Chapter 566 A Fated Death
Chapter 566 A Fated Death
Due to the combined effects of the intense surrounding air and the "Sun Brooch," Chloe's clothes were soaked with sweat, and her cheeks were flushed. After dodging the wind blades with a series of rolls, Chloe wiped her face, reached for her waist, opened a small metal bottle, and drank it down in one gulp.
Taking advantage of the lull in the battle to restore herself to peak condition, Chloe casually tossed aside the empty bottle and, pulled by the spider silk, quickly distanced herself from "Mr. Z".
The almost completely charred "Mr. Z" tensed his muscles, once again conjuring a dark, chilling shadow greatsword as he charged towards Chloe. Facing the imposing enemy, Chloe calmly raised her right hand, unleashing the remaining bullets from her reel.
Bang!
The bullet struck the blade of the black greatsword, but "Mr. Z" did not lose speed.
Bang! Bang!
Once again, Chloe used her greatsword to block bullets. Annoyed, she pursed her lips, wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and irritably unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt.
"Charm".
Mr. Z's gaze was suddenly drawn to Chloe's delicate, fair neck and exquisite collarbone, and his steps faltered slightly.
Bang!
The bullet was aimed at Mr. Z's ankle. Realizing he had been hit, Mr. Z quickly staggered and stepped to the side, narrowly avoiding the bullet.
This changed his course.
The invisible spider silk suddenly tugged, and the ankle, which hadn't yet landed, instantly felt a brute force pulling it.
Mr. Z's body momentarily lost its balance and stumbled to adjust, while Chloe was no longer standing still and was being pulled by a spider silk as she sped towards him.
Her left hand clenched tightly, feeling her spiritual energy rapidly draining away. Finally, just as it was about to collide with the sword of "Mr. Z's" defense, she successfully threw out the talisman in her hand.
Chloe parted her lips slightly and uttered the difficult ancient Hermes:
"destiny!"
This is the "Lucky Thief" talisman!
Chloe smirked and pointed the revolver at her temple.
The last bullet is for myself.
Bang!
A fleeting, illusory light flashed, shattering into illusory skull fragments—but the two figures were dim. Soon, their roles reversed, awaiting the unveiling of fate's mystery. The one whose skull caved in became "Mr. Z".
At this moment, their fates were miraculously reversed: "Mr. Z" was shot through the skull, his brain shattered!
Chloe was unsure what other unknown souls "Mr. Z" was still grazing, or whether he possessed a Stand-like ability.
But a serious injury from the perspective of fate is absolutely unavoidable!
However, since the fate used for the exchange must be experienced by oneself first, Chloe cannot directly exchange the fate of "death" for "Mr. Z".
What "Mr. Z" is experiencing now is brain damage—enough to kill an ordinary extraordinary person on the spot, but for a "Rose Bishop," his tenacious vitality is enough for him to make the most basic response.
However, this still falls into the category of "serious injury".
At Sequence 5, a spirit no longer signifies a brain, and brain death does not mean the complete annihilation of life force. Mr. Z's head collapsed, his limbs twitched uncontrollably, yet he still retained consciousness, laboriously curling his fingers, groping for something.
At the same time, having just come so close to death, Chloe's vision blurred, and she finally regained her senses. Seeing that "Mr. Z" still seemed to be moving, she didn't hesitate to pull out a handful of black powder and sprinkle it on his body.
The silent black flames began to burn quietly.
The death of a "Rose Bishop" can only be defined by the annihilation of the spirit, or even the extraction of extraordinary characteristics. Chloe knew that the "Shepherd" seemed to be able to imprison other souls within the body for her to command, but she had no choice—the witch simply let the black flames form a cage, quietly burning away anything containing spirituality within it.
The gas from the "Radiant Stonefire Spirit" captured the aura of the black flames—an evil and filth, an enemy in need of purification. The light captured Chloe, the source of power, and burned fiercely upon her, soon turning her body translucent and crimson.
The black flames raged fiercely, and wisps of curse seeped into "Mr. Z's" body. Clearly, no matter how tenacious his life force was, he would die completely in a few seconds.
However, "Mr. Z," whose skull has collapsed, is still able to move.
His lips moved, and he uttered a few indistinct words in a barely audible voice:
"Lord—Mysterious—Holy—Salvation—"
In the blink of an eye, a portal of light suddenly opened beside Chloe.
