Book 4 Chapter 25.6 - To Pay
The transparent death flas imdiately flew in all directions after colliding with the icy blue mist. It wrapped around O’Brien’s upper body, and then it continued to spread over his entire body. The icy mist imdiately turned into a large amount of steam, moreover lting at lightning speed.
This was a direct clash. Both of them were magic domain ability users, but O’Brien’s seven levels of power were definitely not sothing that could match Eileen’s rare eighth level ability. When the flas wrapped around him, what O’Brien felt wasn’t scorching heat, but rather bone chilling coldness!
This was an on of death. When the flas truly reached his body, that was when death would descend. Without the protection of a force field, no matter how powerful one’s flesh was, there was still no way it could endure flas over 2000 degrees in temperature. This was a temperature that could lt steel.
O’Brien’s reasoning told him that he was undoubtedly dead. However, his mind was extrely calm. At this mont, an unforgettable scene filled his mind, a mory from within that dreamland where he personally killed Persephone. Once sothing happened, the only thing that would remain is a mory, and from a mory standpoint, that scene where one couldn’t distinguish illusion from reality, was the truth.
Those several years within the dreamland, for O’Brien, felt as long as a century.
That was why now, he could calmly block in front of Persephone without thinking about his astonishing talent, his far-reaching prospects, or the authority that would allow him to stand at the very peak of mountains. This matter, for him, was simple and natural, to the extent where it was like drinking a cup of coffee after a morning al.
However, there were always exceptions in this world. Even if he only wanted to drink a cup of coffee, there were still tis when the cup would spill.
A streak of gentle power suddenly transmitted from the nape of his neck, dragging him backwards. anwhile, a snow-white and fine hand reached out from the side, and then a hand blade severed the flas of death. With an opening and closing of the five fingers, the fatal transparent flas were gathered into a small sphere and grabbed in the palm.
From within the gaps of his arms,O’Brien saw that the one standing in his original position was Persephone.
With a wave of Persephone’s right hand, the fireball made from the flas of death flew outwards, shooting towards Eileen. Only, the mont the ball of fire left her hand, the intense pain made Persephone’s hand tremble slightly. The fireball’s trajectory deviated slightly, leaning a bit towards Eileen’s left side.
Right now, Eileen only needed to dodge slightly to the side to avoid it, and she would even have the extra energy to deal with Persephone’s follow-up attack.
However, as soon as Eileen shifted to the right, her expression suddenly changed!
A low rumble that sounded like autumn thunder sounded, and the ground trembled intensely as well. Alan appeared from several dozen ters away, supporting the alloy heavy shield that was covered with scars, and like a tank moving at full speed, he smashed towards Eileen! At this mont, Eileen who was controlled from both the fla of death and Persephone already had no way of avoiding this attack!
A muffled bang sounded. The alloy heavy shield in Alan’s hands released another ear-piercing groan of tal distorting. He staggered back more than ten steps before finally stabilizing himself with difficulty, each step leaving behind footprints that were several tens of centiters deep. After standing firmly, Alan fiercely spat out a mouthful of blood, the bloody mist imdiately dyeing a larger half of the shield red. When this powerful collision force landed on Eileen whose body looked so soft that it seed like she didn’t have bones, it felt as if he smashed into a mountain.
However, Eileen wasn’t much better off. In the end, she was still smashed flying, moreover landing in an extrely sorry state. For soone who paid close attention to her outer appearance like her, this signified that her energy consumption was severe, and her injuries were not light.
Even though Eileen imdiately bounced up from the ground, her body was still swaying slightly. When she looked at Persephone, O’Brien, and Alan, she laughed charmingly and said to Persephone, “I truly never expected that you already have a child. However, is there a need to pay such a great price for him?”
Persephone smiled slightly, but didn’t reply. O’Brien, however, looked towards Persephone with shock. Alan was the only one who emotionlessly stared at Eileen, the heavy shield that had been ravaged with attacks ready to slam into her body at any ti.
After speaking this sentence, Eileen didn’t waste too much ti, directly turning around to leave, putting an end to this short and intense battle.
In the past three months, this type of battle would happen every day, with each battle so intense it seed as if it wouldn’t end until the death of one side. The scales of victory seed to be continuously swaying between both parties, yet it would always miraculously return to the center. Each battle was a struggle of life and death, with the slightest mistake resulting in the price of their lives. However, regardless of whether it was Eileen, Persephone, O’Brien, or Alan, none of them made any mistakes, nor did they give their opponents any opportunities. Thus, the battle continued for three months, a seemingly never-ending struggle.
However, this ti, the scale of victory finally inclined towards Eileen.
Even though it was already the end of sumr and the start of autumn, nights in the mountains were still freezing cold. When darkness fell, Persephone, O’Brien, and Alan sat around a bonfire, watching as Alan skillfully roasted the mutated creatures hunted within these mountains. The fiery light was undoubtedly a bright lamp that would lead others right to them in this dark night, with anyone who bore hostility able to discover their whereabouts from several tens of kiloters away. However, none of these three cared about this.
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