Chapter 683: Chapter 591 Holy Prophet
Pfft!
In the chaotic Thorns Square, on a platform completely entangled by thorns and Holy Light, a body almost indistinguishable from rotten flesh was being pinched by a hand wearing bright red gloves, pressed directly onto a “Bronze Thorn Fragnt.”
Like a piece of at that’s about to be roasted, all of a sudden, a Knight Sword wrapped in Holy Light abruptly appeared, and amidst the swishing sound, the Second Rotten Head was dismbered, even its head fell off with a “hiss.”
Yet, this potentially fatal damage was virtually useless against a body that had been turned into a “rotten corpse.”
Especially since, at the mont, the one controlling the body was the Second Rotten Head, whose fallen head was not deactivated but instead suddenly leapt up, grinned with yellow decaying teeth all clattering to the floor, and soon, a pitch-black, reeking mouth lunged at Charles I.
“Arrogant and ignorant junior, I’ve told you, you simply can’t harm . Even Sims, that old fool, could only plot against in secret. No one in this world can kill … Behave, let’s get closer.”
“Ugh!”
Clearly, the so-called closeness suggested by the Second Rotten Head was not a pleasant experience. With its mouth wide open, almost touching Charles I’s face, it then started to “vomit.” A flood composed entirely of rotten corpses was attempting to pour out again.
Disgusting, a helpless Skill.
In the past few seconds, the Second Rotten Head demonstrated to the Transcendents of the Mysterious Side who were spectating, its fighting style: exceedingly shaless and almost invincible.
Now, the Extraordinary World knew why the “Rotten Head” organization gave up aiding one of their leaders in the Dark Era directly, because there’s no need.
One of the characteristics of the Second Rotten Head is “Undying,” which so far, is nearly no different from the real Undying.
Regardless of any ans used by Charles I, an abundance of Light Magic or even the powerful Light Artifact, could only restrain the Second Rotten Head temporarily, as the rotten head quickly regenerated each ti, faster than before.
The sa techniques could not restrain it a second ti.
This ant that even Charles I, who had the revelation of the “Lord of Light” and possessed combat power at the Demigod Level or even stronger,
was completely restrained by his opponent, occasionally causing him disgust.
Like this mont, when the Second Rotten Head activates another characteristic, it can open the portal to the “Rotten Kingdom.”
The notorious organization of madn on the Mysterious Side, “Rotten Head,” worships a very ancient Evil God, “Rotten Father God,” whose kingdom, said to be the Ancestor of All Spirits, gathers endless rotten corpses from the Exotic Realm.
Every ti the Second Rotten Head opens the portal, it is a catastrophe to Transcendents of Legendary Level or below.
But for Charles I, it could only produce a disgusting effect.
His Holiness, the Pope, cast a disgusted look at the impending “Corpse Flood,” and a ruby ring on the red glove suddenly burst forth with light, a blood-red long spear pierced through, directly into the mouth of the Second Rotten Head.
The holy light not only neutralized the Corpse Flood but also completely dissolved the body belonging to the Second Rotten Head in the arena, leaving not even a single hair behind.
After defeating the opponent, Charles I turned to break through the thorns.
But at that mont, he suddenly felt a tingling itch on his shoulders, without any chance to turn around, his vestnt robes burst, and two faces different in appearance but equally decayed heads grew out.
On the left side, the Second Rotten Head got close trying to gnaw at Charles I’s cheek, howling simultaneously:
“Silly little Ludwig, aren’t you hungry? Co, taste this with .”
“Not the path of physical embodint…”
“Shut up!”
This ti, the one who was told to shut up was Charles I.
His originally cold, indifferent face now completely unable to mask his disgust. Over the past few seconds, he had thoroughly experienced the despicable mouth of the Second Rotten Head, a “senior” from the Dark Era, combined with Ludwig’s brainwashing admonitions, causing so disturbance in Charles I’s calm state of mind.
The “Bright Heavy Crown” on his head released a horrific Divine Holy Light, forcibly peeling off the Second Rotten Head attempting to eat his cheek. In the Holy Light, a body with almost no skin, only rotten flesh appeared out of nowhere, its neck area rapidly regenerating heads.
Charles I took no notice; he had already realized that once again, the Second Rotten Head seed to have been outplayed by Martin Sims.
Its “Undying” trait rged with Ludwig, the two, using the “Thorny Suit,” restrained him here, entangling him so he couldn’t imdiately appear in Secret Phoenix City.
“Buying ti, cannot save your ‘Master.'”
Charles I, with a gaze filled with killing intent, glanced at Ludwig who had revived again, then turning, he looked towards the other end of the Heavenly Portal, at Secret Phoenix City shrouded in snow, towards that towering, ancient castle.
His expression regained calmness, but a sweeping desire for slaughter ensued, he continued to command:
“Ancient Castle Bureau, find a man nad ‘Rafael’, kill him.”
“Any obstructer, kill without rcy!”
“ROAR”
When this utterly indifferent voice resonated through the entire Secret Phoenix City.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Everyone, especially the well-connected Transcendents or major organizations, was at this mont swept into extre shock, no one could be exempted.
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