??Chapter 405: Chapter 378 “Mist Gate” Great Retreat! (9.2K, huge chapter!)_2
Chapter 405: Chapter 378 “Mist Gate” Great Retreat! (9.2K, huge chapter!)_2
Through the various ways these people died, Colin realized that the C Level Personnel was not only physically powerful but clearly had other thods of combat; even if they were unused, that didn’t an they were absent.
A certain bladed weapon, or bonfire powers…
Even from those bodies covered with spirals and mural crystals, Colin suspected that the adversary might have begun to master a part of that “God’s” powers…
“Hiss… If this had been a fight to the death, even if I released that small part of ‘Hunger’ within , I still might not have been able to win.”
Colin swallowed his saliva.
No wonder he always felt like the opponent was holding back…
Otherwise, he might have been accidentally killed without even realizing it.
‘Thinking back now, whether he used so technique or not, my mory is exceptionally clear, almost as if watching a high-definition movie. I can recall at any ti, zooming in and out, and even make out the pores on my skin…’
‘After I return, if I reflect on this, I should be able to improve quite a bit.’
“However, to think that the first few hundred of C Level are as terrifying as this, fighting so Cultist Angel Envoys who have been given divine powers is as easy as playing. No, if he can survive and make it back now, he might not even be just within the first few hundred…”
In the midst of these churning thoughts, Colin knew that besides the “Fla Bearer” heart trait that the other left behind, the most precious thing was the mory in his mind.
At the sa ti, thinking of this battle, he couldn’t help but think of “The Light Chaser.”
Their ways of fighting were not exactly the sa, but both were extrely experienced in using their strengths to find the enemy’s weaknesses, then striking at them.
‘On the way back, I could see if I could spend so points to get “The Light Chaser” as a sparring partner, to assist
in my cultivation…’
However, before Colin could continue his thoughts, on his left hand, the heart…
Suddenly let out a “thump.”
The heart began to beat.
Then, on the ground, all the Divine Corpses spontaneously combusted without fire, ignited by a sudden rise of orange-red flas, burning and evaporating into wisps of white mist. The mist seed to be drawn towards the entrance at the midpoint of the mountain, coalescing into form.
A grand ten-ter gate that led to who knows where, slowly erected…
The grand gate was currently closed, not yet opened, apparently needing to form completely before it could be opened.
This process was not very fast, as if soone were drawing it in the air with a pen, needing a certain amount of ti.
At the sa ti, from below the mountain waist, a commotion suddenly started.
Among the united heretics, there was so reaction to the rapid deaths of their high-level personnel.
“What’s going on, what’s happening on the mountain? Why, why is the presence of our Envoy of God gone!”
“Why, why are only Followers of the ‘Red Moon’ coming down? Did they succeed?”
“No, the expressions of Followers of the ‘Red Moon’ don’t look like those of victors…”
“…”
In the ensuing chaos, the various alien beings, looking at the quiet midpoint of the mountain, felt a surge of great unease.
Soon, as Colin’s figure with flas surging around him erged, their unease peaked…
Realizing sothing, a portion of the heretics imdiately began to retreat quietly, slipping away from the battlefield.
Others, desperate, had faces ashen with despair…
“Have we… failed?”
Soone saw the figure and murmured in anguish.
Since their leaders were dead, and the enemy had erged unscathed, especially considering the recent retreat of several Followers of the “Red Moon”…
The answer was obvious.
They… had been defeated.
So demons looked at the figure enhanced by the bonfire, and mories of suffering inherited from ancestors of long ago surged in their minds…
Once again, they rembered the fear of being dominated by the “Fla Bearers.”
The despair of history seed to be about to repeat itself.
For a mont, the morale of the various alliance species plumted.
So Cultists, in extre despair, even ignored the swinging chainsaw greatswords of towering chs in front of them.
Welcoming death amidst regretful mories…
On the other hand, with the appearance of Colin’s figure, company Employee morale soared.
“Kill! Slaughter these Heretic Cultists! Especially those drumrs! Damn it, I’ve seen it before, that drum is made from the skin of young girls with imnse resentnt and pain!”
“Peeling the skin off pretty girls while they’re alive, there’s such a thing!? Unforgivable!”
“Ah? I didn’t say they were pretty girls, don’t add descriptions recklessly…”
“Don’t let those with three eyes embossed on their foreheads escape! These people will steal your eyes while you’re asleep. Last mission, we saw a remote village where everyone’s eyes were gouged out alive, and several beauties suffered too…”
“Don’t spare that ghost-like aberration either! That thing specializes in attacking the lower half, cutting off many a man’s ‘little brother,’ making it impossible to stand before a beauty in the future…”
“Damn it, it was this bastard that cost
my ‘little brother’ during a heated battle; I died once because of that! And now, I’m afraid to spread my legs widely while fighting, kill it!!!”
“Disloyal, unfilial, unkind, unjust, impolite, foolish, unfaithful, they are all malignant tumors, kill!”
“Brothers, follow Brother Shunzi’s lead, kill all these cultists, don’t leave a single one alive!”
In the rising battle fervor, the company Employees took the initiative, bearing the onslaught of the frenzied “Red Moon” cultists, launching a full-scale counterattack.
However, apart from them, a few Employees also shouted for a withdrawal.
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