stjorthotic Chapter 301 "Intense" Battle
Chapter 301 "Intense" Battle
Chapter 301 "Intense" Battle
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As the incantation appeared, Sirion's figure vanished from his spot and reappeared behind a large expanse of black mist.
The demon, who was about to flee, paused, and then a large number of pale blue fireballs condensed in front of him and shot towards Sirion.
As Sirion raised his hand and clenched his fist, the pale blue fireballs that rushed towards him, carrying a strong smell of sulfur, became chaotic and fell haphazardly in all directions.
Amidst the continuous explosions, large plumes of eerie green flames and pungent black toxic fumes filled the surrounding area.
Snapped!
Cyril snapped his fingers, and the surrounding toxic gas instantly vanished, teleporting to the location of the demon's two henchmen a dozen meters away.
"Uh...ah~"
"save..."
boom!
Large amounts of crimson magma mixed with pale blue flames burst through the ground and spewed out.
Cyril's figure vanished a second before the lava erupted from the ground, instantly "teleporting" behind the demon, his hands clasped together as he pulled a gleaming silver two-handed greatsword from the air.
call!
Amidst the violent whooshing sound, the demon's dodging movement faltered for a moment, then, as if making a decision, it suddenly turned around and made a slashing motion.
Flames rapidly gathered in his remaining right hand, and a flaming greatsword shaped like a blade, composed of crimson magma and pale blue flames, quickly took shape and clashed with the silver greatsword in Cyrien's hand.
boom!
Like the sound of a red-hot iron meeting cold water, a large amount of magma and flames scattered, and fragmented spots of light disappeared.
Cyril felt the resistance from the silver greatsword, then withdrew his hand and swung the sword again.
Boom! Boom!
Amidst a violent clash, as if ice and fire were clashing, large amounts of lava, flames, and specks of light rained down.
The two swung their greatswords faster and faster, their eyes blazing with fury and fighting spirit, looking as if they were drunk on fake alcohol.
The silver-white greatsword and the flaming greatsword in their hands were constantly being damaged and then rapidly repaired.
boom!
After another clash of blades, the silver greatsword in Sirion's hand shattered silently.
"slow!"
Cyril paused in his action of re-condensing the "Sword of Dawn".
The demon opposite him unleashed a palpable malice from its crimson eyes. Beneath its feet and behind it, vast swathes of black mist, brimming with depravity and filth, surged forth, solidifying into slippery, eerie tentacles that surged toward Sirion from all directions, binding him tightly.
The moment he was bound by the black tentacles, a slightly viscous black liquid began to seep out from Cyrien's body.
call!
The demon's flaming greatsword, shaped like a blade, slashed down on Sirion, instantly splitting his body in two. The body quickly lost its color and thickness, transforming into a portrait of Randolph Carter.
The scroll was covered with a large amount of sticky black liquid, which exploded with a whoosh, shattering and turning into a corrupt black mist.
Puchi~
A thick, silver sword pierced the demon's body from behind.
At the wound, a black mist, exuding a sense of depravity, trembled off, wriggling and disappearing into the air like tiny black worms.
Ugh!
A powerful gust of wind surged from Cyrien's body, sending the demon, who had been pierced by the greatsword, flying away.
As Sirion watched the tall figure being pushed away by the wind, a glint of lightning flashed in his eyes.
"Mental piercing!"
In mid-air, the demon, struggling to twist its body to steady itself, froze for a moment before crashing heavily to the ground.
Cyril's figure flickered and appeared beside the fallen demon, where he half-crouched and plunged his silver greatsword into the ground.
With a crackling, illusory sound, the giant sword disintegrated, turning into fragments of light like the dawn.
They were densely packed and countless, forming a shimmering and violent hurricane that swept outwards, transforming into a terrifying blow filled with destructive intent.
The demon's towering body swayed helplessly in the raging, sharp silver storm, like a rag doll thrown into a washing machine. It was constantly being cut with wounds of varying depths, and large swaths of corrupt black mist shed from its body, like wriggling black worms, spreading outwards, only to be quickly and completely obliterated by the sharp silver storm.
Five or six seconds later, the flashing and violent hurricane gradually subsided.
The once tall and strong demon has been reduced to a lifeless humanoid skeleton with only bones and bits of flesh remaining.
On the skeleton covered with bits of flesh, dark red flesh buds were constantly growing, wriggling in the air, trying to reassemble into a complete body.
Is "this demon's" innate talent the powerful regenerative ability of flesh magic?
As he whispered, a phantom, slowly floating book appeared in his eyes.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As the incantation appeared, a bright and radiant holy light descended from the sky and landed on the remains covered with fleshy buds.
Immediately afterwards, a small amount of golden, translucent liquid condensed in front of Sirion and was pushed by an invisible hand to spill onto the wreckage.
zizi~
On the wreckage, the growing buds melted at a visible speed, eventually turning into drops of transparent liquid.
As Sirion gazed at the wreckage still struggling stubbornly under the holy light, a glint of lightning flashed in his eyes.