Chloe's heart tightened; this was clearly the saint capable of teleportation. She braced herself, gripping the ornately engraved semi-automatic pistol with its special magazine in her left hand.
However, unexpectedly, a pitch-black arm covered with eerie patterns suddenly grabbed the door frame and crushed the unexpected light portal.
Amidst the constant burning sensation, before Chloe could even understand what had just happened, she clearly felt the curse—the spirit of "Mr. Z," and more broadly, all the spirits within "Mr. Z" himself—had been completely burned away by the black flames.
Chloe thoughtfully ended the black flames, receiving forgiveness from the surrounding divine light. Clasp her fingers together, meditate, and the charred skin on Chloe's body melted into ice crystals and fell away, revealing smooth, white skin that regrowth.
She slowly walked to the "Sword of Judgment" that had been planted in the center of the altar when the battle began, picked it up again, and went to "Z".
Beside the remains of "Mr."
Clang!
With a clean and swift stroke, "Mr. Z's" head was severed.
The "sword of judgment" has once again witnessed the implementation of order.
"My lord, this—"
"This proves that she has the ability to lead Lanqiao—and of course, it also proves that she has powerful backers."
Leok Nash had been observing for a long time, but he just watched coldly. At most, he used his contracted spirit to issue orders to the guards, telling them that not a single believer participating in the sacrifice could escape, even though a serious stampede had already occurred in the center of the altar.
He didn't miss the moment the portal opened and closed. Clearly, this was the power struggle between the Aurora Club and Chloe's backer.
Leok Nash glanced at his resentful subordinates and chuckled:
"Don't be too rebellious—as long as there's a roster, the Nash family will thrive in Lanbridge. Let's wrap this up and prepare to welcome our new lord."
"Don't forget, Lanqiao faces an even greater threat; it remains to be seen how our new lord will deal with it."
Semi-transparent figures emerged from between his brows, their chilling aura engulfing the profaned tree of flesh and blood on the altar.
Soon, under the influence of the aura of death, the flesh and blood tree, having lost its master, withered and died, falling silent.
The ghosts floating in mid-air also attracted the crowds trampling on them.
The believers' gazes swept across the air and gathered on the stage, on the final victor.
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Chapter 567 Obey My Command
Chapter 567 Obey My Command
"The messenger of the gods is dead!"
A loud yet crisp sound echoed throughout the altar. "Mr. Z's" head was mercilessly thrown to the ground, and Chloe lifted her foot and rolled it a few times on the ground with the tip of her boot.
"No more disasters will threaten you, and no 'true creator' will force your faith!"
However, this did not alleviate everyone's worries—a tsunami tens of meters high had already appeared in everyone's sight, and they could only look helplessly at the distant coastline and pray.
The most real disaster, the imminent disaster.
A rumbling sound echoed throughout the city, and dark clouds loomed overhead.
The countless shadowy figures hovering around Chloe caused the Tree of Flesh to wither completely, but it also made Chloe's image less sunny and more like a messenger of disaster and death.
Knowing there was no hope of escape, the bolder audience members hid behind the altar—though it was futile, it offered some consolation, as they thought they could use the altar to block the deadly impact of the tsunami.
"What's the use? What's the use?"
Some people had already started crying loudly, sobbing and desperately shouting at Chloe on the stage:
"What's the use? The messenger of God is dead—you've only extinguished the last hope—"
"What's the use? You've only extinguished any hope of saving the city."
Under the seven clear beams of light, which seemed to contain countless knowledge, a black-robed man who was not yet forty years old coldly stared at the demigod blocking his way.
His brown hair was slightly curly, yet it gave him an unusually strong appearance, and his dark, deep eyes seemed to hold countless unfathomable things:
"Do you really think Z' would carry his potion-making skills with him? That you could kill him, take them, and use them to end the tsunami disaster? That's utterly ridiculous."
His eyes were filled with coldness and malice as he spoke each word viciously:
"The nature of that 'Calamity Priest' is in my hands. You know, you have no chance of keeping me."
"I will witness your defeat here. Remember, it was your folly that killed these innocent lambs," Thierry Faucon said with a light laugh, his arms crossed, "Of course I cannot stop you, 'Mysterious Saint' Butis. In the realm of escape, no one can catch you."
