landbeastnovel Chapter 350 Blood General
Chapter 350 Blood General
Chapter 350 Blood General
Danitz stared blankly at the scene, opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.
He thought Randolph Carter had come to rescue him and Gehrman, but he never expected that the other party would cut off everyone's escape route as soon as he made a move.
Damn it, at least let me, the wounded, out first!
Ignoring Danitz's fascinating expression, Cyril made the golden box in his hand, engraved with many symbolic symbols and magical markings, open spontaneously, emitting bursts of warm light.
At the same time, affected by this sealed object, the entire sealed area became bright, as if it had suddenly changed from night to a sunny afternoon with thick clouds.
In the warm light, countless golden, translucent liquids poured down, creating a rain of "holy water from the sun."
As the rain fell like golden threads, Cyril's eyes reflected a constantly turning, illusory book. His voice, calm yet authoritative, declared, "Notarized, valid!"
Golden rays emerged, growing purer and purer, eventually transforming into a seal-like projection in front of him.
At the same time, the rain of "holy water of the sun" falling from the sky became much denser, and the pure and sacred aura of the sun within it became much stronger.
As the golden raindrops fell on his body, Danitz suddenly felt the soreness and fear in his body rapidly fading away. Wisps of black energy emerged from the wound on his waist and abdomen where the "werewolf" had slashed him, and the blackened flesh and blood at the wound returned to their normal color.
On the other side, "Werewolf" and "Iron" McVitie froze, their bodies turning bright red, with a sizzling sound coming from them as water was poured into hot oil.
Klein, who had been clutching his neck and whose face was turning red from the effort, suddenly released his grip, and a transparent figure was pulled away from him.
He was a man in his forties, wearing an old tricorn hat, with two black mustaches on his lips.
His eyes were dark and sunken, his face was frighteningly pale, and his gray eyes were full of malice.
Upon seeing the figure, Danitz exclaimed in astonishment, "It's Blood Admiral Señor!"
"What's he doing in Bayam?"
"I don't know, but it's clear that your hunting plans have encountered some setbacks."
Cyril shook his head slightly, extending his right fist, gloved in silver-black, and said in a low voice, "Wraiths are forbidden here!"
As he pronounced his verdict, Señor's transparent figure quickly solidified, transforming into a flesh-and-blood body that glowed red and emitted black smoke in the rain of "holy water of the sun."
Having shaken off the influence of the "possessed spirit," Klein immediately leaned back, arms outstretched, and a thin layer of golden sunlight emanated from the "Wriggling Hunger" he wore on his right hand.
The next second, a magnificent and pure beam of blazing light descended from the sky, enveloping him and Señor.
Holy Light!
Under the intense golden light, Señor's skin was so pale it was almost transparent, as if it were melting into the light.
On the flying carpet, Hunterley, the only one unaffected by the rain of "holy water from the sun" and the "divine light," sprinkled a handful of translucent powder.
Ugh!
A sudden gust of wind swept in, engulfing the golden raindrops and pushing them aside, creating a safe zone free of any rain.
Then he took out a handful of leaves, petals, and thorns and threw them down, while chanting Elvish incantations.
The leaves, petals, and thorns he threw down either grew wildly larger or joined together, eventually forming a massive, ever-growing vine net that trapped Cyril and the others in place, unable to move an inch.
Cyril turned his head to look at the group of Danitz and said coldly, "Set it on fire."
"Oh? Okay!"
Danitz paused for a moment, then nodded quickly, conjuring fire crows in front of him and setting all the vines ablaze as they flew out.
A phantom, ever-turning book appeared in Cyril's eyes, and then his figure quietly melted into the flames.
Danitz stared in disbelief at the scene: "Isn't this Gehrman's extraordinary ability?"
The next second, a flame beside him suddenly flared up, and then Gehrman leaped out of it.
Before his figure even landed, a burst of flame swept over him, and he vanished again.
Danitz stood there blankly, feeling ostracized.
I, a well-known pirate with a bounty of 3000 pounds, am here only to set fires to create favorable terrain for them.
Behind "Blood Admiral" Señor, Cyril, who appeared amidst the flames, waved his right hand.
"Whip it!"
