fantasy novels Chapter 121: Counterattack!
Chapter 121: Counterattack!
Chapter 121: Counterattack!
Seeing that it could not harm Sirion, the writhing, viscous flesh immediately turned and pounced on Harvin, who was standing nearby.
boom!
Gunshots rang out, and bullets trailing silver flames pierced flesh and blood, scattering sharp silver flashes.
zizi~
"Hiss. Ah!"
After a muffled scream, the writhing mass of flesh quickly contracted and reformed into a figure wearing a white coat.
The Rose Bishop's flesh magic belongs to the realm of corruption and mutation, which is precisely what makes it effective against the Holy Silver Bullet.
"Run away."
After giving Havin a word of advice, he pulled the trigger again at the figure on the ground that had returned to human form.
boom!boom!
The bullet hit the ground, and the man "flashed" away from the attack.
The next second, his figure suddenly appeared behind Sirion, and the illusory book in his eyes floated again.
"I came, I saw, I recorded!"
Suddenly, the shadow beneath Cyril's feet surged again, separating from him and transforming into a dark version of himself, becoming an independent, dark, corrupted shadow creature.
This is an extraordinary ability at the demigod level, belonging to the "Shadow of the Fallen" of the "Black Knight"!
The moment the corrupted shadow creature appeared, it displayed intense hostility towards Cyrien, as if they were irreconcilable enemies.
Cyril frowned as he looked at the independent entity formed by his shadow. He felt that the corrupted shadow creature formed by his shadow seemed abnormal, and there was a sense of oppression that made him feel uneasy.
The figure in the white coat pointed at Sirion and shouted:
"Kill him!"
The corrupted shadow creature, completely black except for two crimson glows flickering at its eyes, did not obey the command.
It turned to look at the figure in the white coat that had created it with extraordinary abilities, its deep red eyes filled with undisguised killing intent.
The figure in the white coat was startled and took a half step back, swallowed hard, and said with a weak voice:
"What...what do you want to do?"
"I am your master, kill him now!"
He was not a true "Black Knight" and did not understand this extraordinary ability well enough, so he did not realize that the corrupted shadow creature he created with the extraordinary ability he had recorded had gone out of control.
The corrupted shadow creature that Cyril's shadow had transformed into slowly withdrew its gaze, then reached out and grasped at the air.
The next second, a straight, dark greatsword was dragged out of thin air by it.
"The Blade of Spirit and Flesh!"
One of the core abilities of the "Black Knight" is the manifestation of the power of the "Corruption" domain. It can not only corrode flesh and blood, annihilate souls, and break through barriers, but also render the defenses of any creature with corrupting intentions ineffective.
Cyril's brow twitched as he watched. With just this one move, his fallen, living shadow was already practically a demigod.
"Kill him quickly!" the man in the white coat urged from behind the Fallen Shadow.
Urged on, Cyril's corrupted and activated shadow held the dark, deep sword in both hands, slowly raised it, and then slashed it down.
"you."
The man in the white coat opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn't utter a complete sentence.
His body, severed diagonally from his left shoulder to his side, fell to the ground in despair. The mutilated body melted rapidly under the corrosive power of the corrupted domain, like rain falling on scorching steel.
After the person who had created himself using extraordinary abilities turned to look at him, the shadow of Cyril, now corrupted and alive, turned to face him.
Snapped!
Amidst the crisp sound, a dazzling light, bright enough to dispel all darkness and shadow, reappeared.
Within the light, the corrupted, activated shadow's body became thinner, showing signs of dissolving, but these were merely signs, not actual dissolution.
Call ~
The sound of air being torn apart rang out as the dark and deep "Blade of Spirit and Flesh" slashed diagonally through Sirion's illusory body, which was tinged with starlight, but failed to actually touch him.
He stood there, motionless, watching his own fallen shadow relentlessly wield the "Blade of Spirit and Flesh" to attack him, as if he were watching a circus performance.
When he is in another dimension, he is hard to be hurt by reality, but at the same time he lacks the means to attack reality.
After quietly observing his own fallen shadow's clumsy sword-wielding movements for a while, Cyril took out a folded piece of drawing paper from his coat pocket, shook it, and unfolded it.
The drawing paper contained only a sun drawn in a scribbled, childlike manner.
