Chapter 76 : Colin’s Successful Escape, All Thanks to the Angel Lord?
Chapter 76: Colin’s Successful Escape, All Thanks to the Angel Lord?
While Daniels and the Rat-headed Man were trying to come up with a way to save him—
Deep within the dungeon of Lemon Port…
Colin was bound by thick iron chains to a human-sized wooden cross.
His wrists and ankles were severely abraded, blood seeping and sticking tackily to the wood.
His priest’s robe was long torn to shreds.
It was evident he had just endured a round of torture.
The Centipede-faced Man held a barbed short whip, grinning viciously as he leaned close to Colin’s face. “Hmm? Still not talking?”
“Can that damned angel of yours take the lashes for you~?”
With that, he suddenly raised his hand, the whip slicing through the air.
Crack!
Colin groaned heavily.
His jaw clenched so tightly that not a scream escaped his throat.
“As a preacher, your bones are quite hard, huh~!”
The Centipede-faced Man flicked the blood off his whip and spoke coldly, “I’ll ask again, that bug—how did you create it?”
“And where the hell did you come from! Whose man are you!?”
Colin slowly raised his head.
Behind the lenses of his glasses gleamed an unimaginable resilience.
Enduring the searing pain, he deliberately made his tone weak. “You… you’re Cassius Morgan’s men, aren’t you? Lord Williams’ lapdogs…”
“Cassius Morgan?” The Centipede-faced Man froze.
Then he curled his lip disdainfully. “What nonsense! I’m a member of Lord Servan’s personal guard!”
“And Lord Servan is one of Lemon Port’s two co-ruling barons—an imperial appointee of high standing! Got that?”
“That Cassius you speak of is probably some backwater baron. In front of me, he’s not even worth bird droppings!”
Colin’s pupils shrank at those words.
He had thought the mastermind behind this was the mysteriously vanished Cassius.
But unexpectedly, it turned out to be an internal power struggle within Lemon Port itself!
Colin continued fishing for information. “Baron Servan?”
“Hehe~ Sorry, never heard of him.”
“All I know is that Lady Erica governs Lemon Port, with remarkable achievements and the people’s deep trust!”
“Your Lord Servan these years… perhaps hasn’t done much of note, has he?”
“F—You—Mother—F—!!!”
The Centipede-faced Man was clearly struck in his sore spot.
He slammed a fist into Colin’s abdomen.
A gut-wrenching pain burst forth instantly.
“That bitch Erica!”
“She only knows how to buy people’s hearts!”
“But Lord Servan was sent by the Empire itself to keep her in check—his authority and rank far surpass hers!!”
“Yet those idiotic merchants and filthy commoners—she’s bewitched them all, making them madly support her!”
“That’s why, in the eyes of the Empire, Lord Servan has been mocked and disrespected. Truly hateful…”
“But!”
“All that will soon be past tense!”
The Centipede-faced Man leaned close to Colin, eyes gleaming with fanatic light.
“Because Lord Servan has endured humiliation and lowered himself to cooperate with the Undead!”
“All for the sake of saving Lemon Port!”
“When our plan succeeds, we’ll not only seize the entire city, but uproot Erica’s faction completely!”
“As for this plague…”
He smirked and patted Colin’s face. “We’ve got you for that, haven’t we~?”
“We’ve only managed to trace the infection path—it’s through eating raw sea creatures.”
“That’s how we preserved more of our strength in this power struggle, and surpassed that stinking whore Erica~!”
“But as for eradicating the parasite, we really can’t.”
“So hurry up, tell me the cure obediently, and I’ll give you a swift death~!”
To the Centipede-faced Man, his captive was useful, but destined to die anyway—so he didn’t mind talking more.
But inside, Colin sneered coldly.
So, just another brainwashed zealot, huh.
How pitiful.
His gaze softened with faint pity. “So, out of jealousy and failure, Servan chose to betray humanity and side with filth?”
“How ridiculous!”
“Cassius, at least, is a warlord who dares to stake his life.”
“But Servan… he’s nothing more than a coward afraid to face reality!”
“I said, what the hell would you know!?” The Centipede-faced Man roared again, losing all restraint.
He drew a dagger and plunged it deep into Colin’s shoulder, twisting it viciously.
“Lord Servan’s foresight isn’t something a fool like you, who worships an illusory god, could ever comprehend!!”
“When Lemon Port becomes paradise for the Undead, scum of the Holy Light Church like you will all die!!”
Colin groaned lowly, his blood soaking through the robe.
But he had gathered enough information!
The enemy belonged to Baron Servan’s faction—their motive: power.
Their plan: to exploit the Undead’s plague and use his own accidental involvement to turn the tide.
He had even learned the parasite’s infection route. A worthwhile harvest indeed.
Now, it was time to strike back!
“You say the divine is illusory?”
Colin suddenly lifted his head, his voice steady and clear.
“That’s only because you’ve never witnessed a true miracle!!!”
The Centipede-faced Man froze, caught off guard.
Colin shut his eyes and began chanting an ancient prayer.
The words were not of the continent’s common tongue—each syllable strange and resonant with sacred echo.
A surge of warm, pure golden light burst from Colin’s body—
Even though his wrists still wore magic-suppressing shackles!
“How—how is this possible?!”
The Centipede-faced Man recoiled in horror.
Before he could react, the golden light condensed into a radiant arrow that pierced through his chest with a whoosh!
He lowered his head, staring dumbly at the hole in his chest, mumbling weakly, “Magic-suppressing… shackles don’t work… why… this isn’t magic?…”
Colin broke free from the chains, flexing his aching wrists. “I told you already.”
“I believe in a true God!”
“And this is Divine Art, wielding the power of His Holy Light! Not your pitiful so-called light magic.”
Watching the man’s eyes dim and lose focus, Colin said calmly, “Rest easy. Your Lord Servan will be joining you soon.”
And so, the Centipede-faced Man died amidst shock and confusion.
Colin’s palm glowed faint white as he pressed it against his wounded shoulder.
The flesh slowly knitted back together, and the pain faded.
He exhaled deeply.
That risky gambit had paid off!
From the moment of ambush, Colin had deliberately conserved his strength, using only one Divine Art scroll as emergency aid.
That precaution allowed him the power to save himself after capture.
Thus, he had the confidence to endure torture deliberately and extract enemy intelligence.
“All thanks to the Angel Lord’s protection…”
Colin prayed softly, habitually attributing all credit to his faith.
Yet he had no idea—it was pure luck this time!
Lynn’s true body was far too distant from Lemon Port—over a hundred kilometers away.
He could only faintly sense Colin’s prayer, unable to offer direct aid.
In truth—
Colin had danced on a razor’s edge, one wrong move away from death.
Only his unshakable faith and razor-sharp mind had turned the tables.
“Sigh~ What a mess.”
“Lemon Port’s waters run deeper than I thought.”
“I only meant for Colin’s group to gather some intel, and on the first day, this happens. I’ll have to head there quickly.”
“Though it’s far… even my incarnation can’t go full speed; I must conserve strength for, well… ahem—universal salvation.”
“So at least two days’ journey…”
“My dear believer, please endure a little longer!”
Lynn thought helplessly.
Then, expending a full five thousand units of Holy Radiance, his incarnation descended—
Landing upon the trade route at the very edge of his divine sense’s range.