Chapter Forty-Nine
"What a sight!" Ghost Duke finally rescued Nameless from the room, dragging his body, which was almost ruined by the chains, outside.
He happened to see that monster, and wow, it looked really cool. It reminded him of a game he used to play called Hearthstone. The eight-mana card in Hearthstone that could throw a fireball every turn looked similar to it.
What was it called again? Damn it, I've long forgotten.
Ghost Duke pushed open the door and stepped outside, where the bustling world opened its arms to him.
The sounds of flames burning, the tolling of alarm bells, shouts, and cries, along with explosions and collapsing buildings, formed a magnificent symphony.
Those two saints seem to be fighting that enormous monster; they look like a paladin and an ascetic. These two look incredibly powerful. If it weren't for them holding back that behemoth, the entire city would probably be engulfed in flames by now.
Even if they exist, it's only a matter of time. Fire rains down from the sky, and even with protective barriers, some fish will still escape the net.
Ghost Duke took a deep breath, smelling the pungent smoke from the flames.
"I'm really demeaning myself," Ghost Duke thought, leaning against the wall and coughing loudly.
He was waiting for good news from Twelve, though he didn't know where Twelve had gone. But he had done what he could, even if it was just to lend a hand to this guy who could travel through space.
What kind of enemy is that guy facing now? No one knows, but Ghost Lord isn't worried at all. Because he believes Twelve is the protagonist.
He was able to return from a seemingly hopeless death, had experienced enough anxiety, yet still possessed the heart of a child who yearns for the sun. Such a character should be the protagonist of a novel. As his counterpart in another world, he naturally had to do everything in his power to help such a protagonist.
But in the end, I'm still a useless person, and there's really only so much I can do.
Ghost Duke leaned against the door frame, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.
His wounds hadn't healed properly, and he was recovering much slower than others. More than a week had passed, and the wounds were still causing him pain.
This feeling is awful; I feel like a complete waste. Ghost Duke is so supportive, but I can't find a way to refute him. I really am a waste; such selfishness is truly rare.
He had also thought about training himself and becoming the protagonist. That's the normal plot. As a transmigrator, and a kid who had just finished the college entrance exam, dying suddenly at night and arriving in some strange world to adventure and build a harem should be the normal storyline.
But he sadly discovered that even with his physical training, his body wouldn't change at all. No matter what he did, he would revert to his current useless physique in seconds; even if he did become a strong guy, he would return to his current weak state within seconds.
Because if he were to change, it would mean the death of his former self. Change is the killing of the old self and the birth of a new self. So, according to God's will, his abilities were locked, and no matter what, he could only remain as he was, unable to make any changes.
What a twisted joke.
A fireball fell beside him, the explosion engulfing him in flames. The terrifying heat set his entire body ablaze. The excruciating burning pain caused Ghost Duke to writhe on the ground, roaring in fury. That was all; he was powerless to do anything else.
Actually, he did something really troublesome, otherwise things would have been over by now on Karl's side.
The initial stalemate was reversed the moment Wuming joined the fray. He truly did not disappoint Ghost Duke, leaving a significant wound on An the instant he appeared.
The external anomalies have also affected this chaotic alternate dimension. Flames surged into the city through the pathways between this dimension and reality, and the fiery clouds ignited the illusory sky as well. Cats and crows scattered in fright, and crows that were accidentally set ablaze fluttered on the ground, emitting painful cries.
Under the flames, the possessed Twelve finally seized its opportunity, swinging its scythe at the Guardian. This slightly hunchbacked fellow caused it considerable trouble. Each swing of the much thinner scythe left a wound on its body.
He was suddenly attacked from behind by a nameless man wielding a dagger, and he didn't have time to dodge.
But his scythe almost struck Nameless, because in an instant the controlled guy had disappeared and appeared next to Gray.
The girl clasped her hands together slightly, and a huge gray magic circle unfolded behind her. Countless chains surged toward the twelve from all directions of this world, while the dark scythe slashed past her ear, even going so far as to wound the gray face and cut off large chunks of hair in order to hit the guy who had reappeared in front of the gray.
Nameless's ability allows it to appear in the most troublesome places on the battlefield at a speed that is virtually imperceptible. Just like now, when he tries to interrupt Ash's spellcasting, these chains are causing Twelve a great deal of trouble.
But the chains ultimately failed to reach Twelve, for Nameless had succeeded. He teleported back behind them once more, and Dark was pierced through before he could even turn. The dagger first pierced Dark's abdomen and then plunged into Gray's back, causing all the chains to slow down instantly.
Before Nameless could react, he was struck hard in the face by Dark's elbow, shattering two collapsing walls and shooting the dagger into the ruins.
Gray coughed up blood and tried to resume casting without even turning around. But Twelve had already timed her attack perfectly, slashing with her scythe like an eagle. The wound stretched from her right shoulder to her lower abdomen; if Karl hadn't broken Twelve's arm with a hand chop at the last moment, she probably would have been cut open on the spot.
In that instant, the distance between the people was compressed to an extremely close level, and everyone, after being stunned, began to unleash their attacks. Magical and holy power erupted from their bodies almost simultaneously. When this technique, which could deflect melee attacks to avoid being subjected to continuous assaults, was used at the same time, it was as if some kind of powerful bomb had exploded in this place.
The ruins were cleared, and large amounts of debris were blasted into the air. But no one intended to stop; everyone was doing their best to use their attacks to put the enemy in an even more passive situation.
