Chapter 534

Chapter 579 – Long Night Dark Flame Part 4

The overwhelming force of this attack carried fierce flames and a strong wind that almost blinded me, but I quickly reacted. I let go of the tall heretic’s hand, turned my head sideways, and at the moment his arms were about to crush down on me, I planted my feet in a horse stance, raised my delicate left arm, and blocked—

Boom!

An astonishing explosion sounded above me.

A force as heavy as a hammer struck down, accompanied by a massive impact, the flames suddenly spread out, engulfing my entire body. The ground beneath my feet trembled abruptly, yellow soil burst open, ashes flew high, spreading within five or six meters, obscuring my vision. Wind roared beside my ears, and the temperature around me surged instantly.

The heretic in mid-air was pressing down on me with his whole body. His solid arm slammed into my lifted forearm, and a powerful pressure hit me suddenly, shaking me so hard that my entire body went numb for a moment. The sound of his enraged roar still echoed in my ears like a great bell, and only then did a slight pain start to come from my left arm.

I furrowed my brows.

“You… you hurt me!”

As the angry voice filled the air, I twisted my waist, wrapped my right fist in frost, and clenched my knuckles until they made a “crackling” sound. My punch, like a tiger’s roar, broke through the dust and red flames, heading towards the heretic’s lower abdomen—

Bam!

This punch was as terrifying as a full-force attack that could destroy the world, sending Superman flying. The explosive sound shattered the air before my eyes, making them shake. The heretic who had just flown over was instantly bent in half, his chest almost touching his calves. With an astonishing breaking wind sound, he flew back like straw and became a tiny black dot in my blurry vision.

The tremendous impact and counterforce forced me to stagger backward several steps. I barely managed to steady myself and didn’t have time to check where the other person landed. I immediately turned my head to look at the tall heretic—hit by the surging fiery air wave, he had been blown more than ten meters away onto the grass. His body was covered in hellfire and blood, struggling to get up… there was no way I would give him a chance.

Moon Step!

Whoosh—

The pursuit took less than half a second. My vision blurred momentarily and then cleared again. I rushed forward with a gale, arriving in front of the twisted, blood-covered tall heretic. I pressed his upper body down with one hand, forcing him back to the ground, while I swung my other hand like a big ear slap, striking his bloody, mangled face.

“Gag… cough…”

One slap almost snapped the man’s neck, twisting his face into a grotesque angle. Blood burning with crimson flames spewed from his contorted mouth. My palm hurt where his bone had poked through, and the sticky substance on my hand was very uncomfortable. I grew even angrier and was about to deliver another slap when a whistling sound came from behind me.

Enough already…

Ignoring the Church’s counterattack, are you all trying to focus fire on me!?

I left the dying tall heretic on the ground and turned around, lifting my skirt. In my sight, countless intense fireballs flew in from all directions, grazing the ground. Intense wind roared, igniting large areas of land, and blinding light turned the night into a bloody red.

“Huff…”

I exhaled a cold breath.

Looking at the overwhelming hellfire rushing towards us, after a moment, I raised my right arm slowly over my head.

Then, I swung it down suddenly.

Crack crack crack crack crack—!!!

Spikes, frost mist, ice, and a hurricane-like chill gathered in an instant from my side, under my feet, beneath the yellow earth, and from the crimson sky around me. Chaotic currents obscured the moon, and the intertwined power of ice blue and frost white surged like a tsunami, overturning the night and charging forward!

In an instant, the countless fireballs more than ten meters away turned to ashes, dissolving into steam in the frosty waves. The violent order energy passed through unobstructed, the terrifying tide of ice spikes and frost gathered in a semicircle, plowing through the yellow earth, carrying sandstorms and winds, spreading at an astonishing speed, devouring countless hellfires.

“Fall back! Form ranks and hold shields! Fall back quickly—”

The knights holding shields retreated clumsily due to the wind and waves from afar. The holy spear shot from the town was swept higher into the sky, and the impact of the frost power spread to the fence further away. Rows of wooden fences collapsed with the cold wind, falling “clattering.” Frost danced in the air, spreading to the orchards two or three hundred meters away and to the slopes within the town. The old priest at the front closed his eyes, and fine frost settled on his gray beard.

“What is this…”

“How can this be…”

Several clergy members trembled in awe behind the hill.

Despite their position being at the farthest edge of the raging cold current outside the town, they had been watching the battlefield since Lady Silvija, the knight of the Pope, charged out of the town. From their high vantage point, they had watched the young lady charge into the fray like a tiger among sheep, killing one heretic after another. The entire process was probably clearer to them than anyone else because of their elevated position. This was not a fight; it was a one-sided massacre, sheer—

Absolutely absurd.

