When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1029: 371: The Death of the Red Chancellor

Chapter 1029: Chapter 371: The Death of the Red Chancellor

If one were to look down from the top of the Spirit Summoning Tower, the situation on the battlefield would be much clearer.

The vast expanse of land was almost entirely covered in crimson.

However, as the thunderous wind roared—The complete conical legion tore through the crimson, leaving remnants of the thunderstorm on the ground.

The crimson long spears no longer unleashed blood storms, but were instead charred like destroyed electrical appliances, flickering with electric sparks. The shallow rivers of blood on the ground were frozen into black ice amid the crackling sounds of shattering.

The signature ability of the Red Chancellor— the ability to strip away all life’s blood qi, dissolve all non-life, and penetrate everywhere, the “Crimson Storm,” should have absolute suppressive power against the living, undead, and artificial beings. Only the spiritual body armies, which do not possess physical forms, could freely pass through it… This was why he initially agreed to cooperate with the Black Chancellor.

Yet, it was utterly useless against the Wild Hunt Legion.

They had no blood qi to speak of—because they were not only undead, they were spirits!

And they themselves were the true controllers of the storm.

In contract with the Great Sage, they controlled the relentless storm.

These were storm wielders of at least Fourth Level, capable of reaching up to Sixth Power Level.

The “Crimson Storm” couldn’t cause them any harm, instead, it was directly torn apart by the storm they summoned!

“…What is that?”

“It actually suppressed the Red Chancellor…”

“Is that so kind of undead?”

“It’s a spiritual body! It must be…”

The students of the Spirit Summoning Tower were stunned by such terrifying power.

“—That is the Wild Hunt.”

The one answering their questions was Vice Principal Adolf.

He watched intently the skies outside, whispering lowly: “The ‘Keeper of Secrets’ commanded the heroic legion, the archenemy of all undead…

“The disaster that cos with the storm—”

His voice involuntarily beca high-pitched and excited.

The long-standing desire would finally be fulfilled here.

He could finally gaze directly at the Wild Hunt Legion from such a close distance!

“But…”

Soone’s voice was filled with disbelief: “This is also…”

“Too powerful!”

At that mont outside, everything was subrged in overwhelming thunder.

The Red Chancellor suddenly snatched up the Blood Longspear from the ground, with blood gushing up like a fountain.

He pointed the longspear at the legion, with the Blood Wings rising behind him, becoming imnsely huge.

Pengbonazi did not waver, not even retreating.

—He charged alone towards the conical formation of the Wild Hunt Legion!

He first ran a few steps, then picked up speed, eventually soaring into the air.

As he closed in on the Wild Hunt Legion, he soared high.

He threw the long spear in his hand like a bolt of lightning!

That long spear transford into a huge, ferocious Blood Demon Hound in mid-air, lunging to devour King Helkin of the Wild Hunt!

“—It descended with a roar.”

And Helkin whispered, raising the Thunder Javelin in his hand.

At this ti, Aleister on the top floor of the Spirit Summoning Tower summoned the Thunder Javelin again.

Repetition effect—

Upon reuse, it enhances the holder’s “Affinity for Lightning” by three power levels!

Helkin already possessed a level of Affinity for Lightning. Under such a terrifying enhancent, his entire being suddenly brightened.

Like an electrified light bulb.

The originally dull shell inside him suddenly lit up, transforming into a dazzling incarnation of light.

The sharp long spear easily pierced through the Blood Demon Hound—

And then, it also pierced through Pengbonazi behind it, lifting him high!

The power of dusk solidified him, preventing him from transforming into a bat to escape.

And the power of lightning spread wildly—after being electrified, Pengbonazi also suddenly brightened!

King Helkin of the Wild Hunt did not have the power to purify, so he could not completely kill Pengbonazi. But he could repeatedly kill him countless tis, and it was useless even if Pengbonazi had a reserve of a large amount of life force!

Helkin thus carried Pengbonazi continuously in a charge, like holding a flag of victory.

He rushed towards the next “Pengbonazi,” who, seeing the situation deteriorating, turned directly into a blood mist and dissipated.

Helkin did not continue the pursuit but instead turned to chase the next person.

His primary goal was not to thoroughly exterminate the “Pengbonazis,” but to first destroy the ritual ground that living beings could not enter.

The Wild Hunt Legion swept through, the rivers of blood frozen, the blood spears charred, “Pengbonazis” fleeing in embarrassnt everywhere. He showed none of the unstoppable montum as the First Red Chancellor. Under the slaughter of a genuine Sixth Power Level—and moreover, a Superior Phantom Demon of the Sixth Power Level—the title of being “First among Fifth Power Level” appeared so frail.

In just a blink of an eye, Helkin at least crushed all the “Pengbonazis” once.

The vast land was utterly frozen and suppressed by him.

And at this mont, Aleister in the Spirit Summoning Tower issued a new command.

Under the students’ astonished, fearful, reverent, admiring, and fervent gazes, she ordered aloud:

“Helkin!”

“I am listening, Master.”

“—Charge towards the sky!”

“As you command, Master.”

Helkin did not ask why.

