Chapitre 215: Holy Relic Retrieved?

Time seemed to slow as Burge stretched his hand towards the falling dead pigeon.

At his back, Emon's face was twisted while his hands were also stretched towards the dead pigeon. 

Further to the back, Dexter's face was contorted in pain as Damian choked his neck with his elbow that was bulging with muscles.

The falling pigeon already has half of its feathers gone. It had almost gone bald and can even be roasted immediately.

Swoosh!

As time resumed to flow normally, Burge's outstretched hand grasped the pigeon accurately. The neck was gripped so tightly that one could hear crackling noise coming out of it. 

"Gotcha!" A wide smile appeared on Burge's mouth. 

"Huh? Something is wrong!" A foreboding feeling rose on his heart again as he noticed a black figure passing him. 

"Wait the white cloth was no longer here! Damn it!" As he realized this, it was already too late.