The blood fog surged, and the sweet blessing of the Blood Plague stimulated the minds of the Lionheart Knights.
Although they were unclear why the supre Red Angel suddenly disappeared in the Western Border, Bishop Ryan’s instructions clearly sparked the knights’ bloodthirsty desires.
They had endured for a very, very long ti.
Slaughtering the lowlifes of the Western Border was far from enough; they longed to sacrifice more desperate and painful souls in exchange for that endless pleasure and immortality!
It’s ti to indulge in a grand massacre further!
"Your Majesty, let first claim the head of the traitor for you!"
The leading knight had already charged close to the gray-haired boy, and he laughed wildly as he raised his giant sword toward Lin Lan.
In the next instant, a giant hamr with a booster smashed half of the knight’s body!
The flesh-and-blood warhorse let out an extrely tragic wail, the knight’s body fell with a crash, and the follower with the Umbilical Cord Ring atop his head stared venomously at the giant figure defending in front of the traitorous leader.
Damned... Another four troubleso opponents...
But it doesn’t matter, this dark realm is their souls’ undying absolute ho field, and with the centuries of harvesting lowlife livestock, the resource of flesh and blood capable of birthing noble souls has long been inexhaustible.
In the face of endless glorious charges, these strong livestock before them will soon kneel at their feet, uttering humble prayers and wails.
The Soul Spirit tried to force a cruel smile, but at that mont, it experienced an indescribable feeling of emptiness.
The knight looked down blankly and found that the lower half of its body had disappeared...
It was a ’disappearance’ in the true sense, with the smashed flesh beneath revealing a hollow void, as if the exposed immaculate soul, once revealed, had half of it devoured by sothing.
How could this be...
"Wait, this is not right... It shouldn’t be like this..."
The broken Soul Spirit stared blankly at the power armor holding the giant hamr: "I am a Holy Spirit graced by the Master of the Abyss, how could my soul be hard..."
The giant hamr descended once more!
At the sa ti, facing dozens of charging flesh-and-blood knights, Captain Ota’s power armor began to change.
Several intricately designed support devices ejected from the back of the armor, connecting to the ground, stabilizing the giant’s torso and various joints.
Next, a series of ferocious turrets erged from the armor’s shoulders, chest, and arms. The launch devices on Ota’s body fully deployed, and in the next instant, all bullets fired!
The dim world was instantly illuminated by light bullets!
This was truly a bombardnt raking the land! Over a dozen leading Lionheart Knights were instantly torn into a sky full of flesh shreds by the exploding light orbs.
Lin Lan continued to step forward, the blood-stained corner of his suit flapping in the chaotic airflow.
And in the astonished eyes of King Ryan, the followers with newly-ford auras on their heads mysteriously vanished from their original places.
[Successfully collected spirits of Abyssal Holy Spirit for you!]
[Current number of souls: 19]
Lin Lan’s pace remained unhurried and calm. He looked at the system panel prompt, and his eyes lit up.
The knights’ explosion left bits all over the place; quietly bending over to pick up corpse parts was truly inefficient. Unexpectedly, the system thoughtfully provided him with an auto-loot feature!
Now things are much more convenient, just kill and enjoy the reward.
Lin Lan clenched the Philosopher’s Stone in his palm, standing before the nearest knight’s carcass, carefully examining the Umbilical Cord Ring above its head.
Indeed, it was sowhat inconvenient.
With each use of the Philosopher’s Stone, Lin Lan gradually noticed the peculiar nature of his soul’s level and the limitations of the Stone’s effects.
The description of the Molecular Reconstructor is that the Philosopher’s Stone is a Celestial Principle carrier capable of devouring curse phenona.
Its true function is to create a small rift channel in the world around Roland, allowing the power of the Celestial Principle to affect the present world through the Philosopher’s Stone as a dium.
But now, the ’Celestial Principle’ is actually no more.
The entity behind the channel has already been replaced by ’Lin Lan’.
Whenever the Philosopher’s Stone is activated, ’Lin Lan’ always feels like he’s out ’on the outside,’ exerting effort to extend a pinky through the rift, to manipulate the curses or other odds around Roland’s side.
Due to the rift being exceedingly small, the feeling Lin Lan gets from using the Philosopher’s Stone is discomfort, a sense of inefficacy as if unable to exert force.
This is the true reason why Lin Lan’s battle approach is utterly eye-searing...
As for the cost of this thing, it is that Roland has already gotten stuck at the edge of the rift, and continuing this way, Roland will soon step into ’Lin Lan’s side.
Though this description is indeed sowhat roundabout and idealistic, Lin Lan’s main consciousness still resides within ’Roland’s, and he does not know where his actual body truly is...
Golden lines connected to the gray-haired boy’s eye corner.
Lin Lan sighed, bending down, grabbing the Umbilical Cord Ring, and lifting it up.
Is this the rough concept of ’rebirth’?
A scene flashed deep in Lin Lan’s mind, and he vaguely saw a pair of infinitely extending pure white wings.
They enveloped a slightly red, soft umbilical cord, serenely floating in a tranquil, enclosed space, silent yet filled with boundless vitality.
Disordered and sowhat paradoxical information abruptly flooded into Lin Lan’s mind.
Fanciful, incomprehensible.
"Please... don’t erase my existence..."
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