[Vol. 5] Chapter 139: The Flower of Life Blooming in Blood
Various thoughts and bizarre ideas continued to flash through Violet’s mind. However, regardless of the sudden insights or strange feelings she might have, what she needed to do now would not change.
This was a fruit of evil, born by consuming the essence of countless living beings on the land, nourished by blood. It had absorbed too much life and karma, and in order to grow, it would inevitably take even more in the future.
So, she could not allow it to continue to exist.
“Light.”
A golden figure, ford of light, gracefully appeared behind the girl.
She raised her hand and grasped a brilliant holy spear, pointing it forward through the air.
As if responding to this hostility and intent, the blood cocoon atop the throne slowly began to change.
It blood to both sides, like a bizarre flower of blood, and within that flower, the creature it was nurturing finally began to erge.
It was an entity entirely ford from the essence of blood, shaped like a “human.” It had flowing hair like a young girl, arms, a torso, a full chest, and a slender waist, embodying every feature of a peerless beauty.
But it was only the upper half of a body, still incomplete, a half-finished creation hastily ford to face the crisis. Its face was indistinct, blurred into nothingness, making it impossible to discern any details or features.
This was the creation at the core of the ?Blood of the Inverted Cross?, perhaps even the true aning behind this forbidden curse.
“Even for sothing like you, you wouldn’t willingly give up your life without a fight, would you…? Of course not. Then give it your all and resist. Right and wrong, good and evil. In the end, it always cos down to the strength of one’s fist.”
“…!”
Miss Priestess’s muttered words were like a silent thunderclap that truly split the skies in this soundless world, infusing it with complete vitality. The blurred-faced blood girl raised one arm, silently summoning a blood-red giant blade, exuding a fierce battle intent.
“Bang!”
The golden holy spear clashed with the blood blade in mid-air, sending a shower of light and blood flas flying out. The spirit of light transford the strike into a cut, slicing through the already collapsing crimson blade with a single blow.
The blood girl’s graceful figure suddenly expanded several tis, turning into a giant over ten ters tall, charging out from behind the black-haired girl and stepping forward!
A counterattack!
Without hesitation, the blood girl raised her hand again, gripping the blood-red blade identical to the previous one. She intended to parry the holy spear, which was slashing diagonally, just as she had done before.
However, she had clearly underestimated the terrifying power of this incarnation, summoned by a 10th-tier spell ?I Am Light? and possessing a level as high as 110.
“Thud!”
In stark contrast to their previous clash, the magnificent holy spear made of pure light sliced through the blood blade as if cutting through tofu, piercing into the being behind it and directly severing the arm that held the blade. The golden radiance that erupted from the cut extended into the distance, tearing the space of the mirrored world into waves of unstable distortion.
“…!”
Losing an arm, the faceless blood girl imdiately writhed violently, letting out a silent wail that could not be heard. The fallen blood arm quickly rged into the blood cocoon below, writhing at the severed end as if trying to extend a new limb.
But that process was exceptionally slow.
Clearly, the strike from the spirit of light had indeed injured it.
Violet did not hesitate at this human-like action. Although she remained stationary at a distance, the spirit of light’s form had already turned back, its holy spear drawing an agile arc, heading straight for the vital target of its head!
“…!”
Sensing the power of this strike, the struggling blood girl dared not be careless. She quickly reorganized her stance and seed to abruptly lt away, instantly retreating into the cocoon that had opened beneath her, narrowly avoiding the spirit of light’s follow-up strike.
“Oh?”
Such a peculiar thod of evading an attack was sowhat unexpected even for the priestess. Naturally, she focused her attention on the cocoon that was nurturing the blood girl and connected to countless blood threads, as well as the blood throne that held them.
She could now be nearly 100% certain that this thing did not originate from the hands of the Demon Lord of Slaughter. Even though she had sensed his presence before, and her little dragon was still locked in combat with the suspected demon lord, it was clear that this cocoon and throne, along with this mirrored world…
Were far too reminiscent of the blood clan that Violet had encountered during her ti in the Human United Kingdom.
The Demon Lord of Slaughter, Sluthel, seed more like a collaborator, utilizing his subordinate demons to ensure the activation and completion of the ?Blood of the Inverted Cross?, gaining certain benefits in return for a win-win situation… or sothing along those lines.
As her thoughts raced, the blood girl, who had retreated into the cocoon to evade the attack, re-erged once more. Her severed arm had finally returned to its original form, and within her blurred face, sothing resembling a gaze seed to fall upon the temporarily unpursued priestess.
Just as Violet turned back in curiosity, contemplating what this unseen and strange creature intended to do…
“…!!!!”
The blood girl abruptly tilted her head back and let out a silent roar, stronger than any before. The crimson beams that spanned the mirrored world, reminiscent of towering pillars, suddenly dimd!
Following this, the brilliance atop the blood throne surged violently, causing the originally weak aura of the cocoon—comparable to the ?Cocoon of Blasphemy? in the Forgotten Land, roughly at the level of a nascent pseudo-god—to erupt like a geyser, rapidly ascending and crazily strengthening as if there were no limits!
The pseudo-god is not an ordinary strong opponent. From a ga perspective, they have already reached level 70 or above. Even hardcore players experience a slowdown in their rapid level-up phase, and the experience required to level up begins to increase exponentially.
If ?Illusory World? indeed has so close connection with this realm, a similar situation should also manifest in the beings referred to as “pseudo-gods” here.
Thus, the opponent’s sudden and rapid enhancent was clearly abnormal.
It was likely a ans akin to “killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own,” a desperate asure taken in a critical situation.
In those passionate mangas, if the stronger antagonist faced the sa desperate struggle as the protagonist, they might say sothing like, “Do you think this can bridge the gap between us?” or “It’s just a useless struggle,” and then log out, watching as the opponent completed their level-up and turned the tables.
However, Violet considered herself no villain and was not foolish enough to simply watch the opponent grow stronger.
The spirit of light, which had just paused for a mont, surged forward again without any flashy maneuvers, delivering a strike!
This ti, she did not aim for the blood girl with only a half-ford body but instead targeted the at cocoon on the throne that was irrationally writhing at high speed!
It proved that the priestess’s disregard for the rules of combat was not in vain. The opponent did not exhibit any ridiculous state of “invincibility while leveling up.”
The brilliantly shining spear, wielded by her level 110 incarnation, directly cleaved through the blood-red shield on the surface of the throne, cutting it cleanly in two!
Although the blood girl made a decisive sacrifice at the critical mont, abandoning the womb and throne beneath her to escape being reduced to collateral damage…
However, judging from its sudden stop in the eruptive montum, it’s clear that the process of its rapidly escalating power has been forcibly terminated at this point.
Reviews
All reviews (0)