Chapter 104: If Not, Then How to Break It
Under the coordinated strike of the Battle Nuns and Star Warriors, the cultists occupying the windmill tower were wiped out within less than two minutes.
Gu Hang didn’t even get a chance to make a move.
He pursed his lips, thinking, “Don’t hog all the kills!”
Even if it was a small-scale battle with few enemies, there should still be some rewards. No matter how small, it’s still something. If they took all the kills, he wouldn’t even get a single Grace Point.
With a sigh, Gu Hang walked forward.
The Star Warriors and Battle Nuns parted slightly, revealing the area they had surrounded.
In the center stood a door, covered with some sort of intricate carvings.
This door likely led to the sealed upper floor of the windmill tower. Beyond that, it should be just the blades of the windmill.
Through Gu Hang’s psionic vision, he could clearly see the stormy dark energy contained within.
He had his suspicions but refrained from speaking, instead casting a questioning glance at Sister Superior Gretel.
Gretel frowned, saying, “This seems to be a solidified sealing spell. I can try to break it.”
Martins glanced at the nearby wall.
“Forget it, it’s sealed as well.”
“Can’t we just force it open?” Martins asked.
Not possessing any psionic talents himself, Martins was aware that the Phoenix Battalion’s gene-seed wasn’t particularly compatible with psionics, making it rare for them to awaken as psionics even during their prime. He still remembered that the last Master Librarian of the battalion’s chapter mostly just loved smashing things with a big hammer.
This kind of mystical psionic decryption method wasn’t his style at all. Brute force and direct destruction were his strengths, which was why he asked.
To his surprise, Gretel replied with a retort, “Then how did you think I planned to break it?”
“… ”
Alright, then.
Without further words, Gretel raised her sacred golden lance and struck at the door inscribed with sealing runes.
The door was surprisingly sturdy. Even though Gretel’s sacred lance possessed anti-magic properties, and she was chanting, invoking the name of the God Emperor, seeking divine blessing, her slash failed to break through.
However, it did manage to create a large hole.
From this hole, dark energy from the storm leaked out wildly. If an ordinary person had been inside, they would’ve been blown away by the fierce winds.
Of course, those standing here had no such issues. This level of wind couldn’t budge them.
Feeling somewhat embarrassed that her first strike didn’t break the seal, Gretel gritted her teeth, let out an angry shout, and struck again.
This time, the seal shattered completely.
The wind grew even wilder, forcing the ordinary nuns to invoke divine blessings just to stay upright; even Gu Hang had to use his psionic energy, employing telekinesis to resist the force of the wind.
The Star Warriors had their own solution… or rather, they didn’t need one at all—their weight alone made them immovable.
On the contrary, they were able to take steps forward, guns raised, charging inside.
This most dangerous task was one they willingly took on.
Wearing the heaviest armor, enduring the fiercest blows—that was the expectation.
And endure they did.
A wind bullet exploded on the frontmost Phoenix warrior.
The force was no joke.
The Star Warrior was blown off balance.
Right behind him, Martins advanced, firing his boltgun as he charged.
This time, no more wind bullets came.
After he broke through the first line of fire, the others followed close behind. The Star Warrior who had been knocked down by the wind bullet also struggled to his feet, looking no worse for wear, albeit a bit disheveled.
Gu Hang was the last to enter.
Lifting his head, he saw what their enemies looked like.
Inside, there were only two people.
One of them wore a gray robe, with an exaggeratedly muscular physique, standing over two meters tall, only slightly shorter than the Star Warriors.
This was a particularly burly warlock, and Gu Hang immediately assessed his power level, comparable to his own strength at LV3.
Such power was barely enough to knock down a Star Warrior with a wind bullet, but that was its limit. When they had broken through the door, the person behind it had likely been gathering energy in preparation for an attack. His full-force strike merely left the Phoenix warrior looking disheveled, yet the warrior quickly stood again, ready for another round.
In a direct confrontation, even after an ambush like that, the Phoenix warrior would have torn the warlock and his storm shield to shreds with a burst of boltgun fire.
However, it wasn’t just one boltgun firing.
What Gu Hang saw instead was a wall of wind standing between the Battle Nuns and the Star Warriors. The bolts exploded upon impact, bursting against the wind wall.
Flashes of fire and smoke scattered, swirling through the wind wall and even lifting the ceiling, but they couldn’t break through to the figures behind it.
Through the flaring lights, Gu Hang caught sight of the true enemy behind the large gray-robed figure.
It was an elderly man in a black robe with golden trim over a white underlayer. His ornate belt buckle was set with tiny blue gemstones that emitted a faint glow; he wore an enormous amulet, encrusted with fragments of blue gems, across his chest; and his tall black hat was also adorned with gemstones.
Among the fragments of gemstones on his various accessories, powerful stormy dark energy flowed. His own form, in Gu Hang’s psionic vision, was as blinding as lightning deep within a storm.
Gu Hang realized immediately that he could not underestimate this opponent.
Even though he was already at LV5, this black-robed elder was far more powerful than himself as a psionic.
Behind him stood a native “god” of Fury Owl Planet.
Although, often what people called “gods” were just particularly powerful beings. But to earn such a title implied the entity possessed certain “demonic” qualities—able to receive worship, able to bestow blessings.
No matter how weak a native god might be, it was still a god.
And the black-robed elder before him was a direct recipient of divine power, an emissary of the god.
The psionic glow from the elder nearly blinded Gu Hang.
The wind wall he summoned could perfectly withstand the fierce assault of thirteen boltguns, which proved his power beyond a doubt.
Gu Hang recalled the intelligence the Battle Nuns had gathered, which mentioned the title of the cult leader:
Original High Priest, Trico.