Chapter 495

Chapter 118 Fiery Winds and Blood Waves – Part Four

“Are you a Papal Knight?”

“Oh, that was quite some time ago.”

Hearing the Black-Clothed man’s reply, I slightly furrowed my brows.

This is the second Truth Gate Senator I’ve encountered so far. However, both of these Senators… Theresa, and this one here… well, a candidate for the Holy Maiden and a Papal Knight… they all have experience within the Church, yet they ultimately joined the Truth Gate.

Thoughts flashed through my mind like lightning. Holding my scythes in place, I instinctively asked him, “Why?”

“Why? Oh, let me think… ” The black-clothed man pretended to ponder as he lowered his head. At the wound on his left shoulder, the fire of damnation began to spurt out, with flesh growing and writhing in the flames, producing an extremely uncomfortable sound. A new arm grew out in an instant, “It hurts… yes, I can’t recall. It seems there was something that made me particularly angry back then… what was it? Sorry, sorry, too long ago, I’ve forgotten…”

The man shook his left arm, raising his head to reveal a strange smile, “Does that matter? Not important, right? What matters is living in the present, focusing on now… So, about my previous question, you really won’t reconsider? Little… ah no, the beautiful lady with big breasts and a curvy figure?”

“…Hmph.”

Damn it, for a moment—

What am I even talking to this person for?

“One last question.”

“Oh? Looks like you’re not considering it.”

“In the captives you took, was there one called Barry, the knight?”

“…Do you stutter?”

“Answer my question.”

“Barry? Who’s Barry? Do I need to ask each captive their name? Listen, you—”

“Then, there’s nothing more to say.”

In the frost mist swirling around, the flames on the black-clothed man flickered like a candle in the wind, but never went out.

Behind us, the surging crowd roared like the sea, the knights’ formation charged forward, stirring up a wave of blood and fire, constantly advancing towards the city walls. The Faith Corps behind unleashed powerful miracles, golden light bursting among the heretics surrounding them, scattering shadows and flesh in the radiance, turning the entire battlefield into a massive meat grinder.

To the west, Isaac’s battle with the heretic strongman was nearing its end. The bloodied, rugged man roared and charged forward, the raging flames burning and spreading across the wilderness. As the burly man charged, the flames turned into a blazing dragon, roaring towards Isaac, who had a fierce look in his eyes.

The bald knight did not dodge. The “Immortal” spell cast upon him glowed dazzlingly. Two formidable figures clashed on the battlefield, creating a thunderous explosion. Mud and gravel flew backwards, the ground cracked rapidly. Their palms locked together amidst fire and golden light, both letting out ferocious roars like beasts. But soon, Isaac overpowered the heretic strongman, forcing him to his knees.

Not far away, the elite cavalry still fought fiercely despite being surrounded. Due to the fighting on Isaac’s side, the number of enemies coming from the west had sharply decreased. With corpses piling up around them, the attacks from the other three directions were also hindered, no longer as intense as before.

“Break out—”

Under the command of the Knight Commander leading the cavalry, the knights seized the opportunity to counterattack, transitioning from defense to offense, charging towards the advancing infantry and cavalry behind. Amidst the carnage, a new round of fighting began.

Less than eight hundred meters from the city wall to the east, the cold air had already spread over a hundred meters, covering the land with frost. The sparse sparks on the frost-covered ground gradually dimmed. Countless heretics were retreating from the frozen area, preparing to meet the knights charging toward them.

At the center of the frost mist, the black-clothed man wrapped in flames raised his eyebrows at the same time the girl spoke, summoning bright red flames in his palm and thrusting them forward! In the next moment, the petite girl had already raised her giant black scythe, trailing icy blue stars, and charged forward—

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

The fierce wind and flames intertwined by my ears and eyes. Facing the incoming flames, I did not dodge at all, rushing straight ahead. In a second, the flames streaked past behind me, and in front was the shocked and incredulous face of the black-clothed man.

“You…”

Soft Sword — Phantom Blade!

Slash slash slash!

At this moment, I pushed my steps to the limit, circling around the black-clothed man at an unprecedented speed, forming three afterimages around him. Three dark blades slashed from different angles. In the next instant, the petite body leaped behind him, flipping once in mid-air, fluttering like a butterfly, holding the Captain Gray’s handle, using the momentum of the flip to strike down at the opponent’s head!

Pfft—

The afterimages of the three blades vanished as the fourth blade descended. The opponent had no time to dodge, unable to react, and was directly pierced through the head, the blade entering from above and exiting below the jaw. Blood and flames gushed out instantly. My feet landed as the blade was pulled out, the entire process happening in the blink of an eye. The black-clothed man did not even turn his head; his swaying body was kicked flying by me.

The black-clothed man rolled several times more than ten meters away, blood splattering everywhere, dirty mud covering his body. After stopping, he twitched twice, and then,

The severely distorted figure crawled up.

