How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 341 Friendly Force Identification
The situation is much more difficult than expected, Debbie thought.

Relying on his reaction and physical ability enhanced by the magic, he successfully avoided the demon's first attack. While Sevatar was running out of the door, he also quickly pulled an "Angel Relic" with almost the same spiritual quality and strength as the enemy into the battlefield through alien communication - but at the moment when the "real" enemy was shocked by the "shouldn't exist" life outside the field, Debit realized: it would be difficult for him to win.

Of course, if the situation could be maintained in a one-on-one situation, he could rely on the angel relics that could be replenished at any time to maintain the war of attrition for a long time, until the opponent's energy supply was exhausted or the etheric form showed a flaw. But obviously, the current battlefield would not remain stable in this state: not to mention that the barrier he created relying on the existence of the church itself was only a temporary measure, there were still hundreds of human souls inside the church who were not sure whether they were innocent but could definitely become food for the devil.

In the past experience of this universe, a few hundred mortal souls who did nothing might not be enough for any Great Keeper to fill their teeth. This level of sacrifice could not even stabilize a subspace domain that was stable enough for them to exist, let alone the Charasi Demon Disaster that was carefully crafted by Slaanesh himself. But that was only because in this world where the Age of Gods lingered, all wizards who used the power of the subspace at their fingertips had the common problem of unconsciously wasting it. For the Heroic Spirits summoned by Chaldea, the ether contained in a few hundred souls could easily allow even third-rate Servants to break the barrier currently covering the church - and then things would naturally become endless, and there were still about 300,000 defenseless living people in the outside world, waiting to be feasted on.

The summoning in front of us was obviously a subtle imitation and adaptation of the Fate Summoning System. The Chaos Demons not only found a method to deploy the most advanced elite units of the Demon Army into reality almost silently (compared to the huge ceremony with a large crowd of people in the past) without opening a stable subspace rift, but also successfully copied the artificial etheric shell of the Heroic Servants, avoiding the reality's rejection of them without forcibly weakening the curtain's strength. In this case, it is more reasonable to infer that the other party has also become "thrifty" in the way they use etheric energy, just like modern magicians who are forced to be "thrifty" by the gradual reduction of mysteries.

Next, Debit realized that the Chaos Forces' complete analysis of the Fate Summoning System might have exceeded his and Fujimaru Ritsuka's original expectations: his power of control allowed him to realize, when he locked his sights on Xia La Xi Mo Zai, that this "thing" had a "class".

Berserker, a class that is obviously more suitable for bloodthirsty demons who swing weapons furiously, was forced on the Great Keeper who should be dancing lightly on the battlefield. This may be a simple punishment, or it may be some tactical intention. Debit has no time to think about it in detail - in fact, he has almost no room for thinking, because the battlefield between Xia Laxi Demon Disaster and an angel relic of almost the same size is really not a place where people can think quietly.

The rapid attack and defense between the two forced Debit to retreat, lest he be hit by the sudden splash of rubble and then die tragically. In fact, even though it was not the real body that descended, but was summoned here as a Servant with a class system, Xaraxi was still covered with Chaos pollution that could instantly corrupt a weak-willed mortal just by existing. The strong wind and aftermath it brought when it swung its blade and crab claws were enough to kill any human who dared to appear near it without protection. There is no need to know the name, title, and identity of Xaraxi Demon Disaster, anyone who sees it fight can easily understand its power.

However, the Berserker class's berserker state is a technique that increases the basic stats of the summoned at the cost of depriving them of their rationality. In Debit's opinion, this should be used to strengthen Heroic Spirits with weak combat power, but for those Heroic Spirits who are already strong enough, depriving them of their rationality to increase a dispensable basic stat is really not worth the loss. Considering that he and Fujimaru Ritsuka had reached a consensus on "Tzeentch must have been involved in this matter" the last time they were on the Claw of Destruction, Debit did not think that the forces of Chaos would make such a big mistake on such a problem that could be understood with a little speculation.

Of course, it is possible that the blue mollusk had another plan when casting this spell, but one should not be so blindly optimistic on the battlefield. The Empire's extravagant religious style has always made the interior of the church very spacious, but such a space is still too cramped for two huge monsters with huge bodies and strengths to match.

