Chapter 19 - Chapter 19: Chapter 18: The New Marvels (1/2)

Chapter 19: Chapter 18: The New Marvels

The Gladiator at the 1st Rank of the Path of Conquest had no magic resistance.

Lucius’s arm suffered instant necrosis, followed by a direct rupture, and even the seasoned mercenary could not help but cry out in agony, his head drenched in sweat, unable to focus and throw the alchemical explosive.

“Warrior of the Cyart! You shall meet your death right here!”

The middle-aged Priest roared as he swung the blue axe, his entire body suddenly accelerating and rapidly rushing in front of Lucius, so fast that he appeared to leave behind afterimages.

That blue axe was a mysterious rare artifact that could “accelerate”!

His eyes fierce, he raised the axe intending to sever Lucius’s head!

“Protect!”

Purple light flashed in Lucius’s eyes as he let out a shout, lifting his hand that held the blade and subconsciously conjuring the mystical force contained within the runes.

He knew the runes could not be activated consecutively and that their duration was brief; he needed to seize the optimal moment.

As the blue axe came down, what should have been a fatal blow was instead blocked by an invisible repulsive force, leaving the middle-aged Priest astonished, then deciding to strike again with his axe, believing that continued hacking would eventually kill his opponent.

Karl was watching the scene unfold from the sky, and just as he decided to directly order Irene to “sacrifice her life,” the situation suddenly changed.

“Great Lord of the Lost, please grant me your protection.”

With calm composure, she raised the alchemical flintlock in her hand and aimed from the open window above, the next moment focusing intently as she fired off a specially-enhanced bullet.

It went wide!

Karl knew the moment the bullet left the gun that it was off course; Irene had not practiced shooting much, and even the precision-enhanced alchemical flintlock was still not accurate enough.

However, a flash of black light suddenly surged from the depths of her soul!

Karl could feel that was his own power, and in the next instant, the bullet that should have missed drastically shifted its course, striking the middle-aged Priest’s shoulder with uncanny accuracy.

What’s going on?

This was completely unexpected for Karl; it wasn’t a distortion in space, but it felt as though the very threads of the world had shifted!

“Damn it!”

The special alchemical bullet penetrated the shoulder, blood immediately spurting out, and the Priest’s offensive was abruptly halted.

He attempted to raise his axe once more but suddenly felt the extraordinary power within him being eroded by a mysterious black light.

What was happening?

Impossible! He had never heard of such a thing!

What exactly was that black light?

The Priest’s face showed disbelief, realizing the Fischer family was stronger than he had anticipated, even vaguely sensing that they harbored some even more terrifying power.

Karl could feel a trickle of spirituality flowing into his own body, the black light that had clung to the bullet felt like an extension of himself, like an evil disease devouring the Priest’s inner spirituality.

So that was it, anyone harmed or killed by Irene through some method would have their spirituality seized by him.

Karl immediately realized that Irene had a closer connection to him than other members of the Fischer family, almost like she was a half of his own self.

Indeed, it must be because the God Pantheon stairway she had taken was the Path of Divine Sacrifice, and her status as a God Worshiping attendant made her increasingly close to him.

Irene reloaded the bullet in her alchemical flintlock as Lucius, in front of the Priest, suddenly let out a fierce yell!

“Ha!”

Lucius swung his blade with a ruthless and cold gaze, chopping towards the middle-aged Priest, who instantly raised the blue axe to try and block.

In the next moment, an astonishing sight occurred!

The blue axe was effortlessly sliced through by the blade, and along with it, the Priest behind it was also struck, with steaming red blood pouring continuously from his chest.

“How is this possible?” He was unable to comprehend, stumbling backward trying to cover the wound, but unable to stop the relentless flow of blood.

Next to Irene, Byrne was kneeled on one knee, holding a drawing and gasping for breath, having expended a considerable amount of Spiritual Power to complete the “Speed Sketching,” reducing the durability of the blue axe by depicting it, rendering its toughness no different than that of an ordinary axe once its durability was reduced by the “Speed Sketching” ability.

“Just kill me,” the middle-aged Priest suddenly took in a deep breath, losing all will to fight, no longer wishing to continue the battle.

The battle had reached its conclusion, and there was no doubt that he had lost.