More than ten minutes later, at the boundary between West Borough and Queens Borough, Williams Street.
Due to New Year vacations in the south and fleeing the plague, many residents of this wealthy district had already left Backlund.
Combined with the late hour approaching midnight, the streets had become extremely deserted.
Silas walked until he stopped in front of the house at number 8.
"I didn't expect to come here again. Tonight has really been full of crazy decisions."
Ma'am M sighed with emotion.
"..."
Silas glanced at her but said nothing.
Instead, he immediately activated his "Grazing" ability, driving the soul of the "Wraith" within his body.
"Swoosh!"
His body vanished without warning, transforming into an illusory spirit body. Then he manipulated the spirit form, directly lunging toward the road surface in front of the house.
However, the sensation of impact didn't come. He drilled through the pavement without obstruction, passing beneath it.
Spirit bodies could pass through matter without restriction.
He would use this method to go directly to the sealed underground beneath this house.
That's right. Below this house was that ancient Fourth Epoch ruin!
That ancient ruin imprisoning the "Red Angel" evil spirit!
Since his sister had been placed at sea, a slot for his flock naturally opened up inside him, perfect for accommodating that fellow!
Of course, grazing an angel-level evil spirit filled with malice was an extremely dangerous thing.
But what he was planning to do now was equally dangerous, wasn't it?
To strike down the royal family, to make that arrogant and heartless king feel his fury, he would stop at nothing.
Using his spiritual instinct as a guide, Silas plummeted rapidly downward until his vision suddenly cleared.
He had broken through the brick and earth layers and arrived in the sealed ruins.
"Tap."
He maneuvered his spirit body to the ground, then released "Wraith Transformation," returning to normal form and landing on solid ground.
This building remained as dark and eerie as ever, with enormous pillars decorated with asymmetric slash patterns.
Behind him was the passage upward, already destroyed by explosives.
Ahead were two rows of rooms opening on either side, their number still asymmetric.
The central corridor in the middle was deep and silent; the evil spirit's main body seemed to be there.
The last time he'd come here, he'd been caught up in a teleportation while rescuing the Feysac princess Sophia Einhorn...
Revisiting this place, Silas had little mood for sentiment. His expression remained stern as he faced the central corridor.
"Drip, drip..."
The sound of liquid dripping came from the other end of the corridor. For some reason, Silas immediately felt it was blood.
"You've finally come."
A voice carrying laughter rang out from the end of the corridor. "I thought I'd scared you away, that you'd never dare appear again."
"Medici, don't try to provoke me."
Silas responded blandly.
"Provoke? I'm just greeting you in a friendly manner."
The voice let out a soft laugh. "Rest assured, if I intended to provoke you, no one could hope to stay calm."
"Ha, how impressive of you."
Silas sneered.
"If you're really that impressive, then how did you end up getting caught and killed here?"
Medici's voice faltered.
"Hahahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
Two other voices rang out in response, laughing loudly without concealing their mockery of Medici.
"Enough, you two wastes. It's because I was dragged down by you that I've fallen to this state today."
Medici sighed.
A moment later, he asked Silas, "So, have you thought it through this time? Are you here to remove my seal?"
His emotions were concealed extremely well, showing no signs of anxiety or urgency whatsoever.
"No need to remove the seal. I've come this time to graze you."
Silas answered.
"Graze? Grazing works too."
Medici laughed.
"As long as I can escape from here, becoming your flock is also a good choice."
You're thinking of seizing my body at the first opportunity, right?
Silas sneered inwardly but didn't expose this.
Instead, he continued asking, "So how do I graze you?"
"Same as normal grazing."
Medici answered. "Just use your ability on my spirit body."
At this moment, the other two souls who usually opposed him didn't interrupt either, but listened quietly, as if anticipating something.
"I understand."
Silas said flatly.
"You seem quite confident."
Medici suddenly laughed. "Aren't you afraid I'll seize your body at the first opportunity?"
"You might have been frightening when alive, but after death you're just an evil spirit."
Silas answered half-truthfully.
"Hehe... Then keep approaching me."
Medici said.
You don't need to tell me.
Silas stepped forward, walking toward the corridor.
Terrifying illusions appeared before his eyes in succession.
Besides scenes related to Medici, there were also experiences of the two angels, Sauron and Einhorn.
They had been angels in life, and their spirituality after death could still produce enormous influence.
Silas passed through illusion after illusion, treading on the black floor into the corridor.
He saw blood surging up from deep within the earth, accompanied by arcs of flame.
A red-haired, handsome young man rode a headless white horse, galloping across the land.
He saw a brilliant era where dragons, giants, elves... countless non-human races were all slain by the youth with his greatsword.
Above the radiance in the sky, some great existence seemed to cast an approving gaze upon the youth.
He also saw roses of betrayal blooming. After a battle, the youth was captured and bound to a chair in an empty room.
Then the scene shifted.
Two more identical chairs appeared in the room. Three red-haired people formed a triangle, each facing away from the others, heads bowed low...
Finally, all the scenes dissipated. What appeared before him was a pair of blood-soaked doors.
The blood on the doors was so fresh it looked like it had just been splashed on!
"Pop!"
The instant he saw the doors, the blood vessels on Silas's face burst open.
"Very good. Nice greeting."
He said with a cold expression.
"I've already tried very hard to control my aura."
The voice behind the door said, "Let's not waste each other's time…"
At this point, he finally couldn't help revealing a trace of urgency.
It was as if a pair of eyes filled with malice were peering from behind the door, waiting.
"Then shut up and wait."
Silas said, then opened his palm toward the doors.
The Shepherd's ability activated accordingly.
He could accurately sense that behind the door existed a spirit body.
However, this existence itself seemed to already exceed his ability's range. The spirituality within his body instinctively resisted!
"Graze!"
Silas forcibly activated the ability, shouting.
"Whoosh..."
A bone-chilling cold wind howled up, passing through the doors.
Silas could feel that the cold wind hadn't pulled the thing behind the door, but the other party voluntarily floated up, passed through the doors, and plunged into his palm.