Chapter 49 (1/2)
Translator: La0o9 Editor: La0o9
“Hah… hah… hah…” a Crowmen who wore a black robe was running with everything he had on the piles of bones. He was breathing heavily as he ran but didn’t slow down for even a second, obviously, he was trying to escape from something.
“Why are you here and not patrolling for enemies?” Noah stood among the scattered bones, coldly glaring at this Crowmen.
“Sir Noah, the enemy is too powerful. Both John and the Bizarre Scales have been killed already, we couldn’t hold out, please take Lord Negary and escape!” the Crowmen in question hurriedly answered.
“Has your mind rotted away while drowning in alcohol and women?” Noah looked down at this Crowmen in disappointment: “Another spoiled fruit, hah…”
“Sir Noah, what do you want to do!?” the Crowmen cautiously observed Noah as his hair began to flutter like seaweed in water.
“Ania, you originally obtained the qualifications to become a Crowmen through your persistence and absolute tenacity” Noah’s words caused the Crowmen’s expression to change.
Ania showed a complicated expression on his face, then gritted his teeth and spoke again: “Now isn’t the time to talk about these things, those Royas people are going to arrive here soon. Taking Lord Negary and moving away is more important”
“So I was wrong, your persistence and tenacity still haven’t disappeared. But the thing that you persist on right now is extreme stupidity instead” Noah showed a mocking expression: “What actually gave you the illusion that we needed to run away? You’ve truly grown to be irredeemably crooked and must be removed!”
“I’ll be the one to remove you first! Don’t hinder me if you want to seek death!” hearing Noah’s words, Ania abruptly shouted as his hair moved like living snakes towards Noah.
This brat is Lord Negary’s Righteous so he’s a VIP, but he’s still too young and his strength still hasn’t matured.
If I kill him and take Lord Negary to escape, the next Righteous might be me instead!
Ania had such a thought.
He implanted the [Black Crow] germs into the skin on his head and turned all of his hair into [Black Crow] germs. This hair was extremely sturdy and resilient, if they coiled around an enemy, they would only squeeze tighter and tighter without letting go. At the very end, the hair would tighten all the way and cut through the enemy’s bodies like a thousand knives, granting them a painful and horrible death.
“Go to hell, obstructive brat!” as Ania saw his hair coil around Noah, he shouted excitedly.
“Maxymithe!” a golden flame suddenly erupted and lit the [Black Crow] hair on fire. As the hair was burnt to ash and scattered, Noah slowly walked out from within the fire completely unscathed.
Maxymithe was the Cauchy Goddess of Fire, although the shape she took in the myths and legends was that of a fire-breathing dragon.
After the Soul’s Blood was transplanted into his body, Noah’s connection with the Goddess of Fire’s name became stronger, so as he chanted her name, not only did his flames become stronger, the colour also changed to become golden.
“No… that’s impossible!” the flames quickly followed Ania’s hair back to his body and turned him into a golden human torch. The golden flames caused him searing pain, while Noah’s strength caused him to despair.
“Your ability as a Spirit Shaman couldn’t possibly be that strong!” Ania roared in his unwillingness to accept the truth.
“Do you really think everyone is like you, only striving until they obtain strength and stagnating within it?” Noah coldly stared at the burning man and spoke: “You who have become stagnant don’t even qualify to become a step on my Lord’s stairs. Both you and your [Black Crow] germs can simply be purified by my flames”