Chapter 725

Chapter 110 The Power of Extinction Part 1

Bang—

A muffled sound echoed as dust exploded.

The young girl’s figure vanished amidst the wind and reappeared in front of Pope Knight Carlos in the next moment.

He stood there for a long time.

It was only then that the man seemed to realize something. His unfocused pupils gradually regained some focus. He lay on his back, coughing violently, blood frothing at his mouth. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t produce any sound.

In his hazy vision, the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar young girl stood beside his head. Her black armor gleamed darkly under the gray sky. She looked down at him with a neutral expression, her crimson eyes revealing no emotions.

“Uh… Cough, cough…”

Suddenly, Carlos seemed to remember something.

His face contorted in pain as he struggled to lift his broken right hand. His arm trembled violently as he managed to force his fingers into his blood-soaked collar. The intense pain invaded his brain, making his consciousness fuzzy, yet he still remembered that one thing. Using two fingers, he pulled out an oily and bloody piece of parchment from his chest.

“Ahh…”

The man screamed in pain, his voice already weak. The parchment had been half-drawn out of his collar when he could pull no more. He gasped for breath, his severed hand falling again. The bag containing food seemed to have been damaged in the previous battle, spilling a few pieces onto the ground from his chest.

It appeared to be a pastry made from dough and eggs.

The baked outer layer was covered in dust, with some parts stained with blood. The fallen pieces were mostly deformed, either cracked or flattened. Inside the bag were mostly crumbs, looking completely inedible.

“Cough… Hmm… Snore…”

Carlos’ throat seemed to be clogged with phlegm. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, his pupils becoming unfocused once more. After a moment, his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed several times. Finally, he managed to speak.

“You know… in Whist Town… getting this… isn’t easy… especially… cough, especially sugar… Can you guess how I got it… Cough! Cough!”

The man panted painfully. With each breath, it sounded like a wheezing bellows, raspy and strained, as if he might stop breathing at any moment.

“Pity… some of it… got ruined…”

He tried to lift his hand again, but ultimately couldn’t. His body felt numb, his eyelids heavy, and his mind hazy. The image before him became increasingly blurry. The young girl’s face, which was faintly visible, turned into three overlapping images above his head before fading away.

“L… Little… Hill…”

Carlos muttered, his voice slurred: “Why… did you… kill those monks…”

Silence…

The girl remained silent.

“Answer… cough… answer me…”

The man pressed on, his voice nearly inaudible.

After that, the seemingly lifeless doll-like girl, who had not spoken a word or shown any emotion since waking up and decisively killing, finally looked at the man’s weak and suffering face. At that moment, she finally spoke.

“They hurt you.”

Her voice was clear and melodious, smooth and different from before.

When the man heard her voice, his painful expression froze momentarily.

One second, two seconds passed.

“You…”

He spoke again, his azure eyes completely unfocused. His lips trembled as he forced a smile, as if accepting the choice made by the girl or himself, a deep and meaningful smile spreading across his face.

“You’re still… the same… as before…”

Silence…

Silence…

The beautiful girl frowned slightly.

She thought for a moment, as if she was about to say something more.

But she realized that the man could no longer hear her voice.

The Pope’s Knight named Carlos had slowly closed his eyes amidst the swirling sand and wind.

…………

Above the sky, the black clouds continued to churn endlessly.

Standing beside the unconscious man, the young girl slowly squatted down, kneeling on the ground. Her face remained expressionless as usual, her crimson eyes unblinking, staring at the man’s face in a daze for a long while.

She then extended her right hand, using her thumb and index finger encased in black armor to pick up one of the fallen pastries from the ground, holding it up to her eyes to look at it. She pursed her lips, blowing off the dust on top of it before gently placing it in her mouth and biting down, chewing it carefully along with the blood-soaked pieces.

A warm tear trickled down from her crimson left eye.

She then stuffed the entire pastry into her mouth, causing her cheeks to bulge. She chewed vigorously, and her usually expressionless face suddenly became as cute and interesting as it used to be. However, her blood-red eyes seemed even colder, like frost flying through the winter sky, hinting at a raging anger hidden within.

At this moment, the awakened girl finally revealed her emotions.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—

The slight sound of the wind swept past her ears, stirring the man’s bloody hair lying on the barren earth. The face covered in dark red mud, as calm as if asleep, reflected in the young girl’s angry eyes. She stretched out her right hand again, her palm stopping over the man’s messy head, gently rubbing it as he used to do to her.

Then, the familiar face reflected in her pupils seemed to instantly turn into flames. The girl heard the knights’ noisy voices behind her, attempting to approach this side, amid the clashing of armor and the chaotic sounds of hooves, faintly intermingled with the buzzing of divine signs.

“Grace scales, form ranks—”

“We will face an unprecedentedly terrifying enemy! Everyone, pay attention! Follow my signal, obey my orders, according to God’s will, the light of the ‘Chain of Gods’ will shine once again on this desolate land—”

“Third squad, reset!”

“Fifth squad, reset!”

“Eighth squad, reset!”

“Faith…”

As she heard these voices, the food in her mouth was swallowed, and she exhaled a puff of hot breath. Black smoke rose slowly with the heat wave, accompanied by a sharp “hissing” sound. The flames burning in her eyes grew more intense. The body under the black armor emitted several dull explosions, followed by a sudden “whoosh,” and a massive, flaming, crimson-colored bat-like wings spread open from her back!

She did not get up but instead pulled the tattered Pope’s Knight cloak off the man’s shoulders with force, tearing it into two pieces with a “ripping” sound.

Holding tightly onto the torn piece, the flames in her eyes seemed to blaze outward. Her white hair behind her head gradually grew longer, and blood patterns on her exposed skin under the armor climbed upward. A pair of dark red, slender horns slowly emerged from her forehead, with red lightning flickering and black smoke swirling around them. An eerie tail with flowing dark light slithered out from under her skirt armor, lifting high and then suddenly swinging downward toward the ground—

Boom!

In the midst of a huge, explosive-like dull sound, the land behind the girl was cracked open by her tail, the cracks extending dozens of meters away. The rising dust resembled a tsunami, exploding outward with the wind.

That was just a casual swing, yet it caused the knights and priests hundreds of meters away to lose their composure. The shouts from that distance became increasingly intense, and the girl slowly turned her head amidst the commotion.

She looked at the panicked crowd behind her and raised the hand that had touched Carlos’ head.

Then, she slowly lowered it.

Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble…

In the sky, a crimson fire vortex suddenly condensed, shattering the dark clouds with a thunderous explosion. Hot hurricane winds swept over the wasteland, and a horrifying corner of a fire meteor instantly appeared from the cloud layer.