Chapter 115

Chapter 115: The Burning Camellia

Chapter 115: The Burning Camellia

Hope Lane, the Caritas Trading Company.

The black-clad squads of the Tisiphone family began setting up ladders to climb the short walls. On top of the wall were the guards of the Caritas Trading Company, engaging in battle with them. Meanwhile, some crossbowmen on a nearby watchtower shot arrows downward, hindering the climbing efforts of the black-clad squads.

Gunshots occasionally rang out from outside the wall, targeting the wall and the watchtower to cover their allies scaling the wall.

Inside the trading company, Lolan Hill submerged her consciousness into her Extraordinary Core. The deep red gemstone, resembling a flower bud, was engraved with magical runes. She had stayed at Demon Sequence 3: Crimson Wound for quite some time. Since awakening, she had been accumulating power in preparation for advancement. According to preliminary estimates, it would take another 3-5 days to fill the last bit of the hourglass, achieving a complete foundation.

But time waits for no one. Now, the Caritas Trading Company was in grave danger. With her current strength, she wasn’t capable of protecting the entire company. She needed to advance.

Even if she exerted all her energy to accelerate, it would still take a day to complete the final gap, to ascend to Demon Sequence 4: Rose Song.

If it were the Natural Sequence, she could advance right now, but facing thousands of enemies and hidden experts, it was likely that her combat power would still be insufficient.

As Lolan Hill’s pupils alternated between crimson and emerald green, the battle on the wall entered a new phase.

Several swordsmen clad in black capes stepped onto the ladders, rushing towards the wall rapidly, stirring up fierce winds. Their swords swung, cutting down many guards, clearing space for the subsequent troops.

Alas, these were elites of Sequence 3. Just as Lolan Hill worried, a roar erupted within the wall. Black led the Purple Night Guard team dressed in purple armor, charging onto the wall, engaging in fierce combat with the enemy. With similar strengths, they were locked in a stalemate for the moment.

Black and purple clashed fiercely on the wall, sparks flying as blades collided. Sometimes, a single slash would split the battlements, leaving smooth cuts behind. They were all Extraordinary Beings among humans, far surpassing ordinary people in combat capability.

But as more black-clad teams continuously rammed against the gate, the rivets began to fall off. Inside the wall, the Caritas guards moved heavy stones and other objects to block the entrance, making their final stand.

Bang—

Bang—

Bang—

The heavy wooden hammers struck the iron gate repeatedly, each sound echoing like a blow to everyone’s heart. Behind the gate, the guards piled up thick mud bags to defend against the muskets from the other side. Then they set up crossbows, anxiously watching the loosening gate. Behind them stood the cavalry units, ready to charge decisively when the gate broke.

Lolan Hill stood on the top floor of the tower. Her pupils were entirely emerald green now, her hair gradually turning light blue, dancing in the air. If there were others around her, they would have shouted in surprise upon seeing this.

There was no choice but to act, she thought silently. Above the sky, the Flowing Clouds began to roll, the moonlight flickering on and off. The night breeze carried a chill.

She raised one hand, and a gentle wind began swirling around her fingers.

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Inside the Helis family residence, swarms of family guards rushed into the main building, completely blocking every entrance and exit. Squadrons of sword-wielding guards ascended the stairs, urgently fortifying the entire building and searching for assassins.

Captain Geld led his men anxiously through the corridors.

“Still haven’t found the Young Lady?”

“Captain, we’ve opened all the doors inside the building. Any assassins we encountered have been killed, but we still haven’t found the Young Lady.”

The guards hung their heads in shame. As protectors who failed to safeguard their master, it was the most disgraceful thing. Most of them had grown up in the Helis family, having deep loyalty, so their sense of shame was even stronger.

“Damn it!”

Geld angrily punched the wall, cursing.

“You despicable bastards of the Tisiphone family, I’ll make sure you suffer!”

“Keep looking! We must find her alive or dead. Search the entire building again. A person as big as the Young Lady can’t just vanish, can she?”

He descended the stairs, gathering the tree artists of the household. Then he ordered all the Helis family’s century-old Flame Camellias to be brought out.

Dusty boxes were carried out one by one. Some locks were even rusted shut and had to be chopped open with axes. The scattered Yellow Camellias, illuminated by firelight, emitted faint glows. The entire courtyard filled with opened boxes presented a beautiful sea of yellow flowers.

“Send arrow messages to the enemies outside!” Geld roared furiously.

“Order them to return Miss Melu within an hour, otherwise, the Helis family will scatter these Flame Camellias across the sky, igniting all of Hope Lane, burning the entire city. Everyone will die in this endless sea of flames.”

“After we’re gone, who cares about the raging fire!”

“They can try me if they think I won’t do it!”

The subordinates were startled after hearing this, then ran off to prepare the arrow messages.

Geld surveyed the group of tree artists in the family. “Now, start chanting. Make the wind rise!”

The tree artists dressed in withered leaf attire hesitated. One of the leaders stepped forward.

“Geld, you are not the Head of the Family, you have no authority to command us. Moreover, burning the entire city is utterly insane. Our families, our children…”

Before he finished speaking, a sword pierced through his chest. He fell to his knees, spitting blood, struggling, until he finally fell silent.

Geld pulled out the bloody longsword.

“You mustn’t forget who brought all this, who gave the Helis family its rebirth.”

His face was grotesque under the firelight. His gaze slowly swept over the present crowd. Squads of sword-wielding guards surrounded these tree artists, drawing their swords, reflecting cold light amidst the flames.

“I won’t repeat myself again. Now, make these camellias rise!”

The tree artists present ceased resistance. These extraordinary beings dressed in withered leaves began to chant the ancient, vast hymns. However, this time, the hymns were particularly mournful.

Layer upon layer of Flame Camellias began rising from the earth, enveloped and lifted by a gentle atmosphere towards the night sky. The bright yellow flowers spiraled upward, forming a massive floral pillar in the sky. The flowers fluttered and danced, the outer parts beginning to burn. The entire city could see it.

It was like a giant lantern rising from the pitch-black ground dotted with scattered starlights, its warm yellow glow illuminating the entire city. The beautifully burning flowers seemed to sway precariously.

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