“Y-You are…”

A hoarse voice came from ahead. Scarlet blood mixed with white, viscous fluid poured out of the wound on the top of the black-clothed man’s head, engulfed by burning karma flames. His entire face was covered in the fire. The black-clothed man straightened up, one eyeball almost falling out of its socket, his bleeding mouth trembling slightly: “You are… that damned old man’s… disciple…”

The damned old man?

Was he referring to Sword Saint Ryan? Could he recognize this sword move…

While my mind raced with these thoughts, I did not stop moving. I took off in a moon step and charged forward again. In an instant, the distance of over ten meters vanished. The man’s shocked gaze appeared before me. Suddenly, my right wrist turned, lifting upward!

Crescent Moon—

“Aaaahhh!!”

As the roar echoed, the pitch-black blade pierced through the black-clothed man’s head from above once more. I was stared at by his blood-red eyes, and in an instant, the image of the Silent Castle flashed in my mind. The anger never left my heart. I took a step back, pulling with all my might!

Pfft!

The blade, which had pierced through the black-clothed man’s head, tore through his face, completely destroying what could still be considered handsome features. His nose and lips were pushed outward, his tongue, bones, and shredded flesh exploded like they were blasted apart. Intense flames surged from the man’s body, instantly spreading around him like molten lava, even the soil beneath our feet softened in an instant.

“Ahahahaha—”

The man’s scream continued. His shapeless, bloody mouth opened wide, spewing several streams of blood. In the raging karma flames, they evaporated and disappeared, emitting sharp hissing sounds.

I stood in the flames, looking at his unrecognizable face, unmoved. My eyes were cold. The ice scythe in my left hand rapidly melted in the high temperature. I discarded it and stepped forward, slapping his bloody, mangled face and pushing him forward suddenly!

Whoosh—

Two figures burst out of the burning karma flames. The black-clothed man was already burning like a human torch in front of me. The heat was so intense that ordinary Church knights would likely struggle to get close. But for me, it felt like being in warm water, having no effect at all.

I pushed him forward. Suddenly, there was a loud “boom,” and dense steam erupted before my eyes, striking my face and body, even my eyes. Instinctively, I closed them, halting my forward momentum. I felt the sticky sensation on my hand disappear suddenly, and the black-clothed man stopped screaming.

He used mist…

My body reacted faster than my brain. I quickly retreated using the moon step. When I opened my eyes again, thick fog surrounded me, making it impossible to see anyone.

Too bad…

This doesn’t affect me!

Crack!

After regaining my balance, I fully activated the Frost Order within my body. Freezing air erupted from my surroundings. The fog instantly dissipated and crystallized in the frosty air. The white frost, which had been gradually melting due to the high temperature, spread again on the muddy ground. Within seconds, visibility extended beyond ten meters.

Where is that guy…

I looked around, searching for the black-clothed man amidst the continuously dissipating fog. My ears perked up, silently warning me of any attacks from behind. However, after a long wait, the fog had dissipated to over twenty meters, but there was still no sign of the other person.

…?

No way…

The distant cries of battle continued to grow closer, yet everything around me remained eerily silent. Apart from the wind, even the slightest footstep couldn’t be heard.

“…”

Did he run away?

The fog had dissipated to over thirty meters, and the karma flames were no longer burning.

He ran away.

…..

On the western side of the battlefield, loud thuds continued to echo. The surrounding land was already unrecognizable, as if hit by missiles. Deep pits nearly half a meter deep, Isaac, with a brutally ferocious posture, pressed the already bloodied and barely breathing heretic brute under him. He swung his fists like sledgehammers, pummeling the brute’s face and body, splattering blood and causing the brute to twitch with his remaining leg, unable to make a sound.

Soon, Isaac stood up from the now liquefied corpse, stepping heavily out of the pit.

He looked up and saw the scattered heretics in the distance and the gold-armored knights charging in like wolves.

“Charge! Charge! Eat their flesh, drink their blood—!!!”

Saphiros, riding a beast, fought his way through the blood, cutting down a retreating heretic, and roared at the knights behind him. Amidst the crowd, earth-shaking shouts resounded again. The infantry and cavalry, armed with spears and shields, broke through the collapsing defensive line of the heretics with overwhelming force. They marched under the divine light, stepping over the karma flames towards the city wall, meeting up with the elite cavalry who had broken through the encirclement. Like an unstoppable blade, they cut through the heretic formation.

“Isaac—”

I hovered in mid-air on an ice platform, using the moon step to rush over to the devastated land. I saw the bald knight nearby, wiped the blood off my face, and called out to him. The bald man turned around. Blood covered more of his body than mine, his face completely red. His fierce gaze and the killing intent emanating from him made my heart tremble.

“Little one, you’re just in time! We’ve crushed the rats on this side. Next, come with me and charge up the wall to turn this place upside down!”