Above The Sky
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306: Chapter 289: Bishop White Mist (3/3) 306: Chapter 289: Bishop White Mist (3/3) “Yes, just like that, keep going—we attack the matron, and it doesn’t matter if we hit the Crystal Dragon too!”

Master Gossay was highly spirited.

Although their main target was the matron, in reality, he was very aware that all magical beasts were enemies to them Humans—not to mention that the Crystal Dragon seemed to be helping them by attacking the matron, but that didn’t mean they were allies.

Once the matron was defeated, they would have to wait and see if the Crystal Dragon would scatter their ashes as well.

“Wait a minute!”

However, Ian suddenly spoke up to warn them.

He had a premonition of extreme danger; the youth turned his head towards the direction where the People of the Fiery Flame Land had been and alarm bells went off in his mind: “Someone is coming from there …

they’re strong, extremely strong!”

“Not just one!

There are two—Who is Patrick fighting with?

He activated his Aether Armament and is still being suppressed?!”

In the Foresight View, two deep blue mists led a group of thick white mists in a fierce battle with a dim light purple mist and a group of grey, white, and blue mists from the direction of the Fiery Flame Land’s special forces team.

All in all, the fight was still evenly matched.

But just a moment ago, a deep purple mist suddenly emerged, overlapping with another deep purple mist…

This was obviously Patrick and the Ether Armament: Dark Splendor Strain.

He seemed to be fighting someone, coming all the way here, being suppressed, and in a sorry state.

And the mists following closely behind were mixed with green and purple, obviously at the peak of the Second Energy Level, just a magic potion away from the Third Energy Level!

“This feeling…”

Ian’s eyes widened, and Master Gossay and Yisen Gard by his side also lifted their heads with solemn expressions.

The old man also sensed something wrong in the distance, while the youth was merely alerted by a simple bloodline premonition.

“Is it White Mist?”

“It’s Bishop White Mist!”

At the same time.

“Damn it…

What is Ailes thinking, not coming in by himself and instead, sending you, Bishop Huai Guang, into the ruins?!”

In a cloud of dust, Patrick who thought he wouldn’t face much danger or rivals inside the ruins encountered an opponent who could completely suppress him—an old man with all white hair and so plainly dressed he could be considered poor.

After eluding the Gargantuan Eel, the blond noble had been trying to track the source of the Brain-Eating Parasites.

Just as Yisen Gard could tell that the Brain-Eating Parasites had a stimulating effect on the Eclipsing Light Refining Dragon, Patrick could see it too; thus, he decided to head to their hive and see exactly what thing had bred such a wonderful yet malicious creature.

But shortly into his exploration, Patrick encountered the White Mist Bishop who had also been tracking the parasites and even purifying them along the way.

After a brief exchange, the outcome was obvious.

He was retreating helplessly.

Of course, saying he was retreating might seem a bit of an exaggeration.

With the Dark Splendor Strain activated, Patrick could actually confront Bishop White Mist directly and even manage to suppress him slightly with the diversity of his abilities, but he didn’t really intend to fight to the death with this Bishop Huai Guang in the underground ruins.

After all, his goal was still to find Yisen…

whether it was crippling his potential so he could only stay in this South Ridge Town, or to kill him, and then get killed by either Ailes or Teacher Gossay himself…

he had to make a choice.

Ian was right, he had no other choice long ago; it was just because of his half-hearted resolution that he was hesitating.

Thinking this, Patrick’s gaze sharpened, and the man covered in black carapace suddenly made a swift sword thrust like a roaring thunder towards the blurry figure in the dust.

“It has nothing to do with Viscount Grant.”

But the figure merely raised a hand, and with a ‘clang’ of metallic tremor, Patrick’s rapier was shocked aside.

The white-haired old man stepped out of the dust, his hands covered by a pair of black metallic gauntlets, his voice aged but indifferent echoing in the cave: “Various reports indicate that the pre-era ruins in the Southern Sea pose an ecological threat great enough to threaten the entire Southern Peaks of the South Sea, with its threat level even surpassing the ‘catastrophe’ of the former Dawnlight City, nearing ‘Apocalypse’.”

