Chapter 225: Chapter 225 "The Cunning Terry
Looking at the exposed hilt, Chu Feng’s figure flashed, and he smashed down with a punch.
The long sword pinned Sirio’s head to the ground like a nail.
The next second, Chu Feng, who reappeared at his chest, smashed down with his fist mercilessly.
The iron fist, glowing with a shimmering golden light, broke through the breastbone, smashed the flesh, and finally tore open the skin that had lost its luster.
A hole as large as a cauldron directly appeared before Chu Feng’s eyes.
Looking at the heart below, forged from lava, which was still vigorously beating, a glint flashed in his eyes.
With a flip of his palm, the pitch-black Cross Dagger instantly appeared.
"Go!"
Following Chu Feng’s light shout, and with a flick of his wrist, a black light surged out abruptly.
With a SIZZLE, the lengthy dagger had completely entered the other party’s heart.
"What!"
Sirio, who had just freed himself from the Demon Hunting Blade, suddenly felt his heart invaded by a foreign object, along with a peculiarly familiar pain.
In an instant, realizing what that object was, Sirio panicked.
"Pull it out! Pull it out quickly!"
He hurriedly reached for his chest with his still uncoordinated claws, trembling, only to be kicked away by Chu Feng, who was waiting by the side.
"Don’t worry, it will come out on its own in a moment!"
The Cross Dagger that had plunged into Sirio’s heart once again diligently did its job.
The Runes on it lit up in succession, and a mysterious force suddenly appeared.
"No!"
Following Sirio’s resentful scream, a black mist was quickly squeezed out of the giant body beneath Chu Feng’s feet, coalescing into a human form in mid-air.
And this powerful flesh from Hell, amidst the dazzling firelight, crumbled into ashes inch by inch.
In a blink, Sirio, whose dreams had crumbled into nothing, could not withstand the blow and his soul, now a black mist, silently howled, rushing towards Chu Feng.
"Hmph! Courting death!"
With his right palm open, a bright silvery flame suddenly rose.
As Chu Feng willed it, an invisible suction force emerged, pulling the rushing black mist into his palm.
Under the scorching of the Soul Refining Hand Spiritual Fire, Sirio, who had just been crazed, could now only howl in agony.
Hearing this sound, Chu Feng’s tense mood quietly relaxed.
Then, with a casual wave of his hand, the Demon Hunting Blade and Cross Dagger, buried under the thick ashes, returned to his grip.
He caressed the cold blade of the Cross Dagger, examining the dense Mystic Runes on it, and nodded repeatedly. "Indeed, it’s quite the treasure!"
Destroying a branch of the Holy Advent Society and acquiring a peculiar dagger has indeed made this trip worthwhile.
With a flick of his palm, he pocketed both weapons and then turned his gaze in another direction.
Terry, holding his daughter Rachel in his arms, leaned against the wall in the corner, watching Chu Feng approach with a slight smile.
"Mr. Terry, what do you plan to do next?" Chu Feng asked, curious about Terry, who remained lucid.
Living and working normally would be impossible for someone looking as bizarre as him, especially with a daughter in tow.
"Mr. Chu Feng..." Terry lowered his head and tenderly caressed his daughter’s cheek, feeling her increasingly strong heartbeat as a smile surfaced on his face.
"I’m afraid I can’t be with her much longer. But Rachel has awakened, and she even once possessed a Stigma. Her Exorcism Talent definitely far exceeds that of ordinary people."
"Wait a minute! You want me to... be her..." Chu Feng pointed to himself in disbelief.
Terry nodded slowly. "The state our family is in right now is because the federal government leaked Rachel’s information, so she absolutely can’t go back."
After hearing this, Chu Feng waved his hands repeatedly. That old guy with the flat nose certainly has some nerve, trying to make me his daughter’s bodyguard!
Terry wasn’t surprised by the rejection and continued to look into Chu Feng’s eyes as he spoke slowly, "Mr. Chu Feng, the federal government must have offered a very high price to kill me, right?"
Chu Feng hesitated before telling the truth. "Uh... the price was indeed very high! But I have my own principles, and I don’t accept just any job."
"As long as the price is high, that’s good. Now I can rest easy!" Terry smiled, bent down, and kissed his daughter on the forehead as if saying his last goodbye.
CRACK.
A crisp cracking sound suddenly erupted from Terry’s body.
"Mr. Chu Feng, I leave Rachel in your hands!"
After saying these last words to Chu Feng, Terry’s face unexpectedly began to show numerous cracks, as if he were a shattered porcelain doll.
The abrupt turn of events startled Chu Feng, who quickly stepped forward to catch the girl from Terry’s arms.
Terry’s mouth opened and closed silently a few times, and pieces started to flake off from his face.
Although it was difficult, Chu Feng still made out the word the man had said.
"Thank you!"
With a BOOM, Terry, still wearing a smile, instantly turned into a cloud of dust.
"You’ve got to be kidding me!" Chu Feng looked up helplessly at the falling ashes.
This old man has no sense of propriety, forcing this on me!
Looking down at the girl in his arms, his expression grew solemn, and the helplessness on his face quickly disappeared.
He sighed softly and wiped away the teardrop rolling down her cheek.
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「In Europe, within St. Peter’s Basilica in the Vatican.」
"Raziel, do you feel it too?" The Pope, with his graying hair, approached the Angel standing by the window and asked quietly.
"Your Holiness!" Raziel dimmed the golden light in his pupils and slightly bowed to the Pope beside him. "That is the scent of Hell!"
"Has it begun already?"
"No! It’s not time yet. It must just be a restless rascal stirring up trouble."
Hearing this, the Pope pondered for a moment.
"Raziel, do you think that youngster will be able to withstand that day when it comes?"
"That Easterner?" Raziel was somewhat surprised. "He possesses some strength, but... it’s insufficient!"
"The more infamous he becomes in Hell, the quicker he’ll die in the future. The devils in Hell won’t miss any opportunity to please the Demon God!"
"And furthermore..." Raziel’s tone shifted as he suddenly fixed his gaze on the Pope’s eyes. "Your Holiness, the so-called Religious Tribunal of the Holy See, I think it should be disbanded!"
"They have no faith, and the Holy See has no need for their existence any longer!" Raziel took two steps forward, standing directly in front of the Pope.
"Keeping them is a blasphemy to the Holy Father!"
The Pope gazed at Raziel, his deep eyes stirring slightly.
After a long while, he nodded slightly.
"Very well, I think... this might indeed be the right decision!"
"Of course, humanity can only prove their devotion to the Holy Father through their own faith. Those without faith don’t deserve the Holy Father’s mercy!"