Chapter 219 - Chapter 219: Chapter 208 Your Name (2/2)

“Whoo!”

Just after the old dog had fully transformed, his wolf nose suddenly caught the scent of a large amount of gunpowder.

He looked towards the distance and then noticed raging flames burning through the jungle. The forest had too much combustible material; once a fire started, it could not be put out for several days and nights.

“What’s going on?”

A sense of surprise welled up within the old dog’s heart.

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“Burn!”

There was a flame in Darren Fischer’s palm.

The source of his power of Bloodline was a common magic beast known as the Blazing Fire Lizard Spirit, which possessed the ability to control flames and robust life force.

Darren not only possessed the Power of Consecution but as well had the power of Bloodline. The combination of these two types of extraordinary powers, along with Destiny’s Trajectory and runes, meant that indeed, no one below the Mid-Level Transmutation could contend with him.

In theory, by combining the magical effects of Destiny’s Trajectory’s “Sufferer” and the might of that priceless, extraordinary treasure, he could even pose a fatal threat to those with low-level Transmutation power.

However, even with the Blazing Fire Lizard Spirit’s damage reduction, Darren was utterly unable to challenge Arthur Meyer back then, as the gap in their strength was simply too great.

“Burn! Hahahahaha, burn! Let it all burn!”

He waved his arms, and a great amount of fire covered the surroundings, setting tree after tree ablaze in an instant.

Ever since he was burned all over, Darren’s life and his destiny had completely changed, and the deepest recesses of his heart became increasingly mad and merciless.

Although he trusted those companions of his, even if any of them were to die, he was not truly able to feel sad.

Over the years, too many people had died. If he felt sad for every death, Darren thought it would be simply too troublesome, so he decided not to feel sad for any!

Flames constantly erupted from his festering palm, again and again spewing forth into the surrounding forest.

The Blazing Fire Lizard Spirit Bloodline was a very ordinary source of power, and the flames it produced were nothing special, but they were already enough for Darren’s purposes.

The spread of the forest fire was like the most intense fire dancer, swiftly moving between the trees, flames howling as they passed, casting firelight in all directions.

The heatwave spread with the wind, enveloping both the dense trees and the dry ground in the destruction, like a merciless natural disaster magic, ruthlessly stripping the surroundings of their beauty and vitality.

“Nice view. Let it all go into chaos, it’s easier to escape that way!”

As for how many creatures would die in the forest fire, or whether his companions might get burned to death because of it, that was not a consideration in Darren’s mind at all.

“Hahahahaha!”

He laughed heartily and continued to flee southwards. After about half a day, he suddenly heard the sound of flying coming from behind him.

“Eh, caught up already?”

Darren smiled and turned his head, only to see a tall Rhea officer with wings like those of a bird on his back, flying towards him at a high speed through the sky.

He flew over the blazing flames and landed in front of Darren, looking immensely displeased.

“No matter, although indeed a few have escaped, killing you will make four, and taking out half is still an acceptable outcome…”

The dense smoke and chaos caused by the forest fire indeed delayed the deputy’s pursuit, preventing him from killing all the fugitives.

Oh, out of his seven comrades, three had died? That was a range he could accept.

Darren gazed at the tall Rhea officer with dense beard on both sides of his face and suddenly started laughing neurotically. Deep inside, he felt not a trace of fear or trepidation but was instead filled with excitement!

He knew that it was impossible to escape merely by relying on his feet, and that the formidable figure before him was an opponent he was not capable of challenging. His current situation was undoubtedly one of hopelessness.

Oh great Lord of the Lost, I might be returning to your embrace!

The deputy gazed at the forest fire, and at the man standing in the dense smoke, and asked with great authority, “What’s your name? Iron Mask Man, I’ve heard of you! You are a group of scoundrels wreaking havoc everywhere, despicable Cyart invaders!”

“My name?”

Darren chuckled heh heh, and then replied:

“A name is just a label. You can call me Darren Fischer, or Iron Mask Man, or whatever else you like… Either way, my actions to date have left a real name for me in your hearts!”