“I came to this place not to serve Viscount Grant, but because the Light of Huai Guang is indeed needed to purge the vile and protect the weak.”

The old man spoke without pause, and his hands were just as relentless.

With a set of exquisite boxing techniques coupled with sturdy vambraces, he actually managed to force Patrick, who was wielding a sword, to retreat half a step before closing in and sending him flying with a body check: “Patrick, you are suspected of murdering your own nephew.

As a member of the Setar Empire with the authority to enforce the law, I am obliged to abide by the local laws and apprehend you.”

The old man was not as tall as Patrick, not to mention the latter was wearing the Dark Splendor Strain.

But by merely standing there, the old man caused visible distortions of Life Essence in the air around him, as if a furnace, baking everything nearby with pure heat of life, even creating semi-transparent ripples.

“All of you from the Huai Guang Church are a bunch of hard-headed, stubborn people…”

Having risen back to his feet, Patrick was uninjured, but he understood that the combat prowess of the elder in front of him was far superior to his own.

The man said with a wary tone, “The battle with the Magical Beasts over there is at its peak.

Are you sure you don’t want to deal with that problem instead of focusing on giving me trouble?”

“It’s not about being obstinate, it’s about adhering to the creed.”

The tone of the Bishop of White Mist was very calm.

He didn’t show any emotional upheaval in response to Patrick’s words, but still, there was an awe-inspiring, frightening aura about him: “You’re right.

Among the Magical Beasts entangled in battle ahead, there should be one that is my target for this mission.

After I find it, I will take action to deal with it.”

“But currently, I am still battling you…”

Before he could finish speaking, Patrick turned and bolted, dashing towards the area of the intense battle with the Magical Beasts like a bolt of lightning.

——Still battling me, huh?

Then I’ll just avoid the fight entirely!

The Bishop of White Mist could only pause, and along the way even delivered a punch to the Giant Golden Centipede.

The subtle vibrations penetrated the inner workings of the giant construct, causing it to collapse on the spot for several seconds before slowly rising again.

As for the special combat team from the Fiery Flame Land, they trembled fearfully, unsure of what to do.

Fortunately for them, the Giant Golden Centipede, now even more ferocious after recovering, took care of that problem for them.

For Ian and the others, the arrival of Patrick and the Bishop of White Mist indeed complicated matters by more than just a notch.

Their presence even caused the battling forces, including the Crystal Dragon, Gargantuan Eel, and Brain-Eater Matron, a moment of hesitation, but the outcome was rather unexpected——the two integrated into the battlefield quite smoothly.

It seemed that the Bishop of White Mist came specifically to exterminate the Brain-Eater Matron and suppress the Crystal Dragon.

It appeared he already knew of these two Behemoths’ existence or rather, had known that there would be two extremely powerful creatures here.

Although the old man’s attributes and True Form Bloodline Inheritance were completely indiscernible, he was still capable of launching attacks on all the Magical Beasts using nothing more than his physical art and bursts of Pure Origin.

If one had to mention it, the potential of his Inheritance was at least starting from the Fourth Energy Level.

For a moment, including Patrick, all the Second Tier Powerhouses present felt as if they were being suppressed by this one man alone…

of course, that wasn’t really possible.

As soon as the Crystal Dragon roared and spent a portion of its power to launch an offensive against the Bishop of White Mist, the Gargantuan Eel and the Matron similarly manipulated water currents, emitting radiant flames and thunder, seeking to suppress this sudden formidable adversary.

Even the Bishop of White Mist had to retract his power to defend.

The situation had not changed; the stalemate persisted, only now the battle became even more chaotic.

“Why?”

Even Ian was baffled, expressing his confusion: “Why doesn’t the Bishop of White Mist first eliminate the Matron before dealing with the other Magical Beasts, instead of simultaneously targeting the Crystal Dragon and the Matron, and even including Patrick?”

“The same goes the other way around; wouldn’t it be more reasonable to deal with Patrick first and then combat the Magical Beasts?”

“No!”

Master Gossay noticed something, looked up at the rocks overhead, and spoke in a hushed tone, “The Bishop of White Mist is controlling the battlefield to push it away from this ravine!”

“Ian, look, the shell of the rock is about to collapse!”