A few breaths later, the demon, now only a dark skeleton, collapsed to the ground with a thud, its skeleton shattering instantly.
After confirming that the unknown demon was truly dead, Cyril glanced behind him. The demon's two henchmen had already run away while they were slashing at each other with their swords.
He didn't care about the two men's escape; he could catch up with them anytime he wanted.
"Is there any way to exchange the bounty even if only bones are left?"
"You're overthinking it. I don't even know if he's offered a bounty yet."
After muttering a couple of things, Cyril began to recall the battle that had just taken place, while also waiting for his traits to be extracted.
"My biggest takeaway from this battle is combat experience and the synergy between magical items and my own abilities."
"Even without using my recorded demigod-level extraordinary abilities and powerful magical items, I can defeat extraordinary individuals of the same level with relative ease."
"Also, the previously recorded 'hypnosis' ability and the corrosive effect inherent in the 'alcoholism' pocket watch work quite well together. It allows me to maintain a certain level of clarity and rationality while subtly influencing enemies, making them more likely to make irrational choices."
"If his mind hadn't been corrupted in the bar, this devil and his henchmen wouldn't have been so impulsive in chasing after him, and they wouldn't have become more and more reckless as they were beaten."
"The only problem is that I also get a little carried away, but thankfully the psychological suggestions I've made beforehand help me stay rational when making important decisions."
He let out a soft breath, pulled a piece of drawing paper from his pocket, and captured the remnant spirit of this "demon" in the drawing.
Then he picked up the "Demon" extraordinary property that had separated and reformed on the ground and put it into the small iron box he carried with him.
He glanced at the charred and cut-marked ground around him, and at the three-meter-tall skeleton in front of him that was clearly not human.
Cyril raised his hand and conjured a radiant crystal ball, then shattered it, turning it into dazzling points of light that merged into the void.
In the dock area, there's an unlicensed hotel that doesn't require registration.
Two men dressed in tattered black cotton coats stumbled into the room, rummaged through their suitcases and pulled out several small brown glass bottles, each about the size of a thumb, from which they gulped down the liquid inside.
"Phew~"
Letting out a long breath, the two of them plopped down on the ground, their faces showing expressions of relief at surviving a close call.
In about ten seconds, their pale faces gradually regained their color, and the black and festering wounds on their bodies gradually turned into normal bright red.
"Ouch, without the numbing effect of the poison gas, these wounds really hurt."
"Just bear with it, we don't have any painkillers."
"Damn it, how can that guy be so terrifying? He looks like just an ordinary person."
"Stop complaining, hurry up and pack your things. We need to buy tickets and leave this island tonight. If that guy kills the boss and then catches up with us, we're in big trouble."
"Maybe the boss will win in the end?"
"Ha... If that's really what you think, why did you follow me just now? Didn't you realize this was a trap set for us?"
A brief silence fell over the room, broken only by the alternating sounds of breathing, which gradually softened from heavy to gentle.
A few minutes later, after changing their clothes, the two people carrying suitcases walked out of the hotel one after the other.
They hadn't gone far when they suddenly stopped and slowly backed away.
Ahead of them, Cyril leaned against a black gas lamppost, smiling and waving at them: "Good evening, you two."
No sooner had he finished greeting him than a ball of eerie green flame, clearly carrying deadly poison, shot toward him.
As it approached him, the eerie green flames strangely changed direction and crashed to the ground not far away.
Opposite him, a thick, acrid smoke appeared out of nowhere, obscuring his vision.
He curled the corners of his mouth into a smile, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Snapped!
The black smoke in front of him vanished instantly, and he was transported to a height of tens of meters in the air, instantly revealing two figures running wildly towards the other side of the street with their backs to him.
Snap! Snap...
Cyril stared ahead and snapped his fingers several times.
Air bullets instantly formed and shot out towards the sprinting figure.
Amidst the sound of flesh being pierced, the two people running ahead fell to the ground one after the other.
Instead of chasing after him, Cyril picked up a piece of gravel from the ground, his muscles bulging, and then threw it with great force.
boom!
The man in black, who had just gotten up from the ground, felt a buzzing in his head. A piece of gravel had hit the back of his head, leaving a dent about half the size of a fist. He then collapsed weakly to the ground. His companion next to him instantly looked terrified and tried to run away, but the ground beneath him was as slippery as if it had been coated with grease, making it impossible for him to stand up for a long time.
By the time he finally managed to steady himself on the slippery ground, Cyril had already walked over and placed his hand on his shoulder.
After a crackling electrical current, he smelled of burning and collapsed to the ground.
Cyril watched him calmly and said, "I ask, you answer, understand?"
The man, who had collapsed to the ground, opened his mouth, but his body, numb from the electric shock, was somewhat out of control. He couldn't utter a single complete sentence for a long time, and in the end, he could only nod repeatedly in response.
Seeing that the other party nodded, Cyril then asked, "What is your purpose in coming to White Whale Island?"
After a period of silence, once the paralysis wore off, the man on the ground spoke in a hoarse voice: "We must search for the treasure left behind by the Andrerad family, and thereby break free from our status as vassals of the North family."
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