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that these heretics, especially those in the “Blood Sacrifice” stage, almost invincible beings, whose hellfire power was so formidable that even the Pope’s knights had to approach cautiously. When had they become so weak, like lambs awaiting slaughter, easily massacred without any resistance…

And the person doing this…

It was a fief that had been enfeoffed for just one year, and the girl was said to be only sixteen years old.

Oh, she was already seventeen.

But this was…

“Absurd, completely unreasonable, how could this be…”

Despite the fact that those terrifying heretics were enemies and Sir Silviga was on their side, a righteous papal knight—her actions matched her title. She single-handedly defeated the Abyss, bravely fighting against evil heretics, undoubtedly a powerful hero who inherited the spirit of the iris.

Though that was true.

The elderly priest turned around numbly. Ice crystals sparkled in the air, sticking to his gray beard and his round hat. The elderly priest trembled, and the clerics behind him were even more so, with some stomping their feet from the cold.

But their expressions were all filled with a sense of absurd disbelief, staring at the one-sided battle in the distance as if the situation there was not a hero suppressing a mischievous demon, but rather a stronger demon showing its power to them—how could someone really be this strong…

“This is…”

The elderly priest had served the deity for forty years, and thus he had met many sturdy papal knights. However, he had never seen or heard of anyone having such an affinity for the power of order, such talent, as that young girl far away. Even the old sword master probably couldn’t match her. It was simply unheard of…

Just now, she had only waved her hand once.

The impact of the frost spread like a tidal wave, surging outwards. The direction of the force was not towards them. Lady Silviga, being a papal knight, naturally wouldn’t ignore the state of the village or the knights still fighting outside the town. In fact, the arc of the impact almost pressed towards the west parallel to the town, where the storm was sweeping towards two heretics. Those two heretics were now buried under the frost, their figures no longer visible.

The impact of the ice nearly swept and covered the entire land outside the town, extending beyond five hundred meters. The rumbling sounded like a collapse, the biting wind sweeping through, making the knights outside the town almost unable to stand steady. But here, only a few remnants remained, along with dense, tiny frost particles floating in the air.

Even so, the elderly priest felt his old bones freezing stiff.

He shivered and muttered to his colleagues behind him, “What are we doing…”

“It’s enough with just her…”

Someone heard his words and turned around, shivering.

The elderly priest saw the face of the person in front of him rapidly change, from green to white and then to purple, as if holding his breath, unable to exhale or swallow.

He knew this person.

Though they weren’t close, he didn’t particularly like him. Apart from this mission, the elderly priest had never interacted with him before. But he knew that this young man came from the Holy City, was an outstanding member of the younger generation of the Faithful, born extraordinary and endowed with remarkable talent. But because of this, he was arrogant. Before tonight, he had boasted that he would make the jester come back with nothing.

The elderly priest could understand why such a young man would be proud—being in his twenties, he had already surpassed his own forty years of devout prayer in using miracles. He was chosen by the deity and, since accepting the blessing, was different from ordinary monks who had only received minor favors after decades of arduous practice. His future was promising.

He must have grown up surrounded by applause and flowers, perhaps like this kind of person, who doesn’t understand reverence or humility, often saying some outrageous words typical of the young.

But at this moment, the elderly priest looked into his eyes and saw no trace of the previous arrogance, only a complex mix of fear, trembling, helplessness, or defeat, or perhaps some deeply rooted beliefs shattered by that shocking blow. This outstanding member of the Faithful, after holding his breath for a while, actually let out a shout, seemingly in disbelief and pain for the heretics.

“That was a blood sacrifice stage believer!”

That was indeed correct…

The elderly priest wanted to mock him a little, to teach the young man that there are mountains higher than others in the world. Although he didn’t particularly like him, he was indeed a good seedling. There was still a long road ahead, and he couldn’t ruin it with youthful arrogance… That was what he thought, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

He wanted to laugh, but couldn’t.

That was truly…

A real, blood sacrifice stage heretic…

Six people…

A seventeen-year-old girl…

Powerless.

“…Absurd…”

In the end, the elderly priest shivered again and said “absurd,” then turned his head numbly, his pupils trembling as he looked back outside the town.

In his field of vision, the frost was dispersing, dust and stones falling, ice crystals and frost fog rising into the higher night sky. The large fires burning outside the town had completely extinguished, replaced by a scene reminiscent of winter, icy and snowy.

And in that scene, only a bright, crimson flame continued to burn, standing out vividly against the vast expanse of frost-white.

That—

The elderly priest squinted and looked far away. In the flames, there seemed to be a figure…

The figure was blurry, leaning on a cane, walking in an indescribably strange way, alone, passing through the still-unstopped cold current, stepping over the frozen white frost-covered ground, approaching the direction of the girl, step by step.