nagpurpolice Chapter 549 Backstab
Chapter 549 Backstab
Chapter 549 Backstab
Extreme light and heat enveloped the world.
A second sun rose from the sea deep within the mist, a gigantic golden sphere hovering in mid-air, burning and emitting dazzling light. This light was incredibly intense, carrying destructive heat and terrifying purifying power, shooting out in all directions.
Holy, brutal, pure, terrifying!
"Swoosh! Swoosh!"
The miniature sun radiated deadly heat, instantly vaporizing the seawater below before it even had a chance to boil, sending it billowing up as scorching steam. The wreckage of the Intis warships turned to ashes in an instant, and the heavy cannons melted into scorching, bright liquid within seconds, evaporating before they could even touch the surface.
The sea level dropped rapidly, creating a surprisingly large depression. The surrounding seawater continuously replenished it, but was constantly being consumed, gradually forming a rapidly flowing whirlpool around its perimeter.
The surviving sailors of the Mist Fleet suffered a devastating blow. They were simply unable to survive in such harsh conditions; some were dried out by the intense heat, others were burned to dust by the extreme sunlight, and still others were completely purified into nothingness...
In the depression in the sea, only two relatively intact ships remained.
One of them was the modified steamship where Jean-Pierre was. He enveloped the ship in light, protecting it from the miniature sun's attack. At that moment, he held aloft his short, black staff, the point of light at its center faintly echoing the miniature sun in the sky.
"Sizzle..."
The other surviving ship was the Black Throne, scorched by the light and constantly emitting smoke. Its true form was a Sequence 2 angel, and although it wouldn't be easily destroyed by damage of the same rank, it was still in dire straits.
"Splash..."
The chains clashed, making a sound.
The woman in the long black dress slumped onto the deck, a few strands of hair clinging to her delicate face with sweat under the blazing sunlight. Gazing at the majestic figure opposite her, bathed in light and radiating an aura of justice, a flicker of disdain crossed her eyes.
He was just a Sequence 3 Beyonder who used a Sequence 2 seal. If it weren't for the restrictions of those chains, how could I possibly lose?
"The remnants of Roselle!"
Archbishop Pierre's voice boomed, pointing his short staff at her as if delivering a final judgment: "In the name of justice, I will punish you!"
"Buzz—"
A deep golden hue condensed on the surface of the miniature sun, accumulating terrifying energy. At the same time, the woman in the black dress, after being pointed at by the short staff, further weakened, as some unseen rule influenced her spirituality.
"Oh..."
The woman gave a haughty laugh, looked down at the chains binding her with disgust, and then slowly rose from the deck. The chains were tightly bound to her, and even such a simple movement seemed to impose a great burden on her.
She fearlessly faced the golden light.
Meanwhile, on the opposite ship.
"Bishop Pierre!"
Seeing the former's violent actions, Major General François, hiding in the shadows of the steamship, immediately shouted, "Calm down! Don't forget, our mission is to capture the Black Throne and bring it back to Intis intact!"
Those big shots want this ship, not to destroy it like this!
Pierre, however, completely ignored François's shouts, and the priests surrounding the bishop continued their prayers. Their fervor had infected them; they now had only one thought: to utterly destroy evil.
"Damn it..."
François looked distressed.
The Archbishop's hatred for Rosell and his adherence to principles of justice have distorted his actions; it seems he's going to unleash the full power of the Sealed Artifact 0-15, showing absolutely no mercy! The Mist Sea Fleet is already finished; if their main target is also destroyed, who knows what kind of punishment they'll face...
Thinking of this, François suddenly felt a surge of anger.
It's all this guy's fault!
This madman from the Church of the Eternal Sun, a completely incomprehensible paranoiac... I should kill him right now!
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Someone laughed and whispered in his ear.
It was a young and vibrant voice, its tone intensely seductive, easily stirring his emotions. It was a resonance from the depths of his soul; François's eyes glazed over, and the impulses buried deep within his heart ignited like wildfire.
Yeah, what am I waiting for?
I am a hunter. Does a hunter need a reason to attack others?
Besides, this guy has his back to you. If you don't teach him a lesson, you'll be letting him down... Finding his weakness and launching a sneak attack is your specialty, isn't it?
"brush!"
He immediately drew a short sword from his robes, which burst into a pure blue flame the moment it touched the air. Unlike the sacredness of the sun's fire, this flame displayed a destructive power of destruction and slaughter!
Bishop Pierre had reached the crucial moment in gathering his light, and everyone's attention was focused on the golden sphere. His back was exposed undefended to François.
We've found the weakness... Die!
A surge of emotions roared deