Chapter 707

Chapter 707 – Nocturnal Blue Flame

When Lolan Hill arrived, the fat man was already unrecognizable, with lacerations all over his body and a large hole in his abdomen. Blood poured out as if it were endless.

The light in her eyes shifted from pale blue to emerald green. Then, a gentle breeze blew, pushing away the vicious dogs pressing against the fat man. Faint blue light points seeped into his wounds, stopping the bleeding.

Unfortunately, she had not yet mastered either the Angelic Sequence or the Demonic Sequence, which were more adept at such urgent medical care. The Young Lady sighed inwardly, then took out several seeds from her sleeve and scattered them on the ground. With the influx of magic from the Nature Sequence, these seeds quickly sprouted and grew. Soon, several rare medicinal herbs began to bloom, bear fruit, and ripen.

Lolan Hill’s palm emitted a faint glow, illuminating the greenish fruits, turning them from green to yellow, then red, and finally to purple.

Then, one by one, the ripe fruits fell into her hand.

Using a gentle airflow, she lifted these fruits, and sharp air blades sliced them into pieces, releasing their juices. She then did the same with the juice and leaves of the other medicinal herbs.

She chopped these ingredients into fine pieces and mixed them together. Then, she ignited a small flame with her magic, heating the mixture until a faint medicinal aroma wafted out.

Finally, ten or so deep purple pills formed in Lolan Hill’s hands, solidifying.

[Concentrated Heart Blood Medicine] (Perfect Silver Rank): An advanced version of blood-activating medicine, capable of replenishing massive blood loss and healing wounds, accelerating recovery.

With a casual gesture, three of the pills fell into the fat man’s mouth. Then, Lolan Hill thought for a moment and fetched a flask of water from a nearby companion, pouring it into the fat man’s mouth to help him swallow.

“You two stay here and watch over this person. The rest of you follow me,” the Young Lady instructed the group of black-clothed masked individuals who had just arrived. She ordered some to guard the villagers and led the remaining seventeen down the mountain path.

The black dogs that had attacked earlier were only the vanguard; not all the demons and monsters had been present. Often, the powerful beasts and ghosts made the dogs run ahead, searching for any living beings nearby.

Ling then followed herself.

Upon arriving at a mountain stream, Lolan Hill stopped and looked down at the beasts surging upwards.

These beasts were almost all part of the Necromancer Sequence, their forms grotesque and ugly. Many were made from corpses, half-human and half-demon, quite terrifying. Among them, some ghosts appeared and disappeared, emitting silent screams.

This is truly a grand scene.

The young lady felt moved as she slowly reached behind her to grasp the handle of the warm wooden sword. Beside this peerless beauty, black-clothed men with ghostly masks also placed their hands on the hilt of their waist swords, ready to strike.

Suddenly, a long arc of blue flame sliced through the night sky, cutting down several beasts that surged forward, splitting them in two. The blue flames then licked up, burning them clean.

But this was only a portion of these demons. More beasts surged forward like a continuous wave of black and red flesh.

They emerged from cracks in the ground, remnants of the shattered Heavenly Realms of the Yama Palace, absorbing the mixed Netherworld demonic power from the dragon veins, becoming even more powerful. Even when killed, they would continue to regenerate year after year.

These spectral beasts were the source of the disasters and fears in the mountains at dusk, bringing endless sorrow and separation to this land.

Seeing the leading young lady take action, other ghost-slaying envoys nearby followed suit. Cold arcs of moonlight appeared in the night, briefly illuminating the surroundings before slicing through the beast carcasses in front of them.

Lolan Hill stood atop a large rock, holding the Fire梧 Sword in her hand. Netherworld demonic energy surged from her wrists and palms, wrapping around the wooden sword and climbing upward. The originally burning red flames on the sword were tainted by this demonic energy, gradually turning into a cold blue.

Special magical powers for killing and purifying spirits slowly seeped into the longsword, gradually integrating with its original structure, making it more lethal against these beasts.

Against these beasts or corpses of the Necromancer Sequence, ordinary attacks may not be effective. Sometimes, even if they are cut in half, it doesn’t necessarily mean they can be killed.

Their existence differs from other living beings. Living bodies are sometimes just more flexible and powerful. If damaged, although their strength will weaken, they won’t die directly.

The bodies of the dead could still rise and fight under the power of the Necromancer Sequence, as if manipulating their own skeletons. This was the formidable strength of the Necromancer Sequence, and also the reason why the other Sequences’ powerhouses had been wary for a thousand years.

Unless one completely destroyed the body or directly killed the soul, it couldn’t be considered as having eliminated a powerful creature of the Necromancer Sequence; they could still survive.

It was precisely because of this strength that the Purple Wisteria Crescent Flag of the Mercury Dynasty could overturn the rule of the orc Empire occupying most of the land, defeat the proud and prosperous three great Elven tribes, and ultimately establish the基调 of human dominance over the world.

However, with the passage of time, as the vicissitudes of life swept by, people gradually became unwilling to mention such past events, and the Extraordinary Beings of the Necromancer Sequence gradually became a minority in the world.

After the transformation and preparation were complete, Lolan Hill gracefully rose, her figure as agile as a swallow, diving directly into the boiling demonic phantoms. The ghostly blue sword flickered and danced as she sliced through the demons, leaving trails of azure flames that extinguished one ferocious and frenzied corpse-demon after another.

That graceful form and the fleeting sword light seemed like a night-time melody, or butterflies dancing in the night.

About half an hour later, the mountain stream under the night sky finally fell silent.

Black and red corpses were piled up in the crevices and along the mountain paths, with flesh scattered everywhere. The originally dry soil was soaked with thick blood, turning black and red and muddy.

A black-clothed man wearing a ghost mask struggled through the sea of blood and corpses, his boots stepping through puddles of blood, stirring up mud and dripping blood.

Finally, he stopped in front of a grotesque giant skull, lifting his head to gaze up at the young lady standing atop the corpses.

This young lady had a slender figure, resembling a willow branch, and a long sword beside her continued to drip with the terrifying dark blood.

So frail yet so powerful, the silhouette behind the silver hair stood there, even without revealing her face, the glimpse of her pale chin was captivating, leaving people deeply enchanted and in awe.

If before, these Ghost Slayers still harbored some resentment, now no one dared to look directly at the young lady, lowering their proud heads and standing quietly behind her, waiting for her command.

(The End of This Chapter)