Chapter 500

Posted by Kuze, ? Views, Released on February 16, 2025

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Chapter 123 – Ferocious (Part 2)

On the inner side of the high walls in the northern part of the city, scattered fires burned in the streets and ruins, their light extending far away. The cries of men and the sounds of hooves echoed from all directions. The knights, clad in golden armor, stepped through pools of blood, chasing after the scattered heretics who were fleeing in panic.

From the direction of the wall, countless large craters created by their deputy commander Isaac’s Judgement Punch still reflected in everyone’s eyes. Further south, behind the relatively darker residential area, lights flickered at an alarming frequency, as if they were enduring bombardment.

The earth trembled repeatedly with tremendous shockwaves coming from the brightest flames, striking the hearts of all present. After another explosion, some knights paused in their pursuit, looking up with horror-stricken faces. They whispered to their companions, “Is that… Lady Sylvie fighting?”

“How terrifying…”

“She’s just a girl younger than us…”

“Shh! Don’t let her hear you.”

Thick smoke filled the night sky, and the clamor of voices rose. It was difficult to see any civilians in the northern part of the city anymore.

A vast killing field unfolded as the knights advanced. Blood and fire surged in the darkness, while holy light descended from above, eradicating the lurking shadows. Horned beasts galloped, and the knights shouted, charging toward the southern part of the city, heading straight for the most intense battlefront.

A thousand meters south of the northern city wall, human figures collided and shattered the walls, causing debris to fly everywhere. The deafening sound of impact echoed continuously. In the midst of the raging flames, blood spurted out, and the heretic known as Mist Concealer was blasted away.

His body was already torn and bloodied, his limbs and organs mixed together, barely recognizable as human. Yet, his throat had not been completely destroyed, and he let out a horrifying scream from his twisted mouth. The fierce flames swept forward but did not hinder the petite girl.

After another violent explosion, another wall collapsed as if hit by a cannonball, bricks flying over ten meters away, smashing streetlights and sending dust and smoke everywhere. With the girl’s advance, this destructive force spread further.

In a dark alley hundreds of meters away, after the initial impact reached here, Lilith’s legs gave way. Supported by the young knight Barry, she stumbled against the wall and fell, unable to regain her composure for a long time.

She heard explosions in the distance, followed by increasingly intense sounds. Intermittent gunfire seemed to be closing in on them.

Lilith trembled violently, fear and shock spreading in her heart. Her mind became hazy, as if she were in a dream. She covered her ears and lowered her head, trying to escape the terrifying war like an ostrich.

“Don’t be afraid, that’s my sister. You don’t need to be afraid…”

Beside her, Barry gently comforted her, his eyes fixed on the spreading flames. His face, frozen with blood, had gleaming eyes.

…

Boom—

Explosions burst forth, frost scattered wildly, and ferocious attacks tore down houses, causing massive destruction. The impact spread through the dust and smoke. Two figures constantly crossed paths within this chaos, blood splattering.

Boom!

Between the crumbling walls and flying stones, the girl grabbed Mist Concealer’s hair again, pressing him to the ground. She took a stance, bending her waist, and punched his bloody face repeatedly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Where is the clown—”

Clatter…

Everything around them collapsed under the impact. Countless objects in mid-air were ignited or frozen. The ground beneath cracked under the heavy blows, and the man’s head was smashed once more. He could no longer speak. The girl asked the same question repeatedly, not so much interrogating as simply venting her anger.

Her slender arms swung with the force of a thousand pounds, smashing Mist Concealer’s head and chest, breaking his limbs. Blood sprayed, but the intense flames had no effect on her. However, every punch from her opponent drew blood. Under such fierce strikes, Mist Concealer’s mind had become sluggish, yet he could still think. He thought about how pathetic he looked right now—never in his life had he been forced to this point, even when facing stronger enemies.

Helpless and powerless.

The girl seemed to have a natural dominance over him. Mist Concealer had never felt such frustration and absurdity on anyone else. Although her swordsmanship and physical techniques showed traces of the ancient Sword Saint, after a few moves, he realized she hadn’t truly mastered them, sometimes appearing stiff and unnatural.

Mist Concealer believed in his innate talent and had experienced countless life-and-death situations. With the power of the fierce flames “Blood Sacrifice,” he did not take ordinary Pope knights seriously. Even if his opponent had extraordinary talent, like the woman he encountered recently at sea, whose lightning skills were exquisite and whose sword strikes were lethal, what difference did it make?

