“Hey, hey! Do not sleep! Wake up!”
Constantine looked at Ling, who had almost fallen into a coma, and anxiously shook her body, but unfortunately, he was only a priest.
He did not know medicine, nor first aid.
Even watching Ling’s life slip away before him, he had no way at all.
But he could not lose his only helper here.
He needed Ling’s help, and also needed the Special Task Force’s help.
How ironic.
Clearly a cult leader, yet now he still had to seek the police’s help.
But all his people were here.
As long as the moon was here, then he could not possibly have other helpers.
But if there was no moon, then the Eternal Night ritual could not be carried out at all either…
But even if the moon was here, if the ritual’s vessel was switched to another mark, then everything he had done would also be useless.
It seemed they had fallen into a dead end?
Should he blame these police for ruining his good work?
Should he also blame himself for not thinking that a traitor had appeared in the church?
But what use was thinking about these things now?
He seemed to have no way at all.
…No, that was not right.
There was still a way.
He needed helpers.
Any helper would do.
The Special Task Force did not only have Ling.
There was also Pasa.
As long as he found Pasa, then everything still had a chance.
Yes, it was not truly a hopeless situation yet.
Everything still had a chance to be saved.
Constantine habitually drew a cross on his chest.
Looking at Ling, who had completely fallen into a coma because of excessive blood loss, he directly carried her on his back and left the church without looking back.
At this moment, the night had already fallen.
The original moon also slowly rose, adding some light to the dark streets, and also illuminating the road ahead for Constantine.
But he did not know where to go, nor did he know where he could find Pasa.
Ling’s blood dyed his clothes red, and her breathing also became weaker and weaker, as if everything was about to reach its end at this moment.
A clap of thunder suddenly exploded in the sky.
The bright moon that had just risen was also covered by dark clouds at this moment, and a storm was brewing within.
That was not the power belonging to Eternal Night.
The rain representing death would soon fall.
“…May the Lord bless me…”
He once again prayed to the sky, praying that he could find a new way to break the situation, and also praying that this heavy rain would not submerge everything, praying that someone else in the world would come to save it.
After all, he was only a priest, and could never become humanity’s savior.
“Hey.”
An ordinary voice suddenly sounded behind him.
A slender figure had at some unknown point come behind him, and a strangely shaped vintage hand cannon was also pressed against his head.
“Where are you taking her?”
“…Who are you?”
Constantine looked at the young girl before him, deeply impressed by her long golden hair, but more important was the figure following behind her.
Pasa.
“Pasa!”
“You know him?”
Igris turned around and looked at Pasa, but Pasa did not answer Igris.
Instead, he directly placed Ling, who was on his back, on the ground and checked her breathing.
“Still alive, but very weak.”
“Excessive blood loss? You did it?”
The weapon in Igris’s hand pointed at Constantine, and this priest also hurriedly shook his head.
“No, it was not me. It was… Derrien. He turned into a monster, attacked us, and was preparing to summon the deep sea ritual. It was him. Everything was done by him.”
At a time like this, shifting all the blame onto someone else was not a bad thing either.
At least the other party could bear this sin.
“Derrien?” Igris raised her eyebrows and looked toward Pasa.
Pasa and Derrien were old acquaintances.
If he really had the motive to do this kind of thing, there was no reason Pasa would not know.
“I do not know, but Ling is badly injured. If not treated in time, her life will be in danger.”
“Leave it to me. You two go deal with that ritual. Clown, remember to protect everyone.”
“A friend of a friend is a friend!”
The clown laughed excitedly and looked toward the dazed Constantine.
“Very pleased to meet you!”
“…I am also very pleased.”
Although Constantine knew the clown, it was obvious that the clown had not been summoned by him.
Then everything was very clear.
The so-called cult activities were indeed being carried out in this city.
The mastermind of it all was this priest, Constantine.
They believed in the night and tried to use a ritual to drag the town into eternal night.
And Derrien, having learned of the so-called cult activities, had set his sights on the ritual site they had been preparing for so long, seemingly using it to carry out a ritual to call the deep sea, that is, the mark on Chrisuna’s body. Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping . com.
Chrisuna had been here for less than three months, and Derrien had also not been here for long.
Clearly, he had set his sights on the mark on Chrisuna’s body, and it happened that there were conditions here that met everything.
And through unknown means, he had turned part of the people originally under Constantine into defectors, carrying out this other ritual built upon the original ritual.
So cultists, as expected, had no normal people.
“Where do we need to go to find him?!” Constantine still had no direction.
Otherwise he would not have been pacing around here.
“I know! Of course I know! That coral, He likes coral the most!” The clown was especially reliable, directly stating their destination, the only bar in this small town.
The Rotten Coral Bar.
“You two go first. I will catch up in a moment.”
Pasa nodded, said nothing, and went with the clown and Constantine toward the bar.
Ling’s injuries were indeed serious, but not to the point of being beyond saving.
It was only because of excessive blood loss that her life might be in danger.
Igris did not hesitate.
She directly tore off her sleeve, pressed it against Ling’s wound, and tightly bandaged it.
Stopping the bleeding was a very important step, but she had no means to directly stop the bleeding.
She could only temporarily close the wound as much as possible, and then think of a way to deal with other injuries.
However, because Ling’s wound was not a cut wound, the thing truly posing a great threat to her body was also not that seemingly terrifying wound.
Igris only hated that her title could not be used on Ling.
Otherwise, just lighting a fire would probably make her immediately lively again.
Unfortunately, she had no medical titles at all.
Even if she could perform first emergency treatment, without any usable medicine, Ling’s death would only be a matter of time.
But it seemed that as if hearing Igris’s self-talk, a cold voice, yet one that made Igris feel especially warm, popped out in her mind.
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[You have performed simple wound treatment on your companion, but you know that your ability can do more than just this. Obtained title: Emergency Treatment. ——Your treatment of companions can keep them at their last breath, at least preventing them from dying because their injuries are too severe. Limited to once per day, cannot be used on yourself. Note: Are you doing a little emergency treatment? Just one bandage, even if he only has half a body left, can let him see tomorrow’s sun.]
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Igris felt this title should not be called Emergency Treatment.
It should be called Medical Saint.
As long as one was not dead, one life could be preserved.
It was simply too exaggerated.
If every title was this powerful, then she probably really could go back to the sea and spar with that fellow from before.
Of course, she was only thinking about it.
After all, no one would complain about living too long.
It seemed the title had taken effect.
Ling, who had just looked like she was about to die, suddenly opened her eyes and looked toward Igris, who was treating her wound.
“It is good to see you.”
Hearing Ling’s voice, Igris lightly tapped her forehead.
“It will not be too late to say that after we finish dealing with everything.”