Chapter 501 The night is over and the sun is rising
The growing sense of fear made Grape's body tremble uncontrollably.
She had had similar experiences before.
When she was a child, she witnessed her parents being murdered by two guests who were invited to a conversation. After killing Grape's parents, they searched the house for something and disguised the scene as a burglary.
At that time, she tried to curl up her body and hide in the belly of her mother's half-assembled corpse.
Because this is the only place that can avoid ritual detection... and because it is too bloody and filthy, it will not be carefully investigated.
She didn't dare to make a sound at the time, she clenched her teeth, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
——The fear at this moment is just like the fear back then.
Grape dared not move, not even to breathe. It was as if the slightest movement would violate some taboo. It was like standing on a single-plank bridge over a cliff.
Even if my legs are weak, I have to stand still - even though I know rationally that this will only make my legs stiff and make subsequent movements more difficult, I just can't move my legs.
If she hadn't become a transcendent, she might even have been scared to death.
It wasn't because she was timid—quite the contrary, the fact that she could remain rational in such a situation showed that she was quite brave and calm. This was because the increasingly strong aura of fear had already seeped out from the crimson egg.
The next moment, the crimson egg suddenly burst.
Lancelot kept his eyes closed, looking up at the sky, as if he were bathing. His upper body was also naked, and his skin was covered with wild purple war marks. His once fair skin turned a sun-burned tan, and his hair turned a blood-red.
It can be clearly seen that there is a red "zero"-shaped ring on his chest and a purple "infinity"-shaped curved ring on his back.
The blood-red storm spread out in all directions with him as the center - the already gloomy midnight sky was filled with a storm.
In just a few breaths, a hurricane with a bloody smell began to sweep across the entire Glass Island.
The sky in the early morning hours turned an ominous dark red, a glow like embers, like red-hot charcoal.
"hiss……"
Lancelot inhaled slowly, making a sound like smoking, and slowly opened his blood-red pupils.
As he inhaled, the storm grew stronger.
They spread outward and began to spread to areas beyond the glass island.
At this moment, Grape saw that... Aiwass, who was originally wrapped inside, had completely disappeared at some point.
There wasn't even a corpse.
"...death without a complete body?"
Grape's lips moved slightly, making a helpless sound that only she could hear.
If you are involved in such a grand ceremony, you will probably just melt away.
And she will die here...
--choke.
Lancelot stabbed the sharp blade of the holy sword into the ground without mercy.
At this moment, what "Lancelot" holds in his hand is no longer the Dagger of Arondite in its dagger form, but the "Holy Sword Arondite" which has returned to its long sword form.
It had a beautiful blue-green blade, like the surface of a lake or a fine sapphire. In the dim candlelight, one could see the gradient from deep blue to dim yellow from the side.
“——It’s not going well.”
He made overlapping sounds.
Grape discerned it keenly—it was the triple voice of Aiwas, Lancelot, and a woman's voice overlapping.
At this moment, "Lancelot" slowly turned around.
Just being stared at by his crimson gaze made Grape tremble all over and feel a strong sense of suffocation. The fear that paralyzed her brain made her body motionless, and her whole body twitched - she actually urinated.
"Oh."
Lancelot scoffed.
His scarlet eyes were full of sarcasm: "Cowardly pig."
——That is the aura of fear.
The ability to scare mortals to death and render those far weaker than oneself unable to move.
Such extraordinary power to bully the weak is one of the special symbols unique to the path of power.
The next moment, he stretched out his hand, grabbed from the void, and dragged out something invisible.
In outline, it resembled a hammer, an axe, or perhaps a fan. Simply swinging it unleashed a storm within the chapel—a howling wind that reverberated through the building, shaking it violently and shattering the glass windows.
"[The Invisible One]..."
The knowledgeable Grape immediately recognized the iconic weapon.
This is... the weapon of Enyo the City Breaker!
She is a goddess of evil who takes pleasure in killing in war.
After the victory, drinking and reveling in the conquered cities, destroying and killing people at will, and acting recklessly were considered a ritual of serving Enyo, which provided an excuse for the undisciplined irregular army to vent its animal desires.
At this moment, Enyo looked in a very bad mood.
"Lancelot's" body disappeared in the blink of an eye, and instantly appeared in front of Grape with a pungent smell of blood.
An evil and violent expression appeared on his face, and he raised his right hand high.
