Wudang: Legends Of Qi Earth - Chapter 198 Vatican City VI

There were in a narrow alley, and Devonte was carrying Alex on his back, he had no idea where they were, but he reckoned they were probably running back towards the Morgana. Alex felt his back twitch and turned around to see that he still hand wings, but they were tender and every Movement he made, caused them to hurt, like a lot, safe to say he had to keep any ideas of flight out of his mind for the time being.

A beam of light flew past from an alley on the right, slamming into Louis and sending him through a wall. A priest came out of it, his today with a glowing cross held up high, unfortunately for him, the rest were a little farther back than Louis who was ahead to clear the path, so he was obviously completely unprepared for Minerva’s Superman punch.

His tiny bald head was rocked and even Alex had to since in pain from how heavy the punch was. The priest was completely knocked out as Cross turned and ducked under another blast of light, which unfortunately smashed into Louis again after he had gotten up. Her tower shield was in her hands once again as she smashed the edge upwards, said edge being the hilt of her sword that was planted into the ship did itself.

She smashed it into the jaw of another priest, but instead of it being and upper cut, she took him over her head and smashed him into the ground. There were loud cracks as ribs were broken and the priest rolled over clutching at his stomach. Contrary to many stories that spoke of the church as having fearsome fighters, reality was a different story entirely.

The strong had no need to serve a god who’s existence they couldn’t prove, sure things like miracles and signs and wonders have been performed by the clergy of the church, but even with Mana and Qi the dead could be brought back to life, not without repercussions of course, but they even showed more wonders than any single member of the church. The clergy was only feared the influence it had over men of strength, but even that influence was limited and only mattered within the empire of Albion, or at least mostly there anyway.

Louis came out of the hole in the wall, his chest smoking and a very annoyed look on his face. Bottoms line was that the clergy of the Vatican city were peace loving conniving men, they weren’t strong enough to face even Khan in a straight out battle. With most of them majorly in the mid levels of the mortal gate, or just first circle mages. They were weak and couldn’t stop them, except for the weapons they had, which in this case turned out to be the crosses they carried around. Never the less it was time to go, and go they went.

The cake out of the alley into and open street, there was a circle of priests in front of them, probably thinking that they could bar their path and stop them from moving any further. But Khan was not having any of that, as the spell circle for (Magnetize) showed up on the ground. All of the crosses they held pointed in their direction was dragged out of the hands of the priests, those who proved to be a little bit more stubborn than usual held on, and the metal chains dragged bloody furrows into there palms.

The crosses were gathered in a heap on the ground in front of them, while Minerva leaped up into the air and brought her tower shield smashing into the ground, creating a shockwave that pushed them all backwards. The continued on, and Alex watched as his team dispatched every obstacle that was in their way until finally the Morgana was right in front of them, except there were more enemies to face, and this time Alex knew he had to act.

There were three giant mechanical men standing in front of them, obviously these were also golems, but they were made with a more advanced method than the other that Alex had fought. Their bodies were streamline and sleek, almost as if they were all made from silver. There was a massive silver cross on their chest, and their face only had a cross on it that looked like a mirror, but Alex doubted that it was that simple.

“Devonte, put me down.” Alex said softly to the fairy, but Devonte didn’t seem all too willing to do so.

“Are you sure master? Can you even stand much less fight?” Khan asked as he took a stance besides Devonte.

“I don’t need to stand to fight Khan.” Alex said to him with an exhausted smile on his face. Every time he’s previously gained a new spirit, except for when Xeron became part of the fire mask, every new mask left him weak and exhausted. And this was due to the fact that every new mask spirit left and imprint, a change in his biology to fit their abilities.

Ébié gave him the ability to heal from any injury with his blood, heck he could even regrow lost limbs. Nezha have him a mastery of fire that he could even use without the fire mask. Xeron gave him immunity to poisons, and now the Arch angel had left him with wings. Besides Alex really didn’t need to run around to fight, but he would like to do fight on his own two feet.

“Since you don’t need to stand to fight, then please remain where you are master. You can fight on my back, you’re not even supposed to be awake, we can both feel that your body and energy is will undergoing changes to acclimate itself to the angel. So if you have to fight, then do it there, but you don’t need to fight. These things are not a threat, I will no dispose of them, please don’t move too much.”

Devonte was all so prim and proper in all of his ways, even in the way he spoke, there was a grace to it unlike any other. And this time he was willing to go all out to make sure his master was fine. Devonte crouched down and dug his heels into the ground, and then right before Alex’s eyes, his entire body seemed to shift and break as he turned into a massive wolf. His fur was a luscious purple and he seemed to have a mane of deep green and blue.

He surged forwards, every step he took flowers and grasses grew beneath his paws. And then right in front of him the earth began to shake as massive roots surged out of the ground, the wrapped around the three giant metal golems, squeezing the life out of them. It didn’t do so much as leave a dent on them, however the one thing it did do was keep them bound, buying Devonte and the rest enough time to come up to the air ship. There was a team of a dozen priests waiting in front of the ramp of the Airship.

Louis was already pissed off as his rapier glowed, but this time not with light, but with a darkness so black Alex couldn’t look at it for long. His figure flashed in their midst, evading the shots from their crosses as he relieved them of their limbs and head. So far they had tried to avoid killing anyone, but these guys were like pests, annoying ones. they were everywhere and Louis has had his fill.

The rest ran past him into the ship, they moved as fast as they could through it’s halls, cabin area, cafeteria, before coming up into the cockpit. That was when Devonte finally put Alex down, but not in the pilot’s seat, but in co-pilot seat. Louis came in a few moments later covered in blood as Devonte took the pilot’s seat.

“Well what are we waiting for, let’s get the fuck out of here, and shoot those golems! I hate this place!” Khan screamed in anger, which was expected. He was a Demon in a city that was filled to the brim with holiness, it didn’t seat well with his stomach.

The Airship quickly started under Devonte’s gentle touch and surged into the sky, becoming nothing more than mere specks in seconds. As for the golems that Khan wanted destroyed, the roots holding them down wilted and they also took to the sky in pursuit of the Airship, their crosses blazing with the fury of the creators. And as the Divine Empress Morgana vanished into the horizon, the spirit of saint Peter stood watch on the roof of a building with a smile on his face. His body began to fade into motes of light that stretched up into the sky, but before it completely vanished he left a word behind.

“May God go with you.”