"That's a thing from the Sun Church!"
Rosa said aloud.
Chen Lun watched Beckman's every move, glancing at the leather gloves in his hand, sowhat surprised.
"The prototype of 'Connie No. 1'... turned out to be a 'B-grade Mysterious Object'."
He thought to himself.
"...Destroying my years of hard work, ruining everything I've painstakingly managed...all of you deserve to die! Get out of my sight, all of you!"
Beckman scread frantically.
He charged forward, swinging his hand, and sparks flew from his palms. Soon after, each spark burst into a blinding light, followed by an explosion.
Boom boom boom...!!
Everyone scread in panic, feeling the ground shake around them.
Chen Lun, holding an "umbrella" made of silver, strolled through the rain of fire, walking straight up to Beckman. He then swung a punch and hit Beckman hard in the face with a loud thud, sending Beckman flying backward.
He hit the wall, then fell to the ground, kneeling and coughing up blood continuously, as if he was about to die at any mont.
Chen Lun was surprised, not expecting this opponent to be so weak. However, seeing the bone key sticking out of the opponent's chest, he imdiately realized sothing.
Based on the description of the main quest, along with so clues pieced together, he roughly figured out the vague outline of the entire incident.
It was the 'A-grade Mysterious Object - Bone Gallery,' transford from the deceased Archbishop Monroe of the Red Apple Church. Beckman had stolen this mysterious object, unaware of the trap hidden within it.
Bishop Newman's self-sacrifice had prematurely activated the trap, causing the 'Bone Gallery' to go out of control, which had turned Beckman into his current state... Clearly, he was not going to last much longer, but the truly terrifying enemy had yet to appear.
Chen Lun was surprised.
Because he vaguely rembered that this powerful mysterious object, in his past life, was the signature weapon of Noah. They were incredibly compatible, and he had even once thought it was the original setting of the ga.
He just didn't know there were so many secrets hidden behind it, nor did he understand what led to the 'Bone Gallery' eventually ending up in Noah's hands.
Whirr whirr...!
Beckman sat kneeling on the ground, his eyes reflecting scenes passing by like a carousel.
He was desperately using the ability of Historical Retrospection, trying to heal the wounds on his body. But he was already running on fus, with only a fraction of his Supernatural Power remaining, and he eventually failed.
"Ughhh!!"
Beckman howled unwillingly.
Ignoring the blood gushing from his mouth, he raised his hand, beginning to gather a massive fireball.
The scorching heat wave hit them in the face, and the air in the gallery was burned into twisting waves.
"Stop him! He wants to drag everyone here down with him!"
Roderick bellowed loudly, then groaned, clutching his wound in pain.
Mona made a quick decision, took a blue-tempered bullet from her waist, loaded it into the chamber, and raised her hand to pull the trigger at Beckman.
Bang!!
A spiral trajectory enveloped in frost mist hit Beckman's fireball directly, making a crackling sound. The fla paused montarily but did not extinguish. Instead, it intensified with a loud blast.
The entire gallery was lit up like a red hell, the growing fireball had already engulfed Beckman's body, and the surrounding air seed to be baked dry, the ceilings, stone pillars, and walls made of flesh and bones all turned into charcoal.
Rosa coldly observed for a while, then decided to leave with her younger brother. With her strength, there was no need to resist here hard. The life and death of the people present had nothing to do with her; she only cared about Noah and him alone.
"... Sis, let stay here,"
Noah seed to have caught on to Rosa's intent and smiled shyly at her.
"Although I'm very weak, I still want to offer so help to Mr. Jack... Mr. Beckman's deeds must be punished."
"Noah... you've grown up. But now is not the ti..."
Rosa suddenly looked up, her eyes narrowing, as she saw the black-haired young man charge straight into the flas.
The crowd gasped, the Pompey family was stunned, Rebecca's heart raced, praying inwardly that Mr. Jack would be safe.
"...Hahahaha!! Burn it all to ashes!!"
Beckman's hysterical laughter echoed through the flas, he only needed to flick his wrist to release the gathered fireball, and the whole gallery, even the entire Bradley Square, would turn into a sea of fire, a human purgatory.
The next second, he saw a black-haired young man, bathed in flas, walking up to him.
"—You?!"
Beckman's laughter halted, his eyes widening.
At this mont, due to overuse of the "Palm Fireworks", he had drained his physical strength, desperately sustaining it with his life force, his body shriveled. The burning flas rendered him unrecognizable, his flesh peeled and tattered, and a faint sll of charring could be sensed.
The clothes on Chen Lun's body were damaged once again, turning to ash and drifting away, revealing the streamlined, muscular physique below.
Dark golden scales interwoven with a pitch-black exoskeleton, tightly and orderly arranged, like a perfect suit of armor.
Flas swirled around him, air waves twisted, yet the young man was unhard, as if enjoying a spring breeze, creating a very eerie scene.
Chen Lun appeared like a visitor from hell, his black hair fluttering, his pair of erald snake-like eyes coldly watching.
"Die!"
The Silver Staff transford into a sword, slashing off Beckman's hand with a swoosh. The sword light flowed, piercing into his throat, then withdrawn.
With a hiss, the Silver Sword flicked a trail of blood, which instantly dried on the ground in the high temperature, emitting blue smoke.
Boom! Stay connected with empire
A pair of black wings burst forth, and without turning back, Chen Lun soared into the sky, lifting the severed hand and flying through the opened "skylight".
Clang!!
Countless pieces of glass shattered, falling down, sparking a round of shouts below.
Without Beckman keeping it together, the giant fireball began to distort and fluctuate, becoming highly unstable.
The crowd at Bradley Square, and even residents further away in Amber City, saw a "small sun" slowly rising in the sky.
Below this "small sun," there seed to be a tiny figure, supporting it.
"Oh my God! This is terrifying!"
"What is that?!"
"Mom, look! It's the flying man!"
"Stop lying, see if I don't hit you... Oh! Impossible!"
Bang—rumble!!!
A loud noise bood, like thunder in the sky.
Many residents looked up to see in the azure sky, a stunning, giant firework burst forth.
Beautiful yet deadly.
Fine flas rained down, but extinguished midway to the ground, causing no harm to the crowd below.
In the center of the fireworks, the figure stood in midair like a deity.
Nearby residents were shocked, and soon thought of the disaster that would have occurred if the "small sun" exploded on the ground. They couldn't help but feel genuine admiration and gratitude towards the figure in the sky.
Many bowed their heads in prayer, so even knelt to worship, silently hailing him as an angel.
[Your actions have garnered gratitude from the residents of Amber City, regional reputation 2!]
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