No one cares about a new wound or a new fracture. Or perhaps both at the same time. In this kind of fight where the goal is to kill the opponent, it's impossible to be constantly aware of one's own condition.
Because everyone has their own reasons for fighting, right? Twelve and Nameless are fighting to survive, Shadow is fighting for freedom. Karl is fighting to protect humanity, while Dark and Gray are fighting to fulfill their responsibilities and missions.
No reason should be dismissed; all are perfectly reasonable. Some are doing their jobs, some are doing it for themselves, and some are doing it for Dali. In any case, things are chaotic there now. These guys are fighting together, and every second they're only thinking about how to kill each other.
There were also onlookers. Although it wasn't good to just watch from the sidelines at this time, Deedri and Kris couldn't find an opening to help for a long time. The battle was very intense, and rushing in might just give the enemy an opportunity.
But who are the enemies? Deedley hadn't figured it out yet. Theoretically, their relationship with the church wasn't good right now. Even if they helped Karl, there was no guarantee they would come back to help.
So they first found Lady, who was resting nearby because of her injury, and she was now being protected by the abandoned pups.
The environment is so chaotic right now; suddenly dying here is all too common. None of those guys over there are easy to mess with.
The abandoned pawn dared not move. Lady was injured, her neck pierced through. Even after Karl repaired her wound, she remained in a dormant, unconscious state.
This time, it took them so long to find Lady, and it would be really frustrating if they died like this.
"Can it still move?" Dedeline asked Lady, looking at the abandoned pawn.
The abandoned child nodded, looking at the little girl standing in the corner.
Lori didn't say anything more, just followed Deedri. Even though the two of them didn't immediately help Karl, she followed behind them. Perhaps it was because he was indeed a child, and it was perfectly normal for a child to be afraid of the current situation.
Everything was in chaos, with conflicts erupting across the city at the same time. At that moment, no one cared about words like reconciliation or tolerance.
Especially in reality, when the two high-ranking priests went to suppress the monster, all the demon hunters in the city went crazy, searching all over the city for any corner where a demon might be hiding.
There were even many people who were discussing dealing with him after those two finished off that big guy.
Everyone harbored their own ulterior motives, like beans bouncing around in a metal vessel after being cooked in a pot.
Buildings collapsed one after another. Many houses were hit again in mid-air before they even hit the ground, each blow leaving the entire city riddled with holes.
Fortunately, this world is a copy of the main world, so the damage here won't affect reality. If this battle had taken place in a real city, it would probably have become a very troublesome situation.
It's a troublesome situation, at least for Carl. These people who cause damage simply walk away, leaving the church to clean up the mess. Carl is supposed to be in charge of this area, and ultimately, the responsibility of rebuilding the city will fall on his shoulders.
Dedeline leaned against the wall, looking at Lori sitting next to her.
Lori sat there, seemingly unconcerned about Carl.
"Are you alright?" Dedeline sensed something was off about the child.
She shook her head, held her head, and said softly, "No, I sensed that someone I know is looking for me."
"acquaintance?"
“It’s strange, I feel like I have a friend from before. But I was raised by Carl, I shouldn’t have met anyone else who feels familiar to me,” Lori said, hugging her legs.
She looks like a child; a girl like that should be homeschooled right now, instead of praying by a collapsing house that the bricks won't hit her head.
Dedeline rubbed her head. It was the first time she had seen the child. Although Chrisson seemed to know her, he hadn't mentioned her in their casual conversation.
Amidst the chaos outside, this was a rare quiet place. Lady was still unconscious, while the abandoned soldier held a long sword, on guard. Spider-Man seemed to want to go and help, but couldn't find an opportunity.
Deedris wasn't in a hurry at this point; she was used to getting paid to do things. No matter the outcome, she wouldn't get paid. For her, this was just another trip, a chance to encounter the same unscrupulous merchants she'd worked for before.
If it weren't for that unscrupulous merchant, she probably would have run away long ago. But with him around, she suddenly felt that perhaps she should also find some fun. For someone who lives on the edge, is there anything more exciting than a powerful enemy?
Although such entertainment is dangerous, one could easily die if one is not careful.
Listen to this chaotic noise, it's so...
Wait, where did the sound go? Dedeline paused, realizing that the sound had gradually faded away half a minute ago.
Are they at a truce now? Or has someone died? It should be noisy right now, but suddenly, it's quiet.
Of course, it wasn't truly quiet; it was just that those guys had probably stopped, so it seemed like they were on silent.
Dedeline couldn't understand why the place, which had been so noisy, had suddenly become so quiet.
She peeked out and saw the person standing among them.
Yak is now standing in the middle of the street, holding a sickle of different thickness in each hand. While he is standing there, he has not forgotten to grab the neck of the nameless person who is moving back and forth in space and control him.
"Who?" Wuming felt a little short of breath and looked at the guy standing in the middle of the street in disbelief.
He appeared there almost instantly, without any sign of the space being twisted. This meant that this guy achieved an imperceptible speed purely through his physical abilities.
“It doesn’t matter who it is,” Ark replied casually to the nameless one, explaining these things now was just too troublesome.
He looked around, cleared his throat, and shouted:
“If you all still want to fight, I suggest we leave here first.” Ark coughed a few times. The air here wasn’t clean, and the ground had been dug up on one side, so it certainly wasn’t clean. “This place is about to collapse. If we don’t leave now, we’ll all die here.”
As he said this, he gestured for everyone to look up at the sky.
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