Chapter 704

Chapter 89 Corruption – Eleven

The yellow sand swept across the road, gently blowing through the collapsed and burning remains.

Carlos stood side by side with Apfel. Not far ahead, a female heretic named Elma emerged from the rising mist. The sins fires around her reignited, glowing like fireflies around her front and back. She walked up the collapsed and tilted wall of the ruins, looking down from above at the two papal knights. Her blood-red eyes held the same indifferent gaze as always.

The wind seemed to grow fiercer, and there was a wailing sound in the air, as if someone was crying. The hair behind Carlos’s head danced wildly in the wind. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and opened his eyes wide, looking up towards the west sky.

Apfel, the old woman, also looked that way.

Following her, even the female heretic Elma looked up.

The rolling black clouds swirled over the sky, almost completely blocking out the sunlight. The sky turned gray as if night was approaching. The shocking lightning flashed like a crimson dragon weaving through the clouds, illuminating the entire world for a moment.

In that moment, they saw the aged figure hanging high in the gray sky.

“Teacher…”

“Sir…”

Carlos and Apfel spoke in unison, murmuring.

Elma frowned, her expression finally changing. She watched the figure slowly descend from the sky, the sins fires around her growing more intense. Her fists clenched involuntarily, her body gradually tensing.

She felt an invisible yet omnipresent killing intent pressing from all sides of the wind, invincible and unstoppable.

“Knight Saint Leon…”

That name had been her nightmare for many years.

And it was an existence she could never surpass no matter what.

Although she had prepared herself mentally, seeing that figure again, Elma still felt an irresistible pressure. The elderly figure slowly descended from the sky, light and frail, yet in Elma’s eyes, it was as heavy as a mountain peak, suffocating her, causing her breath to be obstructed, blood to rush, and heart to pound violently.

She thought she had long let go of those hatreds.

Her father’s death, her mother’s death, were all caused by that old man. He led to the disintegration of the Gate of Truth, leading her down this bloody and thorny path, but it didn’t matter. This might be her destiny. Because she was the child of the “Great Demon,” demons ultimately do not have a good end, destined to die at the hands of a hero. It just happened that the hero was Knight Saint Leon.

Elma always told herself that she should let the past go, that even if the future was dark, there would still be a glimmer of hope waiting for her quietly.

Hatred would only blind her.

After her parents’ deaths, Elma had always tried to make her heart stronger, tougher, tough enough to be free from any emotional constraints, becoming an extremely rational person.

And indeed, she had achieved it.

Not long ago, before her first encounter with Knight Saint Leon, Elma had managed to do so.

But that night, when she truly faced that old man, she realized that the hatred buried deep within her had erupted more intensely than she imagined, just as it did now, uncontrollable.

Even though there was trembling emotion mixed in that anger.

But…

She would have to fight him again.

She had lost before.

This time, Elma wanted to win.

She wanted to kill him.

Perhaps…

This might be her last chance.

“You’re called Carlos, right.”

The female heretic Elma looked up at the sky.

The figure stood there, her face as cold as snow. However, the words she spoke were directed at the swordsman not far away: “Since you want to save her, then please do your best.”

In the next moment, scarlet inferno surged from beneath her feet!

“Fe! Heterodox—!”

“Hey hey…”

The intense heat wave rushed towards them, the temperature soaring so high that even the ground beneath their feet began to steam. Elder Apfel, with blood foaming in her mouth, shouted against the raging tide, but was soon pulled back by Carlos. The raging flames spread to where they had been standing within two seconds, the tongues of fire rising to the sky, leaping dozens of meters into the air from the heart of the town.

Carlos held Elder Apfel’s thick waist with both hands, his body surrounded by arcs of lightning, as he retreated with her over forty to fifty meters away. He saw that at the center of the rising flames, the body of the female heterodox seemed to be distorting and deforming, her shadow growing巨大无比, reaching fifteen or sixteen meters in height. Sharp claws covered in scales suddenly emerged from the flames, followed by a massive head akin to that of a dragon.

They retreated beyond the ruins into a narrow alley that had been destroyed, leaping onto the top of a tall wall that had yet to fully collapse, and then steadied themselves.

In front of them, the ruins they had been standing on were now engulfed in a surging sea of flames. The bloody sphere, shrouded in smoke, still hovered above the fiery sea. Below it, at the heart of the flames, a massive figure twisted its limbs, slowly standing up and stretching its upper body out of the flames, roaring to the sky.

“Roaaaaaaarrrr!!!!”

The beastly roar shook the heavens and earth, carrying with it a torrent of fire and wind, rushing towards the hunched figure in the sky.

“Cough cough, what is that thing…”

Elder Apfel looked at the hellish scene and whispered, “A dragon? No, that’s not a dragon…”

“Heavenly transformation…”

Carlos’ expression was serious, his eyes revealing a hint of fear: “Her power far exceeds that of ordinary Blood祭祀 cultists. Why are such beings still around…”

“That little heretic girl, when we were chasing her, she was actually hiding this kind of strength!!”

“Maybe it wasn’t hidden… This must be her final desperate move, burning herself alive. She wants to die here.”

“Tsk…”

As they spoke, they looked up again.

In their field of vision, the slender body of Sword Saint Leon was swaying in the scorching wind currents, being lifted higher into the sky by the same currents. In the next moment, the shadow of a giant beast in the flames suddenly spread its wings, which had grown from its back, flapping in the rising tongues of fire, stirring up even more violent waves before soaring up!

“Mm…”

“Eh…”

Carlos and Elder Apfel almost fell off the wall due to the fierce winds, groaning as they struggled to maintain their balance.

The man supported Elder Apfel’s back with one hand, while lifting the other to shield himself from the scorching hurricane. He saw that the giant beast that had soared into the sky had a form extremely similar to a legendary dragon, but appeared even more ferocious and terrifying. Its scales were stained with blood-like colors, and its back was burning with raging inferno. Each of its three tails was covered in black spikes like hooks, and its four claws were also sharp.

The huge red figure flashed past Carlos’ eyes, and before he could get a good look, it charged rapidly toward the direction where the old man was located in the sky.

“Hahaha!”

However, Elder Apfel did not worry at all; instead, she laughed loudly and cursed, “What a fool.”

She showed no intention of helping.

Carlos felt the same way.

But the man’s mind was preoccupied with the last words the female heterodox had said to him.

He glanced inadvertently at the strange floating sphere, his eyes flickering, and slightly furrowed his brows.