The subtle space fluctuation would never escape the perception of that Duke from the Nopheler Family.
But once that space fluctuation arrived, Nock's teleportation had already begun.
This Bloodline Duke didn't lock onto him beforehand, and there was no way he could stop it in ti.
So he simply ignored Nock.
This scene was also witnessed by Bro.
Seeing this scene, Bro's face grew increasingly grim; his heart was both anxious and angry.
He never expected that Nock would have such a valuable item in his possession.
He desperately wanted to escape from here, but it seed like there was no other target left to divert the Nopheler Family Duke's attention.
Because he was the only Saint Realm Advanced cultivator of the Holy See here.
Additionally, he harbored so resentnt towards Nock. Since you have sothing that can help us escape from here, why not take it out earlier and share with everyone, instead of fleeing alone?
It was only at this mont that he rembered Nock's identity might be unusual.
Because when Nock was suddenly transferred to the Heresy Court before, it seed abrupt and strange, but there had been no orders from above for special treatnt.
Moreover, after several months, apart from so weakness and timidity, well, and less communication with other clergy, exhibiting a rather aloof personality, he seed not to have anything special?
However, his cultivation in Holy Power was exceptionally refined, his magic far stronger than an ordinary Bishop, his power already approaching that of a Middle Rank Bishop.
Bishop-level clergy is not only a title of status but also a symbol of strength within the Holy See.
Bro, as an Advanced Deacon of the Heresy Court, was also referred to as a High Rank Bishop.
The forr was his status, and the latter his strength.
While Nock was at the Initial Rank Bishop level, his power was already close to a Middle Rank Bishop.
Adding to this his sudden assignnt as an Advanced Deacon in the Heresy Court, and moreover, entering Bro's renowned Hunter team, was puzzling.
But the order was directly given by the Judgnt Chief of the Heresy Court, Bro had no chance to resist.
Now Bro has awakened to the fact that Nock is clearly soone with connections!
But now, awakening has only brought regret.
Nock had already escaped alone, and he was left behind.
Bro's heart was collapsing; this place was the lair of the Nopheler Family, a Duke powerhouse of the Nopheler Family! Even if the Judgnt Chief himself acted, he might not be entirely certain of success?
The wounds on Bro's body were growing more nurous and denser.
His inner despair was also increasing with each day, and he began to realize that the Duke of the Nopheler Family could indeed kill him, but was rely playing with its prey, allowing him to gradually die in fear.
Though he understood this, he couldn't muster the courage to die for his faith.
Besides, he was not a resolute defender of the faith or a devoted believer.
How he climbed to high rank might involve faith in the 'Lord,' but to say loyal? Not so much.
Holy Power is cultivated from faith, and its purity relates to the steadfastness of faith.
But not completely; Bro had considerable cultivation talent and with Holy Power from faith, he beca an Advanced Bishop and an Advanced Deacon of the Heresy Court.
But what drove him this far was not anything else, but his ambition, an ambition to climb higher.
But in the face of absolute power, in the face of fear, any ambition is a joke, and ultimately, he only wanted to survive!
He didn't want to die!
He possessed the strength of a High Rank Bishop, but before a Bloodline Duke, he knew how frail he was; his battered body said it all.
Not much ti had passed, but Bro felt like he'd lived through a long century, sensing death was before him, about to descend!
He didn't want to die!
He didn't believe in Heaven; even if there was Heaven, it was a place only for people like the Pope, right? Besides, the world was so beautiful, why go to Heaven?
He didn't want to die!
So he... compromised.
"Spare my life…" Bro kneeled, eyes filled with fear, face full of panic and urgency. He wanted to explain, wanted to say: I am willing to surrender, willing to submit, willing to beco a great mber of the Bloodline...
But he had no chance, the Duke of the Nopheler Family's sharp claws had already pierced his chest, bright blood flowing out.
His fearful eyes began to lose their luster, his anxious expression started to freeze, and his body temperature began to dissipate.
A Senior Deacon of the Holy See's Heresy Court fell just like that!
This is probably an outco no one could have predicted, Bro leading several Advanced Deacons of the Heresy Court on a hunt, and ultimately only one survives?!
...
In a resplendent, yet archaically solemn hall, in a secluded small compartnt, a milky white light flashed montarily, the Hexagram Array on the ground returned to calm, but within the array ford by the Hexagram, a young man soaked with sweat and high-strung appeared.
He was none other than Nock, who managed to escape from the Nopheler Family.
Nock survived because of the Transmission Array before him, a Transmission Array connecting to the Vatican.
However, to use this place, one needs at least a Red-clothed Bishop-level figure of real authority,
In other words, within the Holy See, those qualified to use this Transmission Array likely do not exceed ten people.
As a small Bishop-level clergy, how could Nock use this Transmission Array?
Naturally, because he had backing!
He carried a mark that connected to this Transmission Array, activated through a special item.
But its effect was only once, rendered unusable after activation.
Nock's life-saving thod was now exhausted, but he didn't feel regret or dismay, instead he should feel grateful.
Thank goodness for such a transmission mark.
Without this Transmission Array, he would likely be dead beyond saving.
There were four Bishop-level clergy in total, including him, and his strength was the weakest among them, with a Middle Rank Bishop among them being easily crushed by the Bloodline Duke.
If not now, when should he run?
The shell-shocked Nock was panting heavily in the small compartnt of the grand hall, his tense emotions yet unfixed, it was indeed a narrow escape from death.
Just as he gasped continuously, he heard light footsteps in his ears.
His taut nerves were swiftly stirred, he seed to go neurotic, shouting loudly: "Who is it?"
A figure appeared in his sight...
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