——But at this moment, the expression on his face and the movements of his hands froze.
It’s disrespectful to say…
But that feeling reminded Grape of a hound with a chain around its neck. The moment he charged forward with a roar, the chain taut as he reached the edge, and his entire body froze in place.
The next moment, Lancelot's left hand stiffly lifted up Mycroft's collar and threw the grapes out.
The grape flew high, swirling past the shattered window, and in the blink of an eye it was outside the chapel. Although Mycroft's fat, ball-like body was still scratched by the broken glass when passing by the window, at least he left the scene safely.
She wrapped herself in a force field ball mid-air. The rubber-like ball bounced back and forth as it landed, ricocheting across the street.
And "Lancelot" looked at the Flame-Rebellious Butterfly flying quietly in the air.
"Is it you who came to stop me?"
Lancelot raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and sneered sarcastically: "Little lady, don't go to the battlefield in a skirt."
"My Master, my Father...is within you."
The Flame-Rebellious Butterfly just spoke calmly.
Hearing this, "Lancelot"'s expression suddenly became gloomy.
"I see."
The knight, transformed into a tan-skinned, red-haired, bloodshot-eyed knight, casually struck the holy sword stuck in the ground with a hammer, sending it flying backwards. It didn't bend or break, but it instantly lost its gem-like color.
The Flame-Rebellious Butterfly witnessed this scene and its pupils moved slightly.
"Lancelot" didn't say anything harsh.
He simply stretched his neck, then rushed towards the Flame-Defying Butterfly without any warning.
Then, he swung the huge hammer and smashed it down with all his strength!
The four wings behind the Flame-Defying Butterfly suddenly gathered together to form a shield.
Those seemingly extremely thin wings actually blocked the hurricane!
As expected, the earth suddenly shattered.
The spreading cracks tore the entire chapel apart, the ground collapsing and shattering in circles. Dirt and rubble burst and flew, and a storm roared out, blowing the entire chapel away!
The roof, made of extremely high quality, remained intact as it flew outwards and spun wildly in the air.
And the next moment, the flame-rebellious butterfly flew into the night sky.
Like the final judgment—twelve slender yet extremely long beams of scorching light swept back and forth at a rapid speed. Those random sweeps were like a net gathering from all directions, converging from the edges towards "Lancelot."
They tore through the storm with ease, and the farthest strike even tore apart the dark clouds in the sky and the Silver and Tin Palace in the distance!
As the beam swept across, an explosion followed.
And when they converge into one point, the flame beam becomes extremely hot and bright.
"Lancelot" was immediately pushed by the flames, smashing the wall and being blown away!
Faced with such a powerful attack, Lancelot had no choice but to shield his face with his hands. Thick white smoke hissed from his entire body—his flesh had already become charred and smelly, and now one could see sticky flames burning on his skin, like ignited metal.
...What strong firepower.
"Lancelot" was a little afraid.
The chapel and the surrounding Candlemas Cathedral were reduced to rubble, the buildings cut through like butter by a hot knife and then exploded. Even now, the remaining structure was still burning.
Even the Silver and Tin Palace in the distance was split apart by the distant attack of the Flame-Rebellious Butterfly!
“…That’s all.”
"Lancelot", with white smoke steaming all over his body, gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.
The flames did cause him some damage, but it wasn't fatal.
But it just so happened that after blowing him away, the Flame-Bending Butterfly couldn't catch up immediately...
If it happens a few more times——
Just then.
He suddenly sensed something and turned around.
An old man in a black robe was standing near the Temple of Silver and Tin, observing him from afar.
That was indeed a long way off—at least two kilometers away.
He was looking at "Lancelot" warily at this moment, with a frown on his face.
Looking at this face, I always feel that it looks familiar...
But the next moment, when "Lancelot" turned around and looked at him, little Fernando suddenly widened his already small eyes and his scalp felt numb.
He wanted to escape without thinking, but "Lancelot" rushed towards him directly!
His movements, initially somewhat stiff, gradually became smoother—Aivaz's control over his body was weakening. He swung his hammer, carrying the storm with him as he charged forward!
But I definitely can't run away...
Hastily, Little Fernando reached out and touched the ground. A force field, stronger than a grape, instantly formed, and in the blink of an eye, it began to strengthen layer by layer...
At the same time, he threw out a strange eyeball in his arms with all his strength.
It began to petrify the surrounding earth before it even hit the ground, and the dim light illuminated the entire space like stars.
——But it’s completely useless.
"Lancelot" completely ignored the petrifying magic eye, jumped high, and dropped a hammer!
The barrier was no stronger than the cardboard box in front of the hammer, and it shattered the moment it made contact. And little Fernando's instantly petrified body was also shattered like tofu by the hammer!
The sixth-level upper-level phantom demon holding a divine weapon and the fifth-level human... there is at least a difference of two levels of suppression power between them.
The result was that little Fernando couldn't even withstand a single move, and was smashed into powder from head to toe!
The strong murderous intent allowed "Lancelot" to control his body to a higher level.
"Don't you regret it?"
Lancelot mocked himself sarcastically: "You used your precious control to save your enemy—she should be your enemy, right?"
Naturally, Aiwass was speechless.
He kept suppressing Aiwass's will - just like in a scuffle by the lake, he kept pressing the face of the struggling person under the water to choke and suffocate him.
There was no way a mortal soul could compete with an apostle who was clearly hostile to him—even murderous.
In this violent conflict, it will only be gradually torn apart.
However, Aiwass's will still did not give up.
Lancelot sneered, “What are you waiting for?
"I'm here to kill you, Aiwass. I won't let you go until I've completely ripped your soul apart—and you actually dare to come into this body and try to interfere with me?
"I don't know where you got the courage—look carefully! Do you think you caught me?
"You're wrong. I caught you! I'm the stronger one!"
At this moment, the Flame-Rebellious Butterfly finally arrived and flew over with golden-red flames.
It was a golden-red flame halo condensed by life force—surging heat roared out.
...Xihuo?
"Lancelot" certainly knew this skill.
Burning life in exchange for a purer fire of devotion, thereby increasing the penetration of all fire abilities, and causing damage to enemies that would otherwise be immune.
——If "Lancelot" is too active, he will continue to suppress Aiwas's soul.
As long as he is unable to distract himself from suppressing Aiwass, it will be fine!
"I'm sorry, Father. Although you promised not to let me use it, the circumstances are special this time..."
The dark red pupils of the Flame-Defying Butterfly Leah gradually ignited and turned into flowing liquid gold: "I just want to try...
“…How far can I go?”
As she spoke, the scorching flame halo suddenly spread, enveloping "Lancelot" in it.
It was like an invisible crimson barrier, and everything contained within it began to burn—even "Lancelot" was no exception.
This is the power of "Xihuo"!
By this time, "Lancelot" had already guessed what she was going to do.
But just as he was about to leave, his body stopped again.
[Of course…]
Aiwass's tiny voice sounded in his ears, calm and firm.
[——Of course, I caught you.]
The other side.
In the midst of that terrifying thunderstorm with endless roars of lightning, the Great Guardian was charging towards the gargoyle.
But it wasn't a charge toward death.
That is charging towards hope——
——He directly broke through the dark cloud!
The small boat Isabel was on was floating in the air, wrapped in a ball of silver light, following closely behind.
Shafiya noticed what the Great Guardian was doing in the distance.
Without thinking, she removed the invisibility spell and cast a spell with all her strength to make the ship fly!
The bow of the ship rose slightly, like a silver comet, drawing an arc and falling towards the sea where the Eternal Theocracy was located.
However, the gargoyle had no time to care about them.
They poured barrages of fire at the Great Guardian, but gradually died down in the dense thunderstorm.
The white griffin flying diagonally downwards and the ship flying upwards from below met in the air and noticed each other's presence.
Shafiya, holding the staff, looked up and met the eyes of the Great Guardian who was looking down at the ship with a look of surprise on his face.
Isabel, who was holding the mast, also had a bright look, and was confident and full of hope.
As Stranger watched this scene, his brain seemed to stop.
No……
It's either an illusion or stagnation.
A rough and hoarse voice sounded in the ears of all the survivors:
"Princess Isabel has arrived at the designated location. The necessary tasks have been completed, and the ceremony has been concluded ahead of schedule."
At this moment, a hint of dawn appeared in the east of the sea, in the direction of Avalon.
——The night is over and the sun is rising.
Update complete! 8,500 words!
It's not over yet. There's still some plot left on Lao Lan's side. I'll write about it together with the finalization tomorrow~
(End of this chapter)
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