Chapter 630 The Captured Purifier
Nightingale had never felt such self-blame and regret in her life.
She had thought that as long as she stayed by Roland's side, no one could harm him.
Yet she was now standing unharmed in the castle bedroom of Silent Valley Town, without a single scratch on her, while Roland lay in bed, unconscious day and night.
There was no magical reaction visible in his body, and his internal organs were equally intact. It wasn't a curse like the Seed of Eternal Rest, nor a direct destructive force on the organs. Even Agatha, with her vast knowledge, couldn't identify the category and solution of this ability.
All kinds of conventional awakening methods had been exhausted, but to no avail. Roland was unresponsive to external stimuli. If it weren't for his breathing and heartbeat, he would be no different from the dead.
She finally understood Agatha's warning—
In the face of witches' abilities, there is no absolute safety.
Unfortunately, this realization came too late.
Just then, rapid footsteps came from outside the door. Lightning pushed open the door and exclaimed, "That Purifier has woken up!"
The witches in the room were immediately excited.
"Everyone, don't rush. It's meaningless to rush over to inquire," Wendy said. "Moreover, we don't yet know her abilities. For safety's sake, it's better for Agatha xiaojie and Nightingale to find out the situation first."
As a senior trusted by the sisters, her calm tone calmed everyone down a little.
Nightingale took a deep breath and nodded to Wendy, "Leave it to me."
In her years of fleeing, she knew that negative emotions were of no benefit to changing the situation, especially at such a critical moment. She must not evade her responsibility for making a big mistake.
She must bring back His Majesty Roland.
"Let's go," Agatha sighed.
As she left the room, Nightingale couldn't help but look back. She saw Anna sitting motionless at the head of the bed, her eyes still fixed on Roland, as if nothing else could attract her attention.
The feeling of guilt grew stronger.
...
A servant's room on the first floor of the castle had been transformed into a special prison. Dozens of God's Stone of Retaliation were embedded behind its four walls, forming layers of black holes that isolated abilities. Only by standing in the center of the room could one drive magic power.
Nightingale naturally knew who they were going to interrogate.
After the great battle, First Army soldiers found three living Purifiers in a square pit in Trench No. 3. One was exhausted, one was unconscious, and the only one who was awake was trembling. From her, they learned that there were a total of five Purifiers hiding underground: Jieluo, Isabella, Black Veil, Maggie, and Vanilla—and the last one was herself.
According to Vanilla, she and Maggie were only responsible for confirming His Majesty Roland's location and transporting the other three into the battlefield, and knew little about the rest. As for Jieluo, Isabella, and Black Veil, they were Purifiers directly managed by the Pope, with a status equivalent to that of an archbishop, and their abilities were Church secrets that few people knew about. Now that Black Veil was dead and Jieluo had disappeared, the only breakthrough was Isabella.
The reason for Isabella's coma was found to be the loss of consciousness caused by the depletion of magic power. She would recover naturally in a day or two. In addition, a damaged and strange rune seal was found in her hand, but because the magic stones were completely destroyed, Agatha could not recognize what kind of rune it was.
Unexpectedly, Isabella slept for five days. During this time, Nightingale was anxiously waiting, wishing she could forcibly wake her up with a dagger. If Wendy hadn't dissuaded her, she might have already done so.
"Did you discover that she woke up?" Agatha asked Lightning.
The little girl shook her head. "She woke up on her own. When it was Ashes' turn to check, she was sitting on the bed, and told us that this kind of prison was meaningless to her."
Nightingale's face darkened. "Is she provoking us?"
"We'll know after we ask," Agatha said calmly.
Passing through the layers of guards of the First Army, the two entered a small room. There were no windows in the room, and the pine resin torch hanging overhead emitted a dim yellow light. There was nothing in the room except a vertical wooden bed and a low table.
The Purifier sat motionless on the bed, her curly hair falling over her shoulders illuminated by the firelight into a golden red, still wearing the blood-stained priest's robe, the dust on her face had solidified into streaks of yellow.
"It seems Jieluo failed completely," Before Nightingale could speak, the other party took the initiative to break the silence, "She still failed to become the darling of the gods..."
"Darling of the gods?" Nightingale sneered.
"Don't worry, I will tell you everything I know," Isabella sighed softly as if she hadn't heard the sarcasm in her words, "And then...leave myself to your disposal."
The Purifier's attitude took Nightingale by surprise, because she could tell that the other party was sincere.
But it was a little too late to admit defeat now, "Didn't you claim that this cage couldn't hold you? Now you've decided to resign yourself to fate?"
"My ability is to eliminate the effect of the God's Stone of Retaliation. As long as there is room to use it, no amount of godstones is meaningful." Isabella said slowly, "But other than that, I can't penetrate walls, nor can I burrow into the ground, so you don't need to prepare such a special room for me."
"Your ability can affect godstones?" Agatha asked in surprise.
"They look like bottomless black holes, but yes..." Isabella admitted, "I can eliminate them."
"Your meaning is that the godstone that His Majesty Roland wore became ineffective, all caused by you?" Nightingale's hands clenched into fists.
"I had no other choice at the time. Jieluo had been blinded by the gods. She firmly believed that only one of the two could get the smile of the gods."
Agatha pressed her hand calmly, "The person who caused His Majesty Roland to be unconscious is Jieluo? What is her ability?"
"Unconscious?" Isabella frowned slightly, "The soul battlefield should be able to determine the outcome instantly. If Roland didn't turn into Jieluo on the spot, it means that Jieluo failed to devour. Could it be because he couldn't bear such a huge memory, which led to his inability to wake up?"
Nightingale and Agatha exchanged glances, "Soul battlefield?"
"Yes," Isabella said in a deep voice, "That is a contest of spirit and will. The loser loses everything, and the winner...gets everything. Since Jieluo awakened as a witch, she has never lost in the soul battle. She has devoured thousands of mortals and witches. In addition to their memories and knowledge, there is also a long lifespan...so far, she has lived for more than two hundred years." At this point, she closed her eyes sadly, "I never thought that she would lose to a mortal prince."