But like a knight, he loyally responded to Aleister’s call.

He let the spear tip, already turned into a grayish-white stone statue, strike the ground, causing it to shatter and break away like a plaster statue.

Then, no longer paying any attention to those “Pengbonazis,” he raised his long spear high amid astonished gazes—

Leading the Wild Hunt Legion, who likewise raised their Weapons, charging towards the sky with a howl!

As the “Pengbonazis” crumbled, the blood-streaked sky collapsed alongside.

The thick curtains of snow fell once again, as if to cover up everything.

But King Helkin’s charge tore a rift directly through the front—

An endless storm erupted from the ground, forming a genuine tornado charging towards the sky above the Dark Clouds!

As the Wild Hunt Legion plunged into the Dark Clouds, visible vortices ford within them.

The heavy snow was whisked to all directions by the storm.

Until a beam of sunlight pierced through the Dark Clouds, followed by increasingly more sunlight seeping through the fragnted clouds.

The afternoon spring sunlight accordingly spilled forth—

Aleister took a deep breath, placing his hand on the Book of Law.

As the pages crazily flipped, it stopped on a card that Aleister had never used before.

As the “King” card burned.

Behind Aleister, a pair of Pure White, holy, angelic massive wings suddenly burst out!

Nurous rays of light ford ethereal feathers fluttering around the room, a student instinctively grasped a feather. Watching it lt like snow in his hand, yet it felt not cold but rather a warm flow surged into his body.

It was like enjoying the rare warm sunshine on a cold winter day, comfortably causing one to shiver.

That was [Spell Card: Light of Paradise (King)]!

Above Aleister’s head, an ethereal, translucent Crown of Light erged. Pure White runes within it shimring brightly.

That rune, was exactly the shape of the “Pride Seal” within Aleister’s body!

She suddenly took a step forward, walking out from the broken window at the top floor of the Spirit Summoning Tower!

The illusionary barrier ford by Preservation Arts parted before her like a soap bubble. Only after she passed through did they heal up again. Through the dim yellow light shield ford by the Preservation Arts, the Pure White wings behind Aleister seed to turn a dim yellow.

She pressed the Grimoire together with both hands, which then disappeared in a burst of purple light into the Void.

And Aleister closed her eyes, raising her hands high up like in prayer.

The gathered sunlight in her hands ford an imnsely vast and dazzling Light Spear!

“I petition Eternal Self, the God of Unity, God of Death and Rebirth, God of Enduring Obscurity.”

Currently, Aleister did not have the occupation Level of a Priest, and there were neither Holy Temples nor altars here, so her prayer was essentially aningless… but at least it could be heard by others.

As she used this skill again, the recast effect of “Light of Paradise” was activated.

The Light Spear in her hand suddenly beca massive, surrounded by a halo of light.

This ti, the ability’s effect expanded to cause area damage!

“I call upon Dawn Celestial Marshal, the Celestial Marshal of rise and fall, of dazzling brilliance…”

As Aleister’s “prayer” continued, the stance of the Holy Lance in her hands beca complex.

From one, it transford into three.

The frontmost being a sharp, dazzling, and blinding spear tip. The middle like The Sun, a bright sphere of light, and the handle at the rear appeared dim, with a texture like jade.

The Holy Lance’s three sections each had different runes and colors, with the magnificent halo expanding from one ring to two around the light sphere.

This recast added the blazing sunlight of “Punishnt” and “Purification” to the Light of Paradise!

Following, Aleister launched into the third segnt of prayer—

“I call upon…”

After a slight pause, she continued, “Aiwass.”

Those who heard this scene, invariably widened their eyes in astonishnt.

Aleister’s voice suddenly rose in a loud, clear tone:

“Grant the Light of Paradise, the paradise of Perfect Humans—”

As she “sang,” the Light Spear transford again.

The two rings of light beca three.

And the tail of the Holy Lance seed ignited, golden red flas extending swiftly.

Turning into countless twisted, dark red tails of fla that continued rising from behind Aleister, nearly covering the entire sky!

Hearing that voice, Pengbonazi stopped his fleeing footsteps.

—He heard it.

“Perfect Human…”

He looked up in astonishnt, spotting the magnificent Holy Spear in the sky.

That was…

“…Perfect Human.”

He murmured softly, “Perfect Human…”

As the one closest to being a “Perfect Human,” the Son of the Moon recognized at a glance—that was indeed the power of a Perfect Human.

His heart harbored reluctance, wistfulness, but also a hint of consolation.

This path indeed exists.

Embodying the ascent from corrupt blood, savage beasts, fallen sins into a glimr of utmost pure, sacred light.

Bashir, the path you proved is correct…

But I—

Am I just not worthy after all?

The next mont, the Light Gun was thrown.

It seed as though all sounds vanished with it.

Until that Light Gun landed, Pengbonazi still did not hear any sound.He made no Resistance, rely closing his eyes to endure it all.

The sacred radiance in but a blink subrged everything, the searing pain ca swiftly, and left even faster—

Among the nurous Pure White ashes, Pengbonazi’s soul attached to the flesh was thoroughly purified.

The era of Pengbonazi ended.