching the hem of my clothes tightly. She leaned in again, took a serious look at Silvia’s face, then placed a finger on the other girl’s forehead. Immediately, I felt a strange sensation sweep through the entire room.

Energy Vacuum–aside from our inherent spiritual power, all the energy in this room vanished in that instant, even causing Pandora’s body to stiffen involuntarily for a moment. I had felt this once before, just before my first meeting with Stier, when they tried to use astrology to find the location of an Angel. Back then, there was a similar energy vacuum–does that mean, that strange phenomenon then, was also due to Silvia’s power?

I felt my head getting a bit messy as numerous clues that seemed to have cleared from the fog suddenly intertwined without order; clear threads that should lead to some insight yet combined to create greater confusion.

Visca nodded emphatically: “There’s no mistake, only Bellavilla Sister would have this kind of energy! And she has… Bellavilla Sister’s presence…”

And from the sound of Visca’s voice, her relationship with this “Bellavilla Sister” when she served the Fallen Apostles was not ordinary?

And thankfully for the tenderness in Visca’s tone, Pandora didn’t immediately blast the silver-haired girl lying in bed into ash; you see, Pandora rarely calms down.

“Ugh… my head feels so dizzy~~~~”

While we were talking, the sleeping spell on Silvia finally wore off. The silver-haired girl slightly furrowed her brows, muttered fuzzily, then seemed to sense the presence of strangers around her, her body tensing slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.

“Uh-eh…” Silvia blinked in confusion, then, fixing her gaze on Lin Xue and me, whom she had met before, she smiled brightly, “Ah… Mr. Chen Jun–and your girlfriend too–we meet again… Um… Has it gotten dark already? Why am I lying in bed…”

Still with that leisurely tone that made one anxious for her, the way of speaking that seemed to operate on a different timeline from the real world, the moment Silvia woke up, the shadowy figure of Bellavilla lurking in the conspiracy shattered to pieces.

Wait a minute! Don’t close your eyes again! Explain to me! Why do you have such a deep impression of that girlfriend thing?! Do you think that, right now, this crazy girl gesturing Wing Chun moves next to me could possibly be my girlfriend? Hey, hey, hey! Qianqian, Qianqian, don’t bite! I’m bleeding, really bleeding!

Silvia’s thoughtless remark suddenly plunged us into chaos, especially me–I was almost punched into another dimension by two frantic girls!

Superhumans fighting each other? They go straight for the jugular, and Qianqian bit down right on my artery.

“What’s the big idea? It was all a misunderstanding.”

After everything had settled down, Qianqian stuck out her tongue apologetically, carefully smoothing out the bite marks while I glared at Lin Xue in dismay, protesting, “What’s wrong with you, you crazy girl? Instead of explaining, why did you join the fight?!”

Lin Xue’s face still flushed, stubbornly retorted, “Hmph… didn’t I explain after hitting you?”

“Ah, Mr. Chen really lives a blissful life…”

Silvia looked at our daily comedy, suddenly smiling as she chimed in with that comment.

Which of your eyes saw a guy who just narrowly avoided death smiling blissfully? Just now, I swear I almost heard my deceased grandma calling me from the other side of the river, damn it!

“Bellavilla, Sister!”

Visca called out softly from the side, causing the silver-haired girl on the bed to turn around in confusion, “Are you calling me?”

“Bellavilla, Sister! Don’t you remember me? 7535– you were the one who took care of me all that time!”

Visca looked puzzled, quickly trying to remind the girl in front of her of her own identity, but Silvia’s increasingly confused expression clearly showed she had no recollection.

“I’m sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone else–” Silvia said slowly, shaking her head with a soothing smile, “My name is Silvia. I’m an orphan raised by Academy City, with no memories of my past, but I have a full set of ID papers… Besides, I run a little jewelry shop in Academy City–little sister, you’re welcome to visit sometime…”

Pandora suddenly stepped forward without a word and reached out to grab Silvia’s arm. A faint blue glow visibly traveled up her wrist and throughout her body, while the individual in question merely watched the scene with curiosity, showing no fear at all.

“Scan complete,” Pandora shared the results of her examination through a spiritual connection, “Highly pure energy-to-matter aggregation life form, with very clear traces of Xyrin Technology. Although much has been modified, it still retains many characteristics of a Xyrin Apostle. No Abyss Energy residue detected in the body, suspected to have fused with the individual, like Sister Sandora. Oddly, apart from such a body, the target individual has no identity markers of a Xyrin Apostle and no special energy fluctuations. If not for a deep scan, her external appearance would be completely indistinguishable from an ordinary human. I was fooled at first too.”

Xyrin Apostle…

I stared at Silvia, who was introducing her little shop to Visca with a gentle smile. This slow and clumsy person, a Xyrin Apostle?

And to top it off, the same Fallen Apostle Leader who had been such a headache, ambushing each one of us?

What on earth is going on!

“Um, Silvia,” Qianqian approached gingerly, “are you really sure you don’t recognize this little girl?”

Visca immediately joined in, waving in front of Silvia.

“Don’t know her–” Silvia shook her head, “Ah, perhaps you’re friends I made before my last surgery and you’re joking with me? Hehe… Sorry, I really can’t remember… Oh, right, where is this place, and why am I here? I remember being called out by several strangers, and then…”

The silver-haired girl was still rambling in her languid way, but it just made my heart sink further. It seemed that what I thought was the simplest mission of fragment recovery, had now become exceedingly complicated.

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