Chapter 498

Chapter 121 – Ferocity Part 1

Flames and frost surged and intertwined before my eyes.

The intense impact stirred up gravel and fierce winds, sweeping through the entire street before howling out in all directions!

Rumble rumble rumble—

In the massive explosion, the paving stones on the ground cracked and shot out like bullets, smashing into the surrounding high-rise buildings. Light poured out wildly, and human bodies were flung into the air, disintegrated and destroyed by the terrifying force of extreme heat and cold. The wind continued to blow, spreading outwards. At the center of the storm, the man who had caught my strike had his hair standing on end in the flames.

Rumble rumble rumble…

The tremendous sound continued, with buildings collapsing amidst the tremors. Roofs suddenly flew off and smashed into the nearby bell tower. Brick fragments rained down and hit the ground, followed by dust bursting open in the air. It swirled into a frost-fire whirlwind, rising tens of meters high.

“Li’l Girl—!!!”

In the chaotic wind, the Sixth Senator, tightly suppressed and with his feet deeply embedded in the cracked ground, let out a hoarse scream of fury. His face had returned to normal but seemed even more hideous now. His eyes were bloodshot, and the captain’s long knife he was holding had been cut in half, its blade pressing hard against his shoulder. No matter how loudly he roared, he could not lift it again.

Crack!

The ground beneath him caved in, and smoke scattered once more before my eyes. For an instant, as my vision was obscured, I released my grip on the sickle’s handle, sidestepped, and stepped left. Frost rapidly condensed in my left palm, and with a “crack crack crack” of ice shattering, the elegant short sickle formed in a blink, gleaming with dense white mist. I swung it towards the heretic’s waist—

Thud!

The sensation of the blade entering flesh came, followed by a strong gust of wind from the side. A flaming fist was coming at me. I ducked, keeping my upper body parallel to the ground, and kicked up with my right foot, my toe touching the handle of Captain Gray’s weapon. With a clang, the huge black sickle spun in the air. I circled around behind my opponent, catching the falling sickle and slashing horizontally at the enemy—

Clang!

The opponent blocked with their blade, which was instantly severed and slanted into the ground. In the dust, the figure was flung away by immense force, crashing into a pile of rocks nearby, sparks flying everywhere.

“Why…”

Rumble!

The explosion sent rubble flying. The nameless Sixth Senator stood up from the rubble, threw away his broken blade, and punched me with both fists, each punch accompanied by torrents of hellfire, nearly flipping the entire street.

“Why why why why…”

Rumble rumble rumble—

Explosions continued from in front and behind. The paving stones underfoot shattered and glowed red-hot, emitting thick smoke. Numerous buildings collapsed under the bombardment, and hellfire burned throughout the street. Yet, at the center of the flames, that petite figure held two sickles, stepping forward step by step, not even her clothes catching fire.

“Why are you unafraid of hellfire! Why!!!”

“Aaahhhhhh—!!!”

The Hidden Fog felt as if he was going mad.

He recalled不久前，在双方激战的战场上，这个乳臭未干的小不点竟然敢独自向他冲过来。那一刻，他心里觉得挺可笑的。

十六岁，未经人事的丫头而已。仗着自己还有些天赋，不知天高地厚地冲进战场，头脑一热，居然想一个人杀了自己？

被教会洗脑过了，就把那些所谓的荣耀，把那些虚名看得比命还重，可怜的小家伙…

不过她既然敢来，那就别想再回去。

当时的雾隐者抱着这样的想法，在几次交手之后，他蓦然发现，虽然脸上和身上都是血，但这

The girl was breathtakingly beautiful.

In that instant, the Mist Hidden One felt a sudden surge of wicked thoughts and found himself reluctant to kill her. He wanted to lure this naive girl over, then set up a trap for her step by step, before the Jester, that perverted man, discovered anything, and claim her as his own… By the truth god above, from his many years of experience, he was almost certain that this girl was still a virgin.

Women from the Eastern Continent were often weather-beaten; the ones he had played with before, whether they were courtesans or ordinary women, already looked like they were in their thirties by the age of twenty. In the Western Continent, the situation was much better; even the daughters of commoners didn’t have such poor skin. The noblewomen were even more delicate, but compared to the girl in front of him, they all seemed inferior.

Moreover, besides her skin, those exquisite features, those starry eyes that were so captivating, made it impossible for him to look away.

The Mist Hidden One knew deep down that he had been bewitched by the girl’s beauty, foolishly speaking such words on the battlefield to an enemy. Yet, he couldn’t help himself. He knew he could not miss this opportunity, for if he did, he might never be able to find enjoyment in any other woman again.

Such thoughts persisted until the girl unleashed the sword technique of the Immortal.

Until he realized that the powers he boasted of, whether it was the Fires of Sin or the Order of Mist, were completely useless against her. He could hardly even cause her the slightest trouble.

At that moment, the Mist Hidden One panicked.

The battle had reached its climax, and it was clear that they would lose. Aletheion City could no longer be taken, but he could not die here. So the Mist Hidden One fled, rushing into the city and hurriedly giving orders to hold the walls at all costs. Then he turned and left the battlefield, heading south to escape amidst the chaos.

His goal had been achieved.

The reinforcements coming to support the enemy were too strong; there was no need to continue fighting.

The Mist Hidden One left with a few trusted followers, never imagining that the obstacle posed by the walls would not delay the Church Knights for long. He also never expected that the beautiful yet troublesome little girl would find him so quickly and attack him with such precision.

With just one strike, everyone accompanying him was dead.

The Mist Hidden One barely managed to block her lethal move, and the power of the Fires of Sin was fully unleashed, yet he felt even more helpless. He was utterly powerless against her, but the girl looked at him as if she saw her mortal enemy, her relentless determination making it clear that there was no room for compromise between them.

She wanted to kill him.

“Arghhhhhhhh!”

A mad scream, merely to mask his inner fear. Violent attacks continuously battered forward, everything being reduced to ashes in the raging flames. This was his pride, but now such power seemed so pale, weak, and futile. Her figure was engulfed in the flames, unscathed.

Why wasn’t she dead…

Not dead…

Not dead, not dead, not dead!!!

“Go see the Truth God!!!”

Rumbling—

Intense air currents swept through the streets, the cobblestone road was already in ruins, dirt flew dozens of meters high, and distant houses collapsed. Everything melted in the intense heat, except for the girl.

Amidst the flames, she discarded the melting ice scythe and extended her hand toward him.

In the next moment, the scene before him was sent flying.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Gale winds howled past his ears, a fair, delicate hand, seemingly breakable with a gentle touch, gripped the Mist Hidden One’s neck like a vise, exerting an irresistible force. He felt he could no longer breathe, “crash crash crash” breaking through several walls. Her beautiful face was right in front of him, her bright eyes like venomous snakes, fixedly staring at him.