Seizing the opportunity presented by the Fallen Shadow's attack, Cyril escaped the dimension and returned to reality, holding a drawing sheet in one hand and reaching for the scrawled sun with the other.
In an instant, he dragged a blazing golden "sun" out of the drawing paper, and the bright sunlight shone brightly on the entire street.
This is not simply a product of fantasy; it also incorporates the power of a radiant dimension, making it a "false sun" artificially created by someone else.
The light of the "false sun" is neither sacred nor intense, but it is definitely bright enough!
The light was more than ten times brighter than his "flash" trick, and if he were willing to expend his spiritual energy and make more thorough preparations beforehand, the light could have been even brighter.
Under the bright, piercing light, the fallen shadow wielding the "Blade of Spirit and Flesh" suddenly collapsed, turning into a writhing, constantly evaporating, thin black liquid.
With his eyes closed beforehand, Cyril relied on his spiritual intuition to locate the formless, fallen shadow, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation. Bang! Bang! Bang!
All of the "Peacekeeper's" bullets were unleashed in a mere half-second.
All the bullets disintegrated upon touching the shadow of corruption, turning into fragments of light like the dawn.
Countless fragments of light, densely packed, formed a shimmering and violently sharp hurricane.
The sharp, silvery storm, its light obscured by the "false sun," utterly shattered the shapeless, decadent shadows on the ground.
And it purifies, leaving no trace.
At the same time, Cyril felt the part of his spirit that had been separated return to him, accompanied by an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.
It was as if the sun had finally come out after a long period of rain, and the seeds buried in the soil had finally sprouted in the morning. The gloom in my heart was purified, and I saw hope again.
"This is somewhat similar to the spiritual elevation one experiences after the negative personality traits materialized by the 'audience' are eliminated."
As he whispered, he gently rubbed his fingers together, causing the overly bright and dazzling "false sun" in the sky to disappear.
He opened his eyes only after the surrounding light returned to normal.
Not far in front of him, there was a pool of blood in the shape of a human on the ground, and a strange eye, stained with dazzling starlight, lay quietly on the blood.
The eye contains intricate gray and white patterns, giving it an unreal quality.
"Lucky them, they're practically the Aurora Club's money-giving genius."
"Not only did they deliver it to my door, they also helped me resolve the psychological issues that arose after I merged with the power of the blank painting."
He muttered a few words of admiration to himself, then bent down and picked up the extraordinary property that had condensed on the ground. He then walked towards Haven, who had not yet recovered his vision from the bright light.
"The problem has been resolved, we can go home with peace of mind."
As he spoke, he took Ha Wen's hand and led him toward an abandoned house that was uninhabited ahead of the road.
"Are you injured? Do you need to go to the Harvest Church to buy some extraordinary potions?"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you to this gathering of extraordinary people before I understood the situation here."
Cyril shook his head slightly and comforted her, "Don't worry about it, it has nothing to do with you."
"And I wasn't injured at all; on the contrary, I gained quite a bit, which, converted into gold pounds, would be around 5000 or 6000."
Pounds, or even more.
As he spoke, he led Havin to the door of the abandoned house.
He reached out and pressed on the half-broken door panel, exerting a slight force with his wrist. As the door panel creaked open, a pale blue light enveloped the entire door frame like a curtain of water.
He pulled Havin through the "door," and then the two of them appeared in another house several hundred meters away.
After repeating the operation several times, the two quietly arrived near the St. Samuel Church in the North District.
On the other side, the ground looked as if it had been cut by countless sharp blades.
A man dressed in a white robe, with an androgynous and handsome appearance, emerged from the shadows.
He first glanced at the marks on the ground that looked like they had been cut by countless sharp blades, then turned his head to look at the human-shaped bloodstains on the other side.
"Killed by pure 'corruption' power, and its extraordinary characteristics have been taken."
"Is the other side also a 'Record Officer,' or perhaps they possess a magical item with a significant portion of the main power?"
As he whispered, a phantom starlight gate, covered with mysterious patterns, quietly took shape.
Then a man wearing a mysterious black robe, with slightly curly brown hair, each strand stiff, and deep eyes, walked out from behind the "door".
He frowned as he looked at the handsome man who had arrived before him, then asked:
"How did Isaacs die?"