The entire building was on the verge of collapsing. Although the explosions had stopped, the tremors intensified, and the burning flames began to spread from the bottom to the top of the building.
However, the old bishop did not care at all. Or rather, he was even more terrified because of it.
Come to think of it, it was strange. Although the entire building was on the verge of collapse, the old man who seemed to be in his seventies or eighties and would fall at the slightest impact was different from his usual self. It could even be said that he was flying through one obstacle after another. Be it the cracked floor, the collapsed walls, or the burning wreckage in the corridor, none of them could stop the old man's footsteps.
He dashed through the corridor like a mad bull and arrived at the library on the third floor.
The library was in a mess at the moment. The bookshelf that was leaning against the wall had fallen to the ground amidst the violent tremors, and the books inside were scattered all over the floor.
Many of the sheepskin scrolls had been completely devoured by the flames. The bright, dazzling flames were gradually spreading along the bookshelf, destroying everything it touched like a cruel and greedy demon.
Although he was mentally prepared, the old man could not help but turn pale at the sight before him. He staggered and leaned against the wall beside him.
He widened his eyes and stared at the precious books and historical materials that were scattered on the floor that could not be salvaged. He was so heartbroken that he almost vomited blood.
If it was possible, he really wanted to smash his head against the wall and die.
To the old bishop, he would rather be destroyed along with these books than to have such a painful memory for the rest of his life.
But even so, the old man did not choose to smash his head against the wall immediately. Instead, he took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and walked into the library once more.
This time, the old bishop did not turn his attention to the bookshelves that should have held precious texts, but were now completely destroyed.
On the contrary, he lifted his head and stared at the statue of the Maiden of Knowledge in the center.
Come to think of it, it was strange that the statue of the Maiden of Knowledge that was carved on the wall was still intact after such a violent impact.
However, this was only limited to the statue itself. The walls around her were also filled with cracks.
Not only had the paint on the wall peeled off, but even the bricks inside had signs of being broken.
At this moment, the entire library was on the verge of collapse. Walking on it, one could even feel as if they were standing on the surface of the sea.
From time to time, the sound of something collapsing could be heard, and one could even hear the wails of the walls on the verge of collapse.
But all of that was meaningless to the old bishop. He was carefully observing the statue before him — or rather, the object in the statue's hands.
Seeing that the statue wasn't damaged, the old bishop relaxed a little.
But before he could do anything, he heard a loud boom. At the next moment, the collapsed ceiling fell, brushed the edge of the statue, and smashed into the stairs, causing the wooden stairs to collapse instantly.
At the sight of this, the old bishop, who was initially relieved, became anxious again. He hurriedly looked up at the statue, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that there was nothing wrong with it.
But soon, his expression became serious again.
The old bishop scurried to the statue on all fours, reached into his pocket, and retrieved a holy badge. After a few moments of hesitation, the old bishop approached the statue and placed the badge into a groove.
Then, in a soft click, a smear of golden radiance emanated from the statue. Along with a loud rumble, the statue of the Maiden of Knowledge extended its folded arms and placed them before the old bishop.
At this moment, the old bishop's expression became increasingly solemn.
He clasped his hands together and prayed softly, while the old bishop prayed along with him.
Layers of golden runes emerged from the Fate Slate in the hands of the Maiden of Knowledge, forming one circle after another and wrapping it within.
After everything was done, the old bishop heaved a sigh of relief, extended his arms, and picked up the Fate Slate solemnly.
"Sir Bishop, why are you still here? This place is about to collapse!
Hurry up and leave! "
At this moment, the holy knight who was in charge of reporting rushed over, panting heavily. It was apparent that he didn't expect the old bishop to have such explosive strength that he couldn't keep up with him.
Upon seeing his arrival, the old bishop smiled and nodded. Then, he subconsciously took a few steps back and stood in a relatively safe area behind the platform.
At this moment, the holy knight ran over hurriedly and gazed at the old bishop respectfully.
