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The vigorous vines pierced the earth, twisting in search of prey. Unconscious, they swayed through the air like the tendrils of some eldritch entity reaching into reality. Soon, they found their target.
Pupupu! The writhing vines struck like lightning, impaling corpses, humans, and the "werewolf" Flan Ruveo one after another, stringing together a macabre display. Then, like fireworks, the iron-black tendrils burst forth from within, piercing through bodies, blooming like flowers of death upon the scattered remains.
"Oh no! It's the Sequence Extraordinary!" "Werewolf" Flan Ruveo agilely dodged the vine's thrusts, swiftly scanning the area. There was no sign of Kuin's shadow anywhere, not even from underground. "Damn..."
Clad in leather armor, Flan quickly made a decision. Black claws extended from her hands as she rushed towards Bishop Utralovsky, who was currently grappling with a "Specter."
At that moment, the severely injured Specter, Chun Jan Rakitzd, seized the opportunity and emitted a silent shriek!
Utralovsky, as if struck in the head, began bleeding profusely from his mouth and nose, his steps faltering. Seizing the chance, Flan lunged forward, her hands aiming straight for the priest's head!
At that moment, a burst of green light emerged from underground, enveloping the priest. In an instant, many of his grievous wounds disappeared, and the bleeding from his mouth and nose ceased. Under Kuin's treatment, aside from some spiritual damage, the priest returned to his prime state!
Gripping his massive sword steadily, he quickly turned around and swung it towards Flan's head, catching her off guard!
"Damn it! I'll kill your mother!" As the perspective uncontrollably shifted, these words became Flan Ruveo's final thoughts.
A grim and desperate female head fell to the ground, its body convulsing before life dissipated—a killing blow to Flan Ruveo!
Now, within the blood-soaked fortress, only the "Specter" and the two bishops remained in a standoff. The roles of "Hunter" and "Prey" had switched!
The situation was dire... Chun Jan Rakitzd quickly contemplated a plan. The priest, injured as he was, wasn't his match, but he disgustingly had a teammate capable of healing. Another enemy, currently displaying formidable earth magic, posed a lesser threat, but he likely had unknown trump cards. Taking a deep breath, Chun lowered himself, transforming into the ethereal "Specter," and then...
Flee! He changed direction, escaping at the speed of a steam locomotive!
However, at the fortress gate, a deep, dark barrier suddenly appeared, rising from the ground and enclosing the entire fortress! He couldn't evade it and crashed into it.
"Sorry, but letting you escape like this would be unfair to the people of the Southern Continent."
Cloaked, Kuin slowly emerged from the ground, calmly unwinding a white cloth from his staff, revealing a weathered bronze handle. With a gentle flick of his staff, swish! A long, cold crescent blade emerged, emitting a chilling aura. Its deep black hue made Chun feel as though he were staring into an abyss.
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Heh heh heh... Kuin felt the scythe in his hand spreading a wild, uncontrollable aura, infecting himself. The illusory "Specter" before him became enticing, a desire to tear it apart surged within him.
"Priest, let's take him down!" Kuin growled lowly, bloodlust filling his eyes, and with a stomp, he vanished into the ground, charging forward. The barrier couldn't hold for long; they couldn't let a Sequence Five "Specter" escape!
"Charge!" The priest's sword glinted with the dawn's light, enhancing its lethality against the Specter!
The Specter's face turned as cold as ice. He swiftly retrieved a pair of crimson objects from his pocket—a pair of blood-stained, dried-up black eyeballs, seemingly containing intense resentment and malice! Remnants of the Sequence Five "Apostle of Desire"!
After the Specter revealed the eyeballs, a storm of desire stirred within everyone present.
Chun's vision darkened. Caught between the scythe and the eyeballs, his pupils lost all clarity. "Do you want to dance too? Hahaha!" Bursting from the ground behind the Specter, he charged at Chun Jan Rakitzd with the chilling scythe, dragging the sensation of cold, deathly silence.
Chun Jan Rakitzd took a deep breath, activating the Sequence Eight "Madman" ability, willingly abandoning his sanity for a comprehensive and powerful boost!
The priest grunted, kneeling halfway. The bloodlust stirred by the eyeballs made it hard for him to resist sinking into past madness. He struggled with the madness in his mind, temporarily losing his combat effectiveness.
A pair of eyeballs plunged all three present into the abyss!
Kuin and the Specter clashed. Each of the Specter's attacks left severe wounds on Kuin, but he swiftly healed, only the "Specter's Wail" causing him true harm, inflicting mental anguish.
However, Kuin continued to swing his scythe relentlessly, each deep cut on Chun Jan Rakitzd's spectral form leaving exaggerated and difficult-to-heal wounds, increasing his loss of control.
Forced to do so, the Specter materialized, engaging Kuin in physical combat.
The power brought by the Sequence Six "Specter" was terrifying, but the damage from the scythe was mitigated by the sturdy body. Kuin's spiritual expenditure, however, was draining him step by step, and the rapid fluctuations left him momentarily regaining some clarity.
He changed his attack strategy, and as he attacked, the plants sprouting from the ground entangled the Specter like a spider capturing prey, gradually immobilizing him.
Chun Jan Rakitzd, devoid of reason, roared in an attempt to break free. Pustules the size of soybeans surfaced all over his body, bursting open with each movement. He was teetering on the edge of losing control, but the layers of vines delayed him!
"Screw it!"
Seeing the situation, Kuin unhesitatingly approached, wildly swinging the scythe, a deafening silence echoing as it sliced through Chun Jan Rakitzd's bulging veins, bringing his head down!
The materialized Specter's body collapsed heavily, its flesh and blood struggling restlessly, as if the lingering contamination of its uncontrolled state hadn't dissipated.
Silently burning within the deep, dark barrier, the corpses of all the undead, humans, "werewolves," and Specters slowly dissipated, their indulgent souls silently dispersing, severing the possibility of spawning vengeful spirits.
Kuin slowly regained his sanity. With the death of the Specter, the dissemination of desire ceased without the supply of spirituality. The nearby priest struggled to shake off past illusions, slowly straightening his body.
The silently burning, pitch-black flames reflected in Kuin's emerald-like pupils. He sighed, plucking a strand of hair from his lush green locks and tossing it to the ground.
Infinitely tall cedars rise from the ground, cracking the wall, holding up the sky, and covering up the sins that were once indulged under the tree roots.
As the cold wind howled, there were two fruits on the tree swaying in the wind. One was an illusory and deep color, and the other was dark as if mixed with crimson moonlight.
Quinn lowered his head to the land in front of him, clasped his hands and said:
"Mother's embrace is the gentlest hometown in the world. I hope you can wash away the sins of your soul in the kingdom of the Mother Goddess..."
Then, he picked off the two fruits, turned to Bishop Utravsky and said cheerfully:
"The mission is successful! Let's hurry up and see what loot we have! Otherwise, we might attract the attention of their angels later."
"Huh? Why are you staring at me?"
"...It's okay, hurry up and report to the headquarters..."
Bishop Utravsky took a deep look at Quinn's green eyes.
Those eyes had no warmth at all, they were cold and crazy.