Behind him, the bronze gate to the underworld, covered with strange patterns, opened wide. Countless powerful undead creatures, carrying a cold and deathly aura, wandered aimlessly around him, corrupting the surrounding spirit world and preventing anything from getting close.
He casually cast his gaze toward the altar in the real world, watching Chloe's triumphant moment on the platform, and the tsunami disaster in the distance, which had already stirred up a corner of the spirit world with waves and storms, but he was not in a hurry:
"You've lost your composure. Let the younger generation handle their own battles. It's wrong of you to interfere."
Boutis's face darkened, and he said:
"I just wanted to save his life. If the situation were reversed, you would of course make the same choice."
Thierry simply smiled: "Perhaps. Then you'll be the one to stop me."
"Mr. Z" is already dead at Chloe's hands; saying all this now is merely for the sake of the "Saint of Mystery."
It's like rubbing salt into Boutis's wounds.
Thierry leisurely gazed at the approaching tsunami, then withdrew his gaze:
"Alright, watch closely and see how our child resolves this crisis."
Salty water droplets fell onto the altar, and the surrounding sky had become almost completely dark.
The "Tree of Flesh and Blood" lost all its vitality and died completely. Chloe waved her hand, and the "Demon Jester Card" flew up from the pool of flesh and blood again, shaking off the stains on its surface, and returned to Chloe's breast pocket.
The towering tsunami was already close at hand. Some of the surrounding crowd closed their eyes in despair, while others knelt down again, chanting the name of the true Creator.
Chloe looked up at the ghosts flying in mid-air and the tsunami that was right next to her, and took out a dark iron box from her bag.
"Stop talking about the true creator. The messenger of the gods is dead, and he's no longer of any use."
She looked contemptuously toward the direction of the flood, pulled out the scroll, and unfurled Mr. Azik's warrant:
"But here, everyone must obey my orders!"
Splash!
A chilling wind, almost tangible, swept by, and the ghosts floating in mid-air fell to the ground, some even right at the feet of the surrounding crowd.
Click!
A dazzling bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting Chloe beside her.
Amidst the deafening thunder, lightning cleaved through the dark clouds and shattered the mighty tsunami.
Ugh!
The giant wave, tens of meters high, shattered instantly into tiny droplets of water, which were then propelled upwards into the sky by the gale.
Ugh!
The waves were swept up to tens of thousands of meters by the sudden hurricane, then broke free from their constraints in the air, transforming into raindrops that slowly and lightly traced parabolic trajectories, disappeared into the clouds, and flew away in all directions.
Click!
Another flash of lightning.
Water droplets poured down, but they were gentle raindrops. Although they still carried the salty smell of the sea, the tsunami was gone—completely gone.
People stared blankly at the scene, making no attempt to avoid the torrential rain falling on them.
Their gazes involuntarily fell once again upon the altar, upon the girl to whom even tsunamis obeyed her commands.
brush!
A holy light shone upon her.
This was the only ray of light under the pitch-black sky.
Chloe solemnly raised the iron-black "Sword of Judgment" in her hand, her face serious, and solemnly declared:
With this sword, I swear:
"As a lord, I must protect the living beings of this land."
Above the gray fog, Klein, the "Fool" who sat at the head of the bronze table, put down the "Scepter of Poseidon" in his hand, no longer holding the "Pope" card, and let out a heavy sigh of relief.
In the spirit world, Thierry Faucon looked disdainfully at the silent "Mystic Saint" Boutis, and summoned the undead creatures he had conjured from the underworld:
"How is it? Are you satisfied?"
"If you have any complaints, it's not too late to start the fight now."
Out of the corner of his eye, Butis saw a short-haired man in a white robe inlaid with brass staring at him with warm eyes from another direction in the spirit world.
His face was ashen, and he remained silent. Soon, his figure faded and disappeared in the spirit world.
The confusion in the altar square gradually eased into cheers. People of all ages embraced each other, celebrating their survival after the ordeal.
Meanwhile, Chloe's "pain" potion was quietly and completely digested.
A sudden inspiration struck her, and she opened her palm—where a bottle of magic potion appeared out of thin air.
The dreamlike colors were like the faint dawn, like the hope brought by the first pale light of the rising sun.
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