143 Alarm (2/2)

Soon, the black smoke dissipated, revealing the blood and mutilated limbs scattered on the ground. The burly old man stood in the blood. His palms reached out from his heavy rain cloak, grasping the head of a survivor.

The lucky survivor stared at him in great horror. He tried to scream but could make no sound. Then the old man clasped his fingers and the skull exploded! Boom!

”What a waste,” Blue Teeth said as he glanced at the old man. ”Does the Chainsaw Fraternity not know to treasure these materials?”

The old man remained silent and just glanced at him.

”Hurry up! Let’s get out of here. The trap could be triggered at any time!” Claude urged, gazing in the Professor's direction. ”Kill him while he’s still unprepared. He has begun his treatment, and a great deal of aether is gathering in the prayer room!” His complexion suddenly changed before he finished his words. ”Be careful!”

A shrill scream burst out. The alarm had been triggered! Under the Starry Eyes, the entire hall quivered. The glowing red light began moving, trembling, and then it exploded!

A piercing ray of aether light burst through the entire hall—dozens of traps were being triggered at the same time! In an instant, an invisible force attacked the mind.

The little doll at Claude's waist shattered. Blood drained from his face and oozed out from his nostrils, dripping onto the ground. He had taken all the psychological pain for the others!

”F*ck, I told you to be careful!” Claude looked at his precious secret treasure and exploded in rage. ”Which b*stard triggered the trap?”

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Bai Xi stood on the rooftop outside the church. As the shrill alarm rang, she lowered the crossbow in her hand and whistled proudly.

”Sneaking in is too boring, so let me help you make it more interesting,” Ye Qingxuan thought.

Seeing the chaotic aether in the church, he gloated. How could he enjoy being the mastermind if he did not take the initiative to make a mess? He must admit that it felt really d*mn good.

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In the hall, a piercing melody suddenly sounded in the air. The fiery and manic music echoed between the pillars, creating tidal waves in the still aether. Notes flashed on the walls, stone carvings, and columns. It was the grand movement that described the image of Hell!

A gust of crazed wind blew violently for no reason. The burning air was like a blade, sweeping through the wind. Seemingly out of nowhere, a strong wind blew ferociously like a blade with a burning breath. It was just an instant sweep, and the hair curled up.

”Foehn wind!” Claude cried. He stared blankly at the trap, a chill running down his spine. ”This is...Fire Cellar!”

The next moment, a crack appeared in in the air. A drop of red light fell down like water. What followed was an incredible red tide. It was molten iron and lava. The red tide swept through like a tsunami, easily turning all ornaments in the hall to ash.

Blurry figures rose in the flames. Lava oozed from their bodies. As the flames rolled, the fire demons slowly gathered from all directions.

”We’ve been discovered!” Claude shouted. ”Don’t hold back and attack! Break through or you’ll die!”

As the firelight wavered, Blue Teeth’s expression changed, pain flashing past his eyes. Facing the incoming flames, he opened his mouth wide. Behind his sharp teeth, his two tongues began chanting crazily.

The most strident and eccentric melody came from his mouth. The strange tune directed the aether, suddenly creating a suction force. The rolling flames were pulled by that horrible suction, flooding into his mouth. The dark mouth devoured the flames wildly as if it was bottomless.

Even standing beside him, the heat practically ignited the old man's hair. The heavy rain cloak was burned to ashes instantly.

In the formless flames, the giant demons made of molten lava and iron burst out in shrill roars and darted toward Blue Teeth. They were demons born from the flames. The aether had endowed them with this strange life. The minstrels of Canaan named them ”ifrits.” Only heroes and demons could control and overcome their power!

Amidst the thundering, the old man stepped forward. The scriptures on his face shone brightly. His heavy rain coat was ripped from the inside.

A sabre that shone like black obsidian was raised. As he waved his arms, the blade, which had no sharp edge, sliced the air, sweeping toward the front.

The ifrits in front were instantly chopped in half. The formless spirit was about to group together again, but a terrible quake ripped them apart completely.

After a scream, the ifrits were defeated. They melted into a hot metal liquid and dripped onto the ground, sizzling.

”The Sighing Sword that can cut through aether?” Claude muttered. ”As expected of the Chainsaw Fraternity.”