Chapter 383 (2/2)
The er a priority Time was of the essence
He appeared out of nowhere in a nearby corner, and his appearance stirred the four priests Each of them slowly opened their eyes, and turned their heads toward Lan Jue However, before they could even see the details of his face the world was upended Everything around thean to swirl and melt until thy had no idea which hich
Lan Jue’s hands swirled around one another then, pushi+ng outward from the center of his chest, a pair of white and black bea beay
The four Adepts felt the and powerful force sent therabbed the golden crystal froh the geht that held it in place He dropped back to the ground, and placed a hand against the rune-etched crucifix
The woroaned pitifully as her body moved of its own accord By some unseen power, she was lifted and detached from the cross The nails in her feet and hands fell away
She collapsed to the ground like a broken thing For a one He rushed to her side, and lifted her in to his ar and pained whimpers filled his ears
The four other Adepts were recovering Shaking the haze from their minds, they looked toward the man and the woman they were responsible for They watched just in ti symbol appear emblazoned on Lan Jue’s back The power spread until his entire body was equal parts black and white
It congealed around him, and just before it looked like it would consuainst the cross
“Boo shock wave ripped passed in all directions They would be feeling that up top, he knew, even if just due to displaced dust The blast sent the four channeling Adepts sprawling once again
There was a flash of silver, and the Moonfiend e Lan Jue alore – the sa the cages as a bolt of electricity to the exit
No trace of the crucifix remained Well, a crater smoldered where it had stood and that was all The hurricane-force blast that tore through was gone as though it had never existed The prisoners had fared ith the cages to protect them, but the inquisitors were a different story None of theh to withstand the blast, which sent them face-first in to the stone walls They lay coh injuries to keep them there a while
By the tily fah the Cathedral
In the inner hall, the els each opened their eyes Constantine was the first to react
“That’s the dungeon alarm,” he cried “The terrorist must have struck there”
Constantine hadn’t even finished, before Metatron was gone in a brilliant flash of golden light The other Archangels followed close behind One after the others, they raced toward the dungeons
The upper echelons of Citadel leadershi+p knew the significance of what they called the Tribunal What went on down there was els
Noas beginning to dawn on theetin the dungeon But what? There were the prisoners… and the Morning Star
Only the ould rise to lead the Citadel, and it was true for all of the Pontiff’s Archangels Now they knehat had eluded theht It was a rescue mission
The stranger had perfor in another to throw off his scent Only in the final moments of his plan, when it may have been too late, was the whole picture revealed
Constantine was overfloith anger The inquisition and its Tribunal were his responsibility The Pontiff’s excursion had forced him here instead of with his ain His pride, the Tribunal, had failed in a matter of moments