Chapter 39: Chapter 37: Witnessing a Battle Between Sequence Six Powerhouses—Dying Here Would Be Worth It
Location: Outer City of the Ether Emblem
The second team members of the Crimson Church have already dispersed.
Two of them quietly climbed over the courtyard wall, preparing to set a fire somewhere.
One of them tiptoed, cautiously glancing at the residential area, and whispered to the person behind him:
"Tsk tsk, during the Lantern Festival, so many people don’t even go home."
"Indeed, so on a dark and windy night, it’s the perfect time for arson."
The man in black revealed a crazy smile.
He used to be an arsonist.
His favorite thing to watch was the faces of those ordinary people, who had exhausted their life savings and took out loans to buy houses, as their homes burned in the fire.
No matter how many times he saw that look, it was always so interesting.
"Art is indeed all about burning."
His voice was almost inaudible in the night, eyes flickering with excitement.
"Ah, right, right." A crisp male voice sounded.
The man in black froze, but quickly relaxed:
"No. 24, don’t be so loud, if we get discovered then..."
In the next moment, he moved as if startled, paying no attention to the noise he made, and erupted from the spot.
But his figure froze in mid-air.
He looked up in horror and saw a young boy lowering his gaze, coldly squeezing his throat.
An elf flapped her wings, standing beside him while giggling.
"You, you are..."
"I’ve seen you, half a month ago."
Chloe applied some force with his hand, and the terrifying giant strength directly squeezed the opponent’s throat smaller than a water pipe.
The arsonist struggled desperately but couldn’t shake Chloe’s actions at all.
Those hands were so slender, yet like tightened iron clamps, constraining his fate.
"Though I thought I might meet you guys, I never expected it would be so soon."
Crack.
The man’s throat was forcibly snapped.
The Abyssal Path has enhanced Physique significantly, and this man was a skillful Sequence Eight practitioner.
But under "Giant Strength," he was as weak as a chick, so frail and feeble.
"Xiaoke, did he bully you?"
Master Nini, floating nearby, tilted her head, watching Chloe, impatiently holding a magic wand.
"It’s okay, Nini, it’s all over now."
After he was attacked, the mastermind arranged for this man to inject a potion into him.
The mysterious potion caused him to lose his Sequence Six power, which led him step by step onto the path of the Filthy Moon Demon King under the guidance of an Esoteric Practitioner.
Thanks to the cleansing package given to him by Master Nini.
He was very happy, twirling Nini around and even pecked her cheek a bit.
Nini, shy to the point her wings wouldn’t flap, landed and tapped his leg, saying:
"Xiaoke, you’ve turned bad."
"Not at all, Nini, I’m just very happy today."
Under the moonlight, the boy laughed wantonly.
And it was from this moment that the Lantern Festival scene began to get rowdy.
The mentors of the Ether Emblem, when they act, they do it fiercely.
Most of the Sequence Seven and Eight members of the second team got into fights with the mentors—
Meaning they were pinned to the ground and beaten until the soles of their shoes fell apart.
Most were captured in a few breaths, only the King of Limbs was still stubbornly resisting.
The person swung six arms.
The dragon-headed arm spewed dragon breath.
Octopus tentacles lifted a two-person-high rockery and smashed it down.
The leg of the Extreme Cold Giant Elephant stomped on the ground, like an earthquake.
The arm of the Sunlight Elf grasped a magic staff, continuously casting magic.
Yet the bald man wielded a longsword, sometimes slashing horizontally, other times thrusting forward.
Extraordinary Power gathered, the sword light rippled like a cerulean wave, and with one swing, the clouds that veiled the moon’s modesty seemed to be torn apart, revealing the bright moonlight.
"It’s over."
The sword light like a mirror under the moon shattered the dragon breath and magic, the sword slicing through the priest’s flesh.
The surging Extraordinary Power disrupted the magnetic field, smashing everything in front like a comet.
Boom!
The ground exploded, and the passersby struggled to stand firm, glanced around in astonishment.
But finding no source around, they could only quicken their pace to leave this place.
A few brave students from the Ether Emblem hid in a corner, subconsciously murmuring:
"To witness a Sequence Six battle, it’s worth dying here."
"Damn, what do you mean battle? Kid, even among Sequence Six, there are differences."
The student shivered in fear, realizing then that the bald mentor was already standing before him.
The bald mentor grumbled:
"A perfectly good Lantern Festival, and the Crimson Church folks just had to ruin the fun."
He glanced at the priest in his hand like a mud pile; this person needed to be taken back for interrogation.
But there were still some who slipped through the net, and he needed to handle it.
Troublesome.
He couldn’t split himself like some Paths.
"Mr. Barry~"
A cheer echoed.
The bald man Barry looked up to see the Treasure Elf in the moonlight, embracing her good student around the neck, floating in mid-air and waving towards him.
His previous irritation instantly turned into a smile.
"Oh, isn’t it our little darling Nini?"
"Yes, Nini’s here, and so is good luck."
Plop.
A scarlet apple fell into Barry’s hand.
Barry happily tucked the apple into his pocket.
Nini looked surprised and said:
"Barry, why are you holding a pig-headed man?"
"No, it’s because I beat him like this, planning to take him back to the school for questioning, but a Sequence Seven rascal got away, and I’m a bit stretched thin."
"Then Nini and Xiaoke will go."
The Treasure Elf akimbo, magic luminescence flickering around her, cast it on Chloe:
"Little Chloe, charge!"
Chloe helplessly waved towards bald Barry and then turned to leave.
Seeing someone to help clean up, Barry finally sighed in relief.
But shortly after, he remembered something.
"Wait, I haven’t told them which direction that brat escaped."
...
"Whoooo~"
Under the speed-enhancing magic, Chloe ran swiftly, the wind blowing into the Treasure Elf’s open mouth, making a funny and cute sound.
"Xiaoke, shouldn’t we ask where that person ran to?"
"No need, good luck is on our side."
Even if they knew the direction, in such a short time, it would be impossible to discern where the person had fled.
But at least one thing could be certain.
In this world, a "hero" is not merely a title, but a fate.
Most sources of turmoil, whether the hero is willing or not, will be dragged into it.
So he wagered.
Betting that the fleeing person would soon encounter his own hero.
He previously asked Rephya.
If she planned to start with Aisha from the riverside snack street.
—Basically, just craving to eat a bite there first.
Now estimating they hadn’t yet left the snack street.
Sure enough, when he arrived, a robed man was rushing towards the terrified Rephya and Aisha...
Huh?
Why is there also a Little Gourmet Knight?
Without a word, he shouted:
"Fratiss, use Shield Strike, and there will be unlimited octopus balls later!"
Suddenly, the man in black rushing towards Aisha saw a pair of wolf-like hungry eyes.
Those eyes seemed ready to devour!