《Steaming City Of The Holy Inquisition》Volume 2. Chapter 27

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Dark matter enveloped the wounded metentis of light and he could not do anything. The second managed to dodge the poisonous attack and said:

"God's Hand (rank 5)!"

Rays shot out of his body, disintegrating the summoned squad, but before disappearing, the crossbowman still managed to release a steel bolt and hit one inquisitor in the side, he howled in pain.

"Pure light! (Rank 4)"

The dense array of dark poisonous matter disappeared and the second metentis of light cast a spell:

"Exorcism of the Undead (Rank 5)!"

Thomas snapped, he had nothing to oppose. A summoned angel, blinding his red eyes, attacked him. He carried out one attack after another. The sword will pass over Thomas' head, then a centimeter from his stomach. He knew that if he was even scratched, he was a corpse.

"Walls of Pain (Rank 5)!"

Walls formed around the angel and squeezed him under the press. However, the attack was too weak and could not destroy the summoning.

"Pseudo Darkness (rank 4)!"

The angel immediately lit up the black dome, but did not notice how Thomas was under his feet, took out a sword and cut them off, then the wings, and then the head. The summons disappeared.

"Where did he get this sword?" a metentis of light asked, surprised.

"You're all going to die," Thomas shouted. "Going to die!"

Thomas laughed heartily, choking on his own saliva, and then uttered a new spell, the most powerful one in his arsenal:

"Summon the Steel Hell (rank 5)!"

"He's gone crazy, teleport us out of here!"

"I don't have time!"

An inquisitor messenger appeared from the eastern entrance to the battle platform, he shouted something to Thomas, and he canceled the spell and calmed down. Then the courier came up to him and handed him a note. The poor inquisitors and metentises of light were already at the limit. Vitavis was ending. They sat in the lotus position, waiting for the battle to continue and absorbed the few sunrays that broke through the gray snow clouds.

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Thomas scratched his head, said:

"And you just brought me this now?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but you're not so easy to find."

"I've lost already the whole day! Hey, guys, we're done for today. I had the opportunity to fight someone stronger than you."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Like I’ll agree to this again," the inquisitor said, and everyone else supported him.

"The idiot didn't come here for fifty years, and then he got bored."

"I forgot what it's like to fight against him."

"I hope whoever he went after will kill him."

"Don't even think about it. Bastards always live the longest lives."

Thomas went outside the indoor arena, climbed the stairs and went out the door, finding himself in the northern part of the Forbidden City. It was snowing in the morning. After the fight, his body was heated to the limit, and even in a light woven cloak and thin armor modified with VV crystals, Thomas was overcome by heat. He took off his mask while no one was looking, wiped the perspiration on his forehead and put it back on. Vitavis was ending. He clenched his left palm into a fist, and pressed his right hand so that each finger crunched separately, then repeated the same with his right hand.

Half an hour later, he left the Forbidden City on a stagecoach and according to the driver, they will arrive at the place around 8 o'clock in the morning. Thomas sat down more comfortably on the leather sofa, bowed his head down, and crossed his palms in a lock, immersed in his thoughts and gradually restoring his vitavis.

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