Chapter 349 Such a brilliant lightning strike
The sky was covered with dark clouds, blocking out the sun.
A raging storm swept across the land, its sharp whistles like the wails of a banshee. Houses creaked noticeably, the incessant wind blinded people, and bats flew across the sky, screaming.
The continuous stream of lightning couldn't even be described as falling, but rather as sweeping across the ground repeatedly—those beams of lightning didn't resemble thunder, but rather tornadoes piercing the sky and earth, plowing furrows through the earth. Buildings were struck by lightning, igniting flames... yet even so, not a single villager fled their homes in panic.
If the lights in the room hadn't been on and there wasn't a real human smell, it would have thought these people had evacuated.
But...what's going on?
Would they rather burn to death in the room than come out?
Even so, why was Aiwass so calm? Didn't he feel any shame or remorse for having implicated this ordinary village because of him?
The Punisher hadn't told him much about the village before, and Wolfram wasn't interested in hearing such insignificant details.
But now, Wolfram frowned.
Looking at the demon of punishment who was constantly directing the thunder, the Giant Prince suddenly felt a subtle and ominous feeling that things were gradually getting out of control.
At this moment, Yeats was fishing by the Sapphire Lake, but he suddenly frowned.
A bolt of lightning fell beside him, knocking over his fish bucket filled with plump salmon and trout - the iron bucket exploded and was easily slapped away by Yeats.
He raised his head and looked at the dark clouds in the sky, his pupils turning scarlet in an instant.
"How annoying, Wolfram..."
His calm, mellow, poetic voice gradually turned rough and low: "The master said not to cause trouble for her, I didn't even plan to come to you... Now you can't blame me.
"Now it's you who's here to cause trouble."
As he spoke, the body of this skinny man, who was as thin as a dead tree, suddenly began to swell.
He was already nearly two meters tall, and now he was even taller. His black hair, which had hung below his shoulders like wet seaweed in wisps, had turned into a thick fur.
It was not the skinny gray wolf he had transformed into before.
Instead, it was a sturdy werewolf that was over two and a half meters tall, with a slightly hunched back.
He crouched down slightly and disappeared from the spot.
On the other side, Merlin was walking on the road near the swamp, but suddenly a rune appeared on his body.
Without warning, he vanished from his spot. At the same moment, a bolt of lightning struck directly where he had been, leaving a deep crater. Then, he vanished again—and another bolt of lightning struck the same spot.
"——Who is it? Are you sick?"
After being almost struck by lightning twice in a row, even someone as good-tempered as Merlin was a little angry.
He didn't even need to analyze it. He could see at a glance that the power of "Sin and Punishment" was hidden within this thunder.
This is not a natural lightning strike, but the innate ability of the demon of punishment.
Unless they were newly born, no one in this world was completely innocent. These thunderbolts would track down every guilty person and attack them—in other words, they would attempt to wipe out every living person within range.
Merlin's staff paused slightly, and a faint aura of light appeared around him. The lightning bolts grew denser, but avoided him as if they had eyes.
“Really…”
...It would be hard to explain to the boss when I go back to interfering in the material world as an apostle.
Merlin narrowed his eyes and muttered softly, touching the holy sword at his waist.
Although he once swore not to use magic to kill people...he is also a swordsman.
But at this moment, he paused slightly and suddenly revealed a sarcastic smile.
Feeling the air around him suddenly turn cold, Merlin smiled happily. "Oh, how could I forget... Sir Heleqin is buried here. It's great that I don't have to do anything.
"But now that it's come to this, we have to make some moves. Otherwise, we'll really be looked down upon by the younger generation."
Merlin said softly, pushing up his monocle.
He lowered his head slightly, and white light reflected on his glasses.
Without any incantations, gestures, or materials, a complex ritual array suddenly emerged from the ground before him. Line after line appeared out of thin air, as if they had "grown" from the array.
Merlin had no intention of breaking his oath. This circle was definitely not meant to kill.
The spell he prepared was a random creation, so it had no name. Merlin hadn't known this spell before, but after gaining a deep understanding of its principles, it was easy for him to create something new.
The effect of this spell is very simple.
It has only one simple effect, which is to make people nearby who try to teleport, use substitution techniques, or regenerate appear here instead of at the location they set previously.
"Great wizard, right..."
The corners of Merlin's mouth curled up slightly, revealing his undisguised malice.
Just as Merlin was adding ingredients to the basic spell, black mist rose from under the dark clouds.
It looks like black smoke, but there is no feeling of heat at all, only a bone-chilling coldness.
The black fog rose from all directions, covering the entire street.
The fire ignited by the lightning was instantly extinguished and swallowed by the black fog. And the pale cavalry corps, as if growing out of the black fog, emerged in a distorted form in the air.
Silver-white armor, ghostly horses, and armored skeleton cavalry armed with weapons—
Just like every night of the Wild Hunt before.
But the difference was that when they appeared today, they weren't reveling and joking as usual. Instead, they lined up in perfect order, silent. A cold and solemn atmosphere enveloped the entire Wild Hunt.
——Suddenly, a huge thunder struck!
In the dark night of storm, the dark hero descends from the sky!
A cavalryman, clad in exquisite elven silver armor and wielding a vanguard spear, emerged. Underneath the armor was a white skeleton. Riding a ghostly Pegasus with wings on its back.
Originally, the silver armor, the spear, and the Pegasus were all supposed to be pure white. That hero, like a pure white comet—but now, its entire body was dyed completely black, and that cold black smoke was emanating from it.
With a sharp clang, the helmet's visor dropped. Two dim yellow lights shone from the helmet's eyes, and then the edges of Pegasus' wings also turned dim yellow, like smoke rising. From pure black, it gradually shifted to dim yellow.
Immediately afterwards, the white armor of all the Wild Hunts was dyed dim yellow.
Like a sandstorm in the dark night, or like pure white clouds turning into dark clouds, it had a destructive, oppressive force.
The next moment, the Wild Hunt launched a charge into the storm. They even briefly illuminated the sky, turning the dim night sky into a pure yellow - a spectacle like the coming of a sandstorm, or a spectacle appearing in a rainstorm.
Faced with this kind of power, the Punisher also felt nervous. The moment it saw the Wild Hunt Legion appear, it immediately withdrew its "Thunderstorm" maintenance to prevent itself from becoming too conspicuous.
It had never even experienced a battle of this scale before, and when it saw that the situation was not good, it turned around and ran away.
I wonder if His Royal Highness can attract its attention...
——As expected, the Punisher found that no Wild Hunt rushed towards him, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Good, the plan worked.
This time, the "Thunderstorm" has yielded excellent results! Even at the cost of all this power, it's worth it!
This was exactly how it should be done—destroy those buildings to prevent the enemy from hiding, kill all living things to cut off their support. It was even possible that they had already severely damaged or even killed the enemy!
The King of the Wild Hunt, who was lured out by the storm, was also led away by Wolfram!
Such a brilliant lightning strike!
He blocked the enemy's support, safely launched a complete and unstoppable group attack, used Wolfram to lure away the Wild Hunt, who posed the greatest threat to him, and also killed Wolfram, who was likely to turn against him at any time... It was a plan that killed two birds with one stone!
There can only be one ultimate beneficiary!
"——The only one who can seize the Book of Law is me!"
The demon, who looked as ferocious as an evil ghost, covered with matte black scales, and had black wings like a crocodile and a turtle and a bat, roared and laughed triumphantly.
(End of this chapter)
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