In the twelfth second when the angel relic and Xia Lasi Demon Disaster faced each other, the large arch at the edge of the room, which was more than four meters high and could easily allow a Leman Rust tank to enter, collapsed completely under the high-speed cutting of the scimitar and the heavy pressure of the massive body, and part of the surrounding walls also broke and shattered. The uneven fractures and slowly falling pieces looked like a piece of digestive biscuits that had been broken. The graceful limbs of the Great Secret Keeper, who was slender in proportion but more than five meters tall, were hidden in the dust. Two human-like arms held the scimitar and shield, and two other crab-like limbs were waving gracefully in the air. The huge figure of the demon stunned the state church priests who came after hearing the noise. These people were the staff who were here to maintain the operation of the church. At this moment, their bodies were frozen here, not because they were tempted by the desire gauze given by the demon wearing the six rings, but simply because they were shocked by the defilement of the sacred place - but they could no longer have the next idea.

Before the smoke and dust cleared, revealing the true appearance of the Xarasi Demonic Disaster and its indescribable opponent to these loyal but fragile mortals, a .45 caliber revolver bullet had already accurately hit the leader's forehead, and mercilessly opened a large hole when it passed through the back of the head. Blood and brain matter spurted out of the poor man's head like squeezed lemon juice, and the bullet hole was surrounded by a flash of golden light that was extremely difficult to detect but did exist. When the leader's soul left his dead body and boarded the express train to the Golden Throne with the help of the magic-sanctified bullet, the second bullet had already mercilessly pierced the second believer's forehead.

Perhaps this is why, as magicians, Debit and Fujimaru Ritsuka, without ever communicating with each other, both tacitly chose to transform revolvers into magic gifts for combat assistance: they have a simple structure, the types of projectiles that can be fired are not very strict, they can also be easily modified or enchanted, and most importantly, they can easily check the type of bullets in the cylinder at any time, and load and unload bullets according to tactical choices.

There was another explosion in the smoke and dust, and the violent and chaotic airflow stirred up countless fast-flowing vortices in the dust. The angel relic and the Great Keeper of Secrets were once again in a fierce battle around the broken door and wall, and Debit also accurately killed four faithful but unfortunate believers of the state religion at this time - the souls of two returned to the Golden Throne under the influence of magic, and the souls of the other two were more unfortunate because their faith was not pure enough, and they were directly burned to death by the magic attached to the bullets. It is difficult to define the act of forcibly depriving others of their lives as "good", but compared with the endings of the soul being taken into the Slaanesh Demon Realm or becoming a dish that can provide energy for Shalasi Demon Disaster, it seems that dying before realizing what really happened can be regarded as a good ending.

Logically, the first to appear here should be the two Blood Angels Space Marines who were responsible for vigilance and guarding, not the four state priests. Debit didn't know why things turned out this way, and he didn't really care - while trying to control the Angel Relics and trying to prevent the battlefield from quickly approaching the direction where Archbishop Trolipo's entourage was being concentrated, Debit quickly opened the magazine, threw away all the shells along with the two unused bullets, and directly pressed six new enchanted bullets into the previously set loader.

This time, he will try to target Xia La Xi Mo Zai.
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"Hmph, Lanmalok, you're always so quick to act." Sevatar complained in a sly tone, "You always bring me countless troubles."

The Primaris Space Marines might be faster, stronger, and larger than these Firstborn, but apart from the last point, Sevatar could only say regretfully: I don't feel anything.

Perhaps he himself was a little over the upper limit among the Astartes, perhaps the modified Iron Cavalry Terminator armor on him was more powerful than the MK10 on the opponent, or perhaps it was because he still possessed a little psychic power that could be used to cheat - in short, he was now standing in front of a large room on the side of the church. He didn't care what this room was originally or would be used for. He only knew that it was empty now and was currently holding some of Archbishop Trolipo's "more important" entourage.

In addition, two Blood Angels Primaris Space Marines who were in charge of this makeshift prison were lying in front of the door - they were not dead, but it would probably be difficult for them to get up from the ground for a while.

Sevatar admitted that their skulls (not helmets) were indeed hard, but he still managed to show the non-existent audience that he was still in good shape and still had enough experience in personally creating some concussion symptoms that were not fatal but enough to hinder movement. "I'm really sorry, my red cousins." He said this insincerely, and these words were filtered by the helmet into a terrible sound like nails scratching on a blackboard, "but in this time-sensitive situation, it is obviously more efficient to spend thirty seconds to let you lie on the ground for ten minutes than to spend ten minutes peacefully and friendly to explain the whole thing."

Sevatar didn't care what the Blood Angels were cursing at the spot - when you know that you can not only make these two people lie on the ground in impotence and rage within thirty seconds, but also can make them both beheaded within five seconds, the barking of the losers can only serve as a harmless comedy, not worth paying attention to at all. He ignored it, stepped forward and split open the door, and while the mortals inside screamed in horror because of the violence happening in front of them, he loudly declared:
"Which of you is 'Leacock'? I want him here before me at once!"

The armed blood slaves who were brought by the Blood Angels to maintain order in the room shouted to maintain order, and pointed their weapons at the rebellious Astartes who suddenly appeared. Not everyone in the Blood Angels Chapter Monastery knew that Fujimaru Ritsuka had a nest of bats on his ship. Although the blood slaves were well-trained, it was a pity that the ordinary laser rifles in their hands could not do anything except burn a few red spots on Sevatar's ceramic steel armor. The captain of the first company of the Night Lords was still like fear itself, advancing unstoppably into the prisoners. Seeing this, the panic of the priests in the room became more serious. Many of them were already reciting prayers from religious scriptures in anger caused by stress. Obviously, they did not notice that although Sevatar was called a "rebellious Astartes" from the past to the present, he had nothing to do with Chaos.

"I am not here to cause a conflict - who among you is 'Leacock'?" he repeated the question. "Bring him before me. It is the only one I seek."

This is a little psychological trick - noble people are always a minority, betrayal caused by self-preservation is always common in the community, and specific demands made after mental pressure are easier to implement. Among the Night Lords, these things are not even entry-level, but they are always effective.

Perhaps because the priests in this room were all potential blasphemers whose loyalty was questionable, or perhaps because the two masters the blood slaves really served were still alive, these mortal armed forces did not immediately enter the state of desperate attack, and were even willing to study what Sevatar was doing. After they realized that the laser gun could not really cause damage to the Iron Knight Terminator, and the rebellious Astartes wrapped in the Terminator armor did not show any intention of fighting back against them, the gunfire gradually stopped. Half of the blood slaves began to move towards the door, trying to check the condition of the fallen Blood Angels; the other half remained in place, but were obviously in a wait-and-see attitude, and did not hinder or help Sevatar's behavior of standing there and speaking.

But these words still caused unrest among the prisoners. Although the missionaries and priests of the state religion had received a certain degree of armed training, they were not warriors after all - noble people were always a minority, and betrayal caused by self-preservation was always common in the community. There would always be people with more fragile spirits who would not be able to withstand the pressure first and become the informer.

Fifty seconds after Sevatar entered the room, Leacock himself did not appear, but his location and features were called out by an unknown person cowering in the corner. Before the Night Lord turned his head and locked his eyes on this person, the red laser flashed, and the person who might be "Leacock" had already fallen under the blood slave's precise shooting, and his soul died happily. Only a small burnt hole in his heart was left, with a little green smoke coming out, and there was not even much bleeding.

This made sense. As the guards of the prisoners, the blood slaves present must have memorized the names and faces of everyone in the room. When Sevita mentioned "Likok", they had already locked onto the target in silence, which was also normal.

If he came here to find a specific person in order to take him away to satisfy some other specific purpose, then the blood slave's decisive shooting would undoubtedly be an obstacle that would make his success in vain. From this perspective, the Blood Angels trained their servants very well - but Sevatar was not angry at all, he just turned around and effortlessly found the mortal who was responsible for the shooting, who was obviously determined to die, and then nodded politely:

"Thank you, this saves me a lot of trouble." After all, there was no time for interrogation this time, he just came here to kill people.

If he had enough time, he would have liked to enjoy the other party's emotional transformation from astonishment, disbelief, and then anger after gradually understanding the facts - unfortunately, he didn't have time. Sevatar strode towards the body of the dead man amid the screams of the scattered prisoners, and asked Jeanne Alter in her thoughts: "I can't tell whether a dead person is a 'magician'. I didn't have time to ask just now, can the so-called 'Master' be distinguished by appearance?"

"In theory, yes." Jeanne Alter replied, "Masters must have Command Seals, which are the red things on the back of Ritsuka's hand. The shape is not necessarily the same, Depp has some on his hand too."

"Must it be on the hands?" Sevatar's eyes fell on the clean white backs of the corpse's hands - both of them.

"It doesn't seem so. Wasn't the guy next door also on his back before - what are you *French swear* doing all of a sudden?!"

Sevatar didn't answer. He leaned over and tore off the robe on the corpse without hesitation. He picked up the dead man and quickly checked almost every inch of his skin: "Do you think it's possible that the mark is on the inside of the skin? I can peel the skin quickly."

It was not Jeanne Alter who answered him, but forty-six seconds after Leacock was confirmed dead, a deafening roar was heard again under the specially designed acoustic structure of the church:
Xia La Xi Mo Zai, apparently did not retreat from reality with someone's death. Licock was not the possible master.

(End of this chapter)