Even if her physical strength and talent surpassed his, there was nothing to fear. As long as he fought with a strategy of mutual injury and mutual sacrifice, unafraid of pain, and willing to “die” once, he could withstand the enemy’s attacks.

Under attack, he turned his opponent to ashes — with this method, the Mist Hidden One had killed more than just one or two enemies stronger than himself.

After obtaining the power of inferno, battles became much simpler and more efficient. He no longer needed to care about the enemy’s moves or whether they were Wind Order or Fire Order. In recent years, the Mist Hidden One’s attacks had become extremely monotonous: release mist, disappear, reappear, and deal a fatal blow, without needing to deliberately exploit any openings. Although he might sustain injuries, he could recover quickly.

For a time, he believed there was no one he couldn’t defeat.

Even if the Sword Saint himself came, he believed he could escape.

This mission by the Gate of Truth should have been a pleasant and unrestrained killing spree for the Mist Hidden One. He had long coveted the beautiful women among the nobles of West Continent, and now he could indulge in them. After the matter was over, he planned to take a few interesting ones back with him — he had all sorts of enjoyment plans in mind and never worried that he might die here.

However, he was about to die here.

Killed by a girl who was only sixteen years old, barely out of childhood, possibly the most beautiful girl in West Continent, his ideal plaything.

What a joke… No one could kill him… Calm down, calm down, calm down… What should I do… What am I supposed to do…

The power of inferno rapidly weakened under the girl’s repeated attacks and his repeated injuries. The Mist Hidden One told himself to stay calm while being hit, but his mind was in chaos, filled with panic and fear. He couldn’t think of any way to escape, not even a chance to steady his body.

Punches and blades rained before his eyes, striking his body from all sides. The girl leaped, landing behind him, then kicked his leg, causing his barely stabilized form to tilt and fall again — her straightforward attack methods, which he had always despised, didn’t require dodging; all he needed was to release the inferno to turn the opponent to ashes.

But all the means he knew were ineffective against the girl.

Boom boom boom boom boom—

Violent ice energy crashed down like missiles, huge light and heat sweeping out, grass bending and dissolving, shockwaves spreading in all directions. The walls deformed and collapsed like paper, a massive circular wave冲开 in front of him! In the next moment, he saw the girl’s beautiful face flash before his eyes, and then everything went dark.

The impact burst the Mist Hidden One’s eyes open, and the cold frost instantly spread across his face. The burning inferno flickered in the cold mist. The man’s broken body was grabbed by the hair from the ground, thrown into the air, and then the short scythe of extreme ice flew out, piercing his forehead—

Clang!

The Mist Hidden One’s body was pinned to the wall that had collapsed halfway, swinging like a pendulum, flames dripping from his hanging, twisted feet.

“Hehehehehaha…”

The man laughed softly.

It was hard to imagine what complex emotions he was experiencing at this moment.

The girl’s strength, speed, and talent were far beyond his, and even beyond those of everyone he knew. He recalled how, when a few people first mentioned her, there was a mocking atmosphere. Everyone, even the lowest-ranking devotee, thought that a sixteen-year-old girl, with some talent, was nothing to be afraid of in front of experienced warriors like him.

Marcus, Angus, Hacha, Wessermill… any one of them could easily kill such a young girl.

Now…

Wessermill was probably dead.

Ridiculous, absurd, how could this be, what kind of joke is this, cheating…

His mind was a jumbled mess, his heart full of endless frustration, anger, and fear. Not long ago, he had confidently made many plans, laughably wanting to make the girl his plaything.

“Huhuhuhuahaha…”

The girl stood quietly in front, looking at the disfigured demon with its bloody, grotesque mouth, laughing like a madman.

She was waiting for him to recover.

Waiting for the man’s face and mouth, tongue to heal. Then the girl asked again, “Where is the clown?”

She wiped the blood from her face, blinked, and added expressionlessly, “Tell me, and I’ll let you die.”

“Hahahahahaha—”

The Mist Hidden One laughed until tears came to his eyes.

If his eyes had recovered.

When did he become so weak that his enemy could calmly say something like “granting death”?

Since that’s the case…

Then die.

“Huhuhuhuhu… You… want to know about the clown… huhuhahaha…”