"Sir Bishop, we have to leave now. If not, it will be too late."
"I know."
Upon hearing the holy knight's words, the old bishop nodded in agreement.
Then, he pondered for a moment, extended his arm, and handed the slate to the holy knight.
Facing the Fate Slate, the holy knight couldn't help but stare blankly.
"Sir Bishop, this is …"
"I'm old and I'm afraid I don't have enough strength to protect it.
Now, I'm handing it over to you. I want you to swear that you'll bring it away safely. You can't let this slate suffer any damage. Do you understand? "
"Yes, Sir Bishop!"
Upon hearing the old bishop's words, the young holy knight was taken aback. Then, he answered hurriedly with a solemn expression.
Upon hearing his answer, the old bishop revealed a satisfied smile and nodded to the young holy knight.
After witnessing the old bishop's smile, the young holy knight didn't hesitate in the slightest. He raised his arm and intended to receive the slate from the old bishop.
But at this moment, a dark radiance flashed silently.
At the next moment, the old bishop felt a sudden chill on his wrist. Then, his hands fell to the ground.
Fresh blood spurted out from the old bishop's wrist, splattering all over the young holy knight's face.
But before he figured out what exactly was going on, the black scythe slashed down once again. Shortly after, the young holy knight's head rolled to the ground.
"This …"
Staring blankly at the young holy knight's exposed neck, the old bishop's smile froze in an instant, even a little lost.
He stared blankly at the exposed bone, dangling windpipe, and scarlet flesh. In an instant, he couldn't figure out what exactly was going on.
When he instinctively turned his head to look to the side, he was surprised to find that a person had appeared beside him out of nowhere.
She was wrapped in a black cloak from head to toe and held a scythe in her right hand like a Grim Reaper harvesting lives.
But that wasn't the focus of the old bishop's attention. Instead, he stared at the stone tablet in her left hand. It was the Fate Slate!
"No, no!
Return it to me. That doesn't belong to you. Return it to me! "
At this moment, the old bishop seemed to have gone mad. He raised his wrists that had been chopped off and lunged at the black figure in front of him.
But before he made a move, at the next moment, a large blade whizzed down from the back and sliced him into two from top to bottom.
Shortly after, dark green Chaos Flames erupted and burned the old bishop's body into ashes in the blink of an eye.
"I'm sorry. That doesn't belong to you. Now, it's mine."
It was only then that Zayen leisurely walked out of the shadows. With a mocking smile, he looked at the corpse of the old bishop that had been burned to ashes and spoke softly.
Just as he thought, the Fate Slate was the most important treasure here and it was impossible for it to not be protected by a high-grade enchanted field.
And Jenn was also clear that if he were to touch the enchanted field, the enemy would likely notice it and he might fall into trouble and danger.
That was why Jenn came up with this idea. First, he used an explosion to destroy the building and mislead the enemy into thinking that the enemy was attacking from the front.
Under such circumstances, the person in charge of this place definitely had to protect the Fate Slate. Therefore, after realizing that the building was about to be completely destroyed, the other party would likely choose to move the Fate Slate.
And in the process of moving the Fate Slate, the tight defenses would definitely be removed.
That was why he chose to set up an ambush here with Tinidell in order to capture an overly diligent rabbit. Judging from the current situation, everything seemed to be going well.
Of course, the other party might not fall for it.
But Jenn didn't care. No matter what, this place was going to collapse anyway.
If the other party was that confident, Jenn wouldn't mind searching the ruins after the entire building collapsed.
Anyway, even though the Fate Slate looked like a slate, it was, in fact, tough and ordinary attacks couldn't hurt it at all.
If it wasn't such an important item, perhaps it wouldn't have such an effect.
At this thought, Zayen sneered, put away his sword that was burning with Chaos Demon Flames, and turned to look at Tinidale.
"Alright, the target item is in hand. Next … Let's take whatever we want!"