Chapter 700

Chapter 85 Degeneration Part 7

Sizzling sounds—

The dark red blood flowing in the sphere seemed to have been suddenly split open at the top by some force, and terrifying dead smoke surged out from the crack, mixed with sparkling ice crystals, and there were also scarlet fire tongues spitting out, flames as dazzling as the sun. The air temperature suddenly became unbearably scorching, and the blood “gurgled gurgled,” boiling more intensely.

Zizi!

Carlos squinted his eyes, his body instantly turning into lightning, retreating dozens of meters away, standing on the burning ruins of a broken earthen house. After feeling that the temperature was no longer so scorching, he quickly lifted his head, staring intently at the sky above.

Then, he gradually widened his pupils.

“This is…”

Boom—

Sand danced in his vision, crimson lightning streaked across his eyes with thunderous roars. The originally clear sky rapidly turned dark, dark clouds like black curtains rolling over like a vortex, pressing down. The cloud layer thickened, the sky appeared lower, everything seemed shrouded in shadow, becoming incredibly dim, as if a greedy demon wanted to swallow the entire world.

Rumbling…

In the next moment, accompanied by an earth-shattering muffled sound, a blood-red beam shot out directly from the crack at the top of the fireball, like a blazing hot line that opened up the heavens and earth, shooting straight into the clouds. Black dead smoke, carrying countless crystal-like frost, entwined around the beam, spreading upward.

The intense light made the man unable to hold back, raising his hand to shield his eyes.

“Little Shire…”

He muttered, then his expression turned solemn. “Zi—” His body turned into lightning again, soaring up, appearing in the blink of an eye, just four or five meters away from the fireball in mid-air.

The instant he appeared from the lightning, the man endured the scorching air, his hair in front of his forehead instantly turning yellow and curling. He forced his eyes wide open, looking into the crack of the fireball. In the bright red flames, like those from a furnace, which were hard to look at, he faintly saw the silhouette of a girl curled up.

Carlos recognized that silhouette at once.

“It’s really you…”

At this moment, he felt his heart tremble violently. There was an indescribable emotion, a mix of shock, anger, anxiety, or perhaps fear, filling his heart.

“Who…”

The scorching heat was unbearable. After confirming with one glance, Carlos transformed into lightning again, flashing to thirty meters away among the burning ruins. Before his feet landed, he swept away the gray cloak covering him, revealing the shiny silver light armor underneath. The long sword at his waist “clang”ed out of its sheath.

“What did they do to you…”

Clang—

The blade, without hesitation, slashed toward the fire beam shooting towards the sky from within the sphere. Invisible blade light, accompanied by a sharp whine, swept out, cutting through the towering earthen walls among the ruins, slicing through the swirling ice crystal dead smoke, and severed the crimson fire beam in one stroke!

…But it had no effect.

The fire beam only broke for a moment, and in the next instant, naturally reconnected. The fire tongues swayed with the wind, as if nothing had happened, continuing to shoot towards the sky.

Above the sky, black clouds moved restlessly, seeming even darker. Crimson lightning streaked across the sky again, and in the rumbling thunder, thick clouds like whirlpools slowly revolved. Blood-red light continuously flashed within the cloud layers, the beam shooting upward from below entered the center of the vortex, sucked into what seemed like a bottomless black hole, making the red flashes within the clouds even brighter.

A scene reminiscent of the end of the world reflected in the man’s tightly contracted pupils, adding another layer of anxiety to his solemn face.

Buzz—

The sword in his hand swung out. This time, he no longer tried to cut through the fiery stream. The crisp sound of the blade echoed as the light of the blade slashed directly at the burning blood ball.

However, in the next instant, countless blood-colored tentacles twisted and stretched out from within the blood ball, intertwining into a thick, massive flow. At the moment the blade of light flew towards it, they blocked the front of the blood ball.

Pfft!

Carlos’s second strike severed numerous writhing tentacles. Blood and flesh exploded messily, creating a nauseating sound as the rain of blood poured down. Meanwhile, the man’s figure had already transformed into an electric arc, disappearing into the blood rain in an instant, determinedly rushing straight towards the fireball.

At the same time.

On the western side of the town, the sound of explosions and the astonishing heat continued to spread. In the midst of the clashing sounds, the obese old woman, with a hateful expression, laughed wildly and swung her heavy hammer towards the female heretic in front of her amidst the burning flames.

Facing the roaring wind, the female heretic did not dare to meet it head-on. She suddenly dodged, transforming into flowing flames and appearing behind the old woman. Her right hand and entire arm were covered in strange, blood-red scales. She grabbed the old woman’s shoulder with that hand. The old woman’s heavy hammer struck the ground with a loud boom, causing the yellow earth beneath to sink deeply. However, in the next moment, amidst the flying dust, the female heretic’s face turned cold, and she clenched her blood-stained fist, striking the old woman’s back.

Crack!

Boom—boom—boom—boom—

The old woman could not dodge in time and was sent flying like a cannonball, smashing through walls and houses until she finally stopped tens of meters away. Dust rose from there. The female heretic paid no more attention and showed no intention of pursuing. Instead, she glanced in the direction of the beam rising from the center of the town, looking at the dark clouds in the sky and the blood-red glow rising from them. After a brief moment of contemplation, she saw a blue lightning flash near the beam.

… Someone is coming.

It’s the enemy.

In the next moment, surging karma flames surged beneath Elina’s feet, carrying her up into the air as she swiftly headed toward the center of the town.

Outside the town.

Black clouds pressed down, casting shadows over the blood-colored sands, turning them somber.

The knights’ formation began to become restless and uneasy. The bishop in front, Aresta, abandoned his argument with the old man. Both of their attentions were completely drawn to the beam of light rising from the center of the town.

“What is that…”

Aresta’s lips trembled as he muttered.

“…”

The old man did not answer his question but stared intently at the direction from which the beam was rising. His brows, which had previously been calm, now furrowed slightly, revealing a hint of concern.

“… Aresta.”

He called the young bishop by name: “Take your knights and retreat three kilometers… no, five kilometers away.”

Aresta froze at this, then became somewhat angry: “Sir—”

“The heretic seems to have taken the lead. What follows is beyond what you can handle.”

The old man was indifferent to his anger.

He slowly dismounted from the beast, stepping forward two steps on the yellow sand. Then, his loose robes fluttered in the wind, and his thin, hunched figure gradually floated into the air.

“Child, your task is to cooperate with my actions. You’ve done well so far. I know what you’re thinking, but don’t be overly ambitious, and don’t let emotions cloud your judgment. After this, just ensure you and the First Knightly Order can return safely. That will be your merit.”

As the old man spoke, his figure slowly drifted toward the town.