Chapter 497 - Chapter 497: Chapter 465 White Flower (1/2)
Chapter 497: Chapter 465 White Flower
“Siya Death God”
For decades, Chris had become a very terrifying synonym; almost every Cyart person was well aware of his name, as well as those bizarre and astonishingly terrifying deeds, one after another.
“Do you know about the Siya Death God?”
“Of course, that’s the nightmare of countless people!”
In fact, many unsolved murder cases were attributed by those discussing him in taverns, restaurants, and streets to Chris Fischer.
For a time, any extremely bizarre murder case would be said to be lives taken by that Cyart “Death God,” because that meant the case could no longer be pursued.
So, a lot of strange legends came into being like that.
The reputation of Chris also grew bigger and bigger.
Even many professional assassins from the Cyart, Carnian, and Vallere citizens took the “Siya Death God” as their idol.
Even the Rhea People knew all about his various stories and legends!
The Bone Blade of Chris fiercely stabbed into Flamme’s waist.
Blood crazily gushed out, yet the expression of “Blood Flames King” Flamme showed no change.
“Chris… Death God… You can’t take me away!”
He initially tried to heal himself by transforming life force through Monarch Level spiritual power, but it didn’t work, so he attempted to cauterize the wound with flames only to shockingly find that he couldn’t stop the bleeding.
Is this the power of the “Death God”?
Flamme couldn’t help but ponder and speculate deep inside, why was the power of Bloodline possessed by the Fischer family so complex and varied?
There had to be a reason for this.
Suddenly, Darren, Chris, and Flamme all looked up together!
A tiny crack opened in the sky, not accompanied by thunder and lightning, nor by stormy weather, but by countless pristine white petals falling lightly and densely onto the world like early winter snow.
“It’s bad, huh, heh.” As Darren saw this scene, while claiming it to be bad, he actually squinted without feeling it was unexpected.
That’s right.
It absolutely had to be her.
Each of those white petals contained incredible Magic Power, more and more of them slowly twirling in the air, eventually gently covering the entire battlefield.
The sky, previously filled with gunpowder smoke, was at this moment covered by purity of white, with the faint scent of flowers in the air creating a stark contrast against the surrounding atmosphere of slaughter.
Flamme’s nearly fatal wound, under the gentle touch of the white petals, began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if time was reversing, erasing any sign of injury and pain.
His strength and will surged like never before, as if the God of Salvation itself was granting “Blood Flames King” the power to continue the fight.
Chris frowned upon witnessing this scene.
His power to prevent healing had been broken…
And it was not just that… the falling of those white petals disrupted his perception and judgement, his body and soul seemingly bound by an invisible force, unable to move through the battlefield as effortlessly as before.
“Elf Lian from the Salvation Church, come out now!” Darren roared.
Soon, an ethereal elf walked slowly into view, as if she were the brightest constellation in the sky, descending into this filthy world.
Her long hair poured down like the Milky Way, a flowing gleam of silver, each strand infused with the soft light of moonbeams, gently swaying with her steps, emitting a faint glow.
The eyes of the elf were especially rare treasures of the world, like two deep golden lakes, flickering with the light of wisdom and mystery.
Most striking was the skirt hem surrounded by a circle of continuously burning silver flame, a flame unlike ordinary, devoid of blistering heat but full of gentle, pure light, guarding the elf’s soul.