Chapter 223 I'm sorry... Madam

"The Holy Lance!"

Evelyn's expression changed.

She immediately activated her ability, trying to gain distance and retrieve her weapon.

But on the ground, a large wooden hand was faster than her, gripping the gun handle tightly.

It's Lyon!

sizzle...

The Holy Lance is a sacred object that subdues darkness.

The moment Leon's corrupted demonic hand touched the gun handle, it sizzled like roasting meat, and white smoke billowed out.

"ah!!!"

Lyon roared in agony, a pain that seemed to burn his very soul.

But he did not let go.

He gripped the gun tightly, his whole body trembling, his scarlet eyes flashing with a mad and complex light.

And in that brief moment of delay...

Void fluctuations.

[Theranos] reappeared beside Evelyn.

Having lost her weapon and severely wounded, Evelyn could only desperately stealthily escape once more.

[Seranosh] did not pursue.

It hovered in mid-air, looking down at Lyon.

"You're very good..."

A grand, cold voice resounded directly in Lyon's mind.

It was quite satisfied with its loyal servant.

So it raised its finger and tapped it gently.

A wisp of pure mist flew from its fingertip and entered Lyon's body.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

Leon's shoulder, shattered by a bullet, and his hand, burned by the Holy Lance, were instantly healed!

After doing all this.

[Seranosh] slowly turned around.

Those chaotic eyes locked onto Evelyn in the distance once more.

It needs to deal with this troublesome bug first.

It raised its hand, and the black thorns were aimed at Evelyn.

The shadow of death completely enveloped Evelyn.

But just then...

puff...

A very soft, yet extremely abrupt sound rang out.

It was like a sharp blade piercing through leather.

[Seranosh] The motion of preparing to swing suddenly stopped.

For the first time, a hint of...confusion appeared in its chaotic eyes.

It slowly lowered its head.

A golden spear tip was seen emerging from its chest.

At the tip of the spear, blazing white flames were burning wildly, scorching its sacred body.

[Seranosh] turned to the side and looked behind him.

There stood Lyon, whom it had just healed and whom it regarded as its most loyal servant.

At this moment, he was gripping the [Holy Lance - Scorching Sun's Lament] tightly with both hands, maintaining a posture of full-force thrust!

His hands were already raw from the scalding of the holy spear, revealing the stark white bones beneath.

But his eyes were clearer than ever before.

No longer the fanatical believer, nor the mad tree demon.

It is one person.

A player who has struggled in this desperate town for over twenty years...

Why...?

The fluctuations in [Seranosh]'s consciousness were filled with bewilderment.

It doesn't understand.

Why would a believer who sacrificed the entire town's residents to awaken it betray it at this moment?

Sheriff Lyon did not answer.

His eyes, which were originally as black as ink and filled with fanaticism, had now regained their clarity.

Those complex, painful emotions that belong to humanity returned to his eyes.

He looked at the lofty figure before him, then glanced at Evelyn in the distance.

Long-forgotten memories flooded his mind like a tide.

Ten years ago, on a night.

Sheriff Ryan and Lady Evelyn resolutely stepped into the fog to save all the players.

He, as Ryan's most trusted lieutenant, betrayed them at the last moment out of fear and seduced by the whispers of the Divine Tree, becoming a vessel for the Divine Tree.

It was he who, at the meeting the following morning, personally turned Sheriff Lane and Mrs. Evelyn into tree demons.

It was he who personally pushed this town into the abyss.

For the past ten years, he has lived in a false memory, under the control of the divine tree, thinking himself the guardian of this place, but in reality, he is a sinner through and through!

And just now.

When his hand grasped the holy spear called "The Scorching Sun's Lament".

The divine power contained within the Holy Lance not only scorched his flesh but also pierced the fog in his mind, restoring him to a brief state of clarity.

At this moment, Evelyn returned the memories she had stolen from Leon to him.

That's why what just happened occurred.

"I am not your servant..."

Lyon's voice was hoarse, yet it carried an unprecedented firmness.

He raised his head, looked directly into Seranosh's angry eyes, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

"I am... the sheriff of Misty Town."

"My duty... is to protect this place!"

"Die, Seranosh!!"

boom!

Leon roared and unhesitatingly activated the strongest skill in the Holy Lance.

"Divine Punishment Piercing!!"

Om-!

The red spear suddenly burst forth with a light even more dazzling than the sun.

A miniature, blazing white sun condensed at the tip of the spear, then expanded instantly, completely engulfing the figures of Seranos and Lyon!

A terrifying storm of light and heat swept across the entire area around the sacred tree.

in the light.

The figure of the Lyon police chief is rapidly disappearing.

In his final moments, he struggled to turn his head, his gaze passing over the sea of fire to look at Evelyn in the distance.

His lips moved, as if to say:

"I'm sorry... Madam."

next second.

His figure then completely melted into the sky full of light.

Evelyn gazed silently at Leon, who had turned to ashes, her heart churning with mixed emotions.

All of this was part of the plan.

But once Leon's soul completely falls into darkness, all his plans will be in vain.

She looked at the avatar of Theranos, now reduced to ashes and pierced by the Holy Lance, and murmured softly, her voice almost inaudible:

"Is everything... over?"

Suddenly, Evelyn felt a sharp pain in her chest.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and her body froze on the spot.

She slowly lowered her head, staring blankly at a blood-stained hand that had pierced through her chest.

Seranosh... is still alive.

Not far away.

Lin Hui's pupils dilated suddenly as he saw a figure slowly pulling out a hand behind Evelyn.

The figure was wearing a retro black police uniform, had a slightly high hairline, and sported two neatly trimmed mustaches. A silver police badge was pinned to his chest.

He was Officer Carl.

Like Inspector Lyon, Karl is also a backup container for Seranoche.

【Seranosh】descended upon Karl's body, which was a useful vessel, through underground tree roots.

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