Chapter 200

Chapter 726: Blue Flame Burning the Moon, Blood Staining the Royal City Part Six

The voice was like soft whispers by one’s ear, rippling through the night.

Dense and bright, the strange patterns that resembled blood vessels crawled once again over Teresa’s arm and face, illuminating her tattered nun’s robe with a glow. Her eyes were veiled in a mysterious red, and as she breathed in and out, wisps of black smoke drifted from her mouth and dissipated into the night.

The night wind surged.

Her black hair fluttered against her face.

I took out a pair of pristine lace gloves from my tattered clothes and put them on. I silently clenched Captain Gray’s cold scythe handle with my right hand, then loosened and gripped it tighter. At the same moment, I stepped forward and raised my left arm to my side, grabbing something in the flickering darkness.

Snap, snap.

The ice-blue short scythe, spiraling with white mist, hissed like a snake’s tongue, and in an instant, it was in my left hand.

Clang—

One long, one short; one black, one white. Two distinct scythes glinted fearfully in the dark, reflecting the flames on Teresa’s body. The freezing white fog almost entirely enveloped my left side, and the ground beneath me instantly turned as hard as rock.

From the main building not far away, candles lit up from various floors, and the muffled sounds of frantic conversations could be heard. At the same time, I heard Richter shouting loudly behind me, “Hall, take the children away—!”

In the next instant, the battle erupted in a shocking manner.

Ten steps away, the nun bowed and punched the air in front of her. Instantly, dazzling red light burst forth, nearly illuminating the entire night. A tremendous pressure suddenly descended, and I was highly alert. My surroundings glowed with a faint blue light as the frost order exploded with full force. Amidst the swirling white mist, I raised my left hand’s ice-cold short scythe and slashed upward.

Bam bam bam!

Countless thick and sharp ice spears, accompanied by surging frost mist, spread out in a fan shape in front of me, facing the raging inferno that came like a deep-sea whirlpool.

Boom—!!!

With a sound like a muffled thunderclap, two enormous shockwaves collided in the center. After a brief moment of intertwining, cold winds and heat waves carried visible ripples and spread outward, sweeping away the grass, bricks, and sand below, flying up seven or eight meters, even tens of meters into the night sky. Some were frozen solid, others turned to ashes in the flames. Steam gushed out like a tsunami, forming mushroom clouds.

Crack crack crack!

A tall and thick ice wall rose in front of me, blocking all the terrifying aftershocks. Debris struck the wall, making dull thuds.

This process lasted only two or three seconds, but ice and fire fragments were already dancing in the night sky. The air alternated between cold and scorching. The turbulent air currents battered my clothes, causing my hair to fly wildly behind me. The intense fluctuations made me almost lose balance, and all I could hear was a buzzing sound. From the side, Richter’s shouts became intermittent: “Take them… further away… disperse… too dangerous…”

I turned around and saw another Canri Sword had picked up Ellie and the little boy, starting to run quickly toward the main building. Finally, a heavy stone fell off my heart. At this moment, Richter’s figure moved to my left, his serious face flickering in the flickering light.

“I’ll help you…”

I looked at him and shook my head lightly, about to speak.

“‘Boswell’ has disappeared. What did Teresa do—!”

Richter’s words shouted in my ear made me freeze on the spot.

Boswell vanished…

I was still processing the meaning of his words when, in the next moment, the ice wall in front of me suddenly exploded with a loud bang, cracking and rapidly collapsing. I was startled and, together with Reckt, hastily jumped to the sides. Scarlet flames burst out from behind the crumbling ice blocks, instantly engulfing the grass where I had been standing.

As the heat flowed, Teresa’s figure leaped up. Her massive black axe, burning with hellfire, drew a blazing red line through the air as it descended vertically with a roar.

This strike… was unstoppable.

In an instant, I realized this and quickly stepped into moonstep, retreating my figure over ten meters away. I steadied myself and swung the ice short scythe towards Teresa’s position—

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Countless ice spears, nearly human height and sharp, exploded along with the strike, extending beyond thirty meters into the distance. The bone-chilling cold dyed everything around with frost, while the air temperature rapidly rose after a brief drop—hellfire burst forth from within the ice spears.

Boom!

The ice spears changed shape under the impact of the flames and shock. At the center of the flames, the slender figure clad in nun’s robes, after a brief retraction, began to dash towards this side, black smoke trailing behind her. Her billowing clothes flapped violently in the wind. She wielded the oversized double-bladed axe with great force, the blade swirling with flames, smashing through one ice spear after another.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ten meters seemed to pass in an instant, and the sounds of combat continued to echo in the air.

Clang! Clang! Snap! Clang! Boom!

The girl and the nun moved swiftly and spun in the night, their black and white scythes and flaming axe flashing with deadly edges. Dozens of collisions and separations occurred, followed by more collisions. The fierce clash of ice and fire lit the night with scarlet and dark blue glows, igniting waves of sin-laden flames, or blooming delicate yet lethal ice flowers.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Teresa’s powerful strike was firmly blocked by Reckt. The metallic clashing resounded in my ears, and my arm felt numb and weak. I took two steps back and then heard a light snap. Looking down, I saw that my ice short scythe had shattered at the blade, falling to the ground.

My brow furrowed slightly.

In the next moment, Reckt appeared silently behind Teresa, placing the short sword against her throat and pulling it forcefully.

Blood gushed out immediately.

“Ugh… Cough! Cough!”

Teresa coughed lightly, completely ignoring her injuries, and twisted her body to swing the massive axe backward.

Reckt clearly knew that such a move alone would not kill the heretic. He had already retreated several meters using the wind before Teresa could twist her body. Now he stood in the distant light of the flames, his face stern and grave as he stared at Teresa.

“Teresa, where is Boswell?”

Boswell…

Suddenly, I widened my eyes and looked up at the night sky.

The moonlight was pale, and the stars were sparse.

Tonight’s night wasn’t particularly beautiful, but it seemed… not much different from usual.

Only…

That layer of “eggshell,” which should have hovered above the royal city, shimmering yet incredibly real, could no longer be found.