Señor's sidestepping motion froze, as if his body had been struck by an invisible, soft whip, tearing his clothes and tearing his flesh.
Señor seemed oblivious to the pain, flicking his arm backward with a blank expression.
Two thin, eerie green ice crystal arrows materialized silently with his movement and shot toward Sirion, only to become chaotic the moment they reached him.
One icy arrow pierced the ground, spreading a patch of white frost thick with deathly intent, while another slid into the sky, crashing into the transparent wall that enclosed the surrounding area before disappearing.
Cyril tilted his head slightly, looking at Señor in front of him with his mouth wide open, making a silent shriek. Behind him, a pair of transparent, dragonfly-wing-like membranes extended, making his figure appear ethereal, as if detached from reality.
The next second, an invisible sound wave swept over them, and Danitz and Klein froze, their heads buzzing, and warm liquid flowing from their nasal cavities.
Huntley, who was sitting cross-legged on the flying carpet, also stiffened for a moment, then fell down with a pained expression and convulsions.
When Señor saw that Cyril was completely unaffected by the "Wraith's Scream," a look of astonished bewilderment flashed in his deep gray eyes.
He hesitated for less than half a second, then turned halfway around and pointed at Klein.
A phantom skull shrouded in black mist instantly materialized, rushing out with an overwhelming aura of death, like a messenger sent by the underworld.
In the blink of an eye, the illusory skull shrouded in black mist struck the fallen Hunterley.
The latter twisted its body, its mouth opened wide, its eyes bulged as if about to jump out of their sockets, and its skin turned grayish-white, losing all color and vitality.
Señor paused for a moment when he saw Huntley, whom he had killed, his target and intentions distorted.
"exile!"
An invisible, immense force suddenly erupted, sending Señor's body flying.
Cyril locked his gaze on Señor, then clenched his right fist, leaned forward, and swung his arm.
"die!"
At the same time, a werewolf with tufts of short gray hair and long, sharp, and strong nails appeared in his field of vision and blocked the attack.
Bang!
With a dull thud, a burst of bright red blood erupted from the "werewolf's" shoulder, and his body was thrown out like a rag doll, one arm detached from his body.
Ugh!
A biting, icy wind swept through, and once again, crystalline, dreamlike snowflakes drifted down from the sky, while deathly white frost and ice spread across the ground.
call out!
bang~
A sharp arrow shrouded in black mist came flying, but was blocked by the golden box in Sirion's hand.
As if stimulated, the surface of the golden box he "borrowed" from the Punisher Squad was stained with a dazzling gold, spreading outwards in layers like ripples.
Wherever the golden light touched, the snowflakes vanished and the ice crystals melted.
"Iron" McVitie and "Blood Admiral" Señor froze, turning bright red as if they had fallen into boiling water, and struggled to breathe.
Immediately afterwards, a magnificent and pure beam of blazing light descended from the sky and enveloped Señor.
Klein then switched back to the soul in "Crawling Hunger," his eyes flashing with silver lightning.
"Mental piercing!"
Cyril clenched his right fist and muttered a phrase in ancient Hermes: "Mirroring is forbidden here!"
"Evil has declined here, and light has increased!"
The aura emanating from Maiviti, Señor, and the "werewolf" immediately diminished, while the "holy water of the sun" and "divine light" falling from the sky intensified.
boom!
A repeatedly compressed, blazing white-red fireball exploded on Maiviti's body.
In the firelight, Klein's figure appeared, and he inserted a small glass bottle filled with golden liquid into Maiviti's wound.
Upon seeing this, Cyril raised an eyebrow, a phantom book flipped in his eyes, and his figure vanished instantly.
Behind Señor, Cyril "flashed" over, wisps of silver electricity crackling across the illusory book flipping through his eyes.
"Mental piercing!"
Señor's body stiffened.
Cyril's left hand, holding the golden box, bulged with muscles and veins, and he pushed forward with force.
He forcibly stuffed the golden box into the wounds on Senor's body caused by the "whipping".
A layer of icy blue crystalline light flashed under his hand, and frosty white ice crystals immediately spread out, firmly fixing the golden box to Señor's body.
Having done all this, he "flashed" away from his spot before Señor could launch a counterattack.
The next instant, ice crystals carrying a chilling aura and the scent of death spread out from Señor's center, engulfing the area that had been...
The "closed" venue has been transformed into a world of ice and snow.
Countless transparent, malevolent ghostly figures emerged alongside the ice crystals, then vanished silently screaming as they were washed away by the rain of "holy water from the sun."
Cyril, who had "Flashed" behind Maiviti, clenched his right fist and swung it forward sharply: "Death!"
His body merged with some strange power, and his clenched right fist was covered with a layer of silvery white, striking Maiviti accurately on the back of the head with an irresistible and unavoidable force.
boom!
After a dull thud, the back of Maivit's head caved in, and faint red and white substances oozed out.
Klein watched as Maiviti collapsed, the glint of silver lightning in his eyes fading away.
"you..."
Boom!
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden clap of thunder.
The sound echoed repeatedly in everyone's ears, piercing the spirits and inevitably plunging those who heard it into a state of numbness and shock, as if struck by lightning.
Immediately afterwards, streaks of silver lightning fell one after another.
The invisible, transparent wall that created the "sealed" effect was quickly covered with spiderweb-like cracks under a series of electric flashes, and then shattered with a crash.
Cyrion clenched his right fist and declared in Ancient Hermes, "Storms are forbidden here!"
As he finished speaking, the lightning falling from the sky visibly became sparser and its frequency decreased.
At the same time, his face turned pale, and his chest heaved violently as if all his strength had been drained.
The effect of the extraordinary ability that prevented a demigod from using it nearly drained his spirituality.
"Phew... Let's go, Aquaman." Here it comes.
No sooner had he finished speaking than his spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered, and several bolts of lightning struck down toward his location.
The lightning bolts became chaotic as they approached, striking the surrounding open ground.
But the crisscrossing fine electric snakes after the lightning dissipated still made his body stiffen, leaving him in a numb and sluggish state.
A bolt of lightning struck, and soon more lightning bolts came crashing down on them, as if someone had installed lightning rods on them.
"Depend on!"
Cyril gritted his teeth and hissed in broken Ancient Hermes, "Seal...the...gate..."
Transparent walls appeared in the air, one after another, only to shatter under lightning.
Klein snapped his fingers and disappeared into the rising flames.
The next second, he leaped out of the flames beside Danitz and kicked him toward Cyril.
The flames flickered, and his figure disappeared again.
Then, using the still-burnt match, he returned to Sirion's side.
He held onto "Iron" McVitie's corpse with one hand and put the other on Cyril's shoulder.
He then glanced at Danitz, who was still clutching the spot where he had been kicked and screaming in pain, and said coldly, "Shut up."
"Pull me up."
Danitz instinctively reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes.
A phantom book appeared in Sirion's eyes, and then the figures of the three people and the corpse disappeared from the spot like a faded oil painting.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several thick bolts of lightning followed closely behind, scorching the ground black and sending bricks and dirt flying everywhere.
On the other side, Señor was lucky enough to avoid all the lightning, but just as he was about to leave the area of influence of the "rules," a swirling gust of wind pushed him back.
In mid-air, several bolts of lightning struck him, charring his body black. He fell to the ground, convulsing continuously.
At the same time, it also cleaved out the golden box that Cyril had forcibly inserted into his body.
After the golden box fell, a charred hole the size of a bowl suddenly appeared on his chest and abdomen.
You can even see charred flesh, bones, and internal organs around the cavity.
He fell right where Huntley's body was, right in front of those bloodshot, bulging eyes.
As the lightning intensified and Cyril departed, the "rules" he had created using magical artifacts finally vanished.
The moment he sensed the disappearance of the invisible force that had been suppressing him, Señor's body became transparent and then vanished.
Señor's image flashed briefly in the eyes of Huntley's corpse.
He escaped using his "Mirror Flash" ability.
Immediately afterwards, a figure dressed in a loose storm priest's robe descended along with a bolt of lightning.
Arne Cortman, the "Aquaman" who rushed from the church, coincidentally arrived a step slower than Señor, the "Blood Admiral".
He glanced at the crippled werewolf not far away, whose body was charred black by lightning but was still struggling. A savage glint flashed in his deep blue eyes, and the surrounding wind turned into sharp blades, separating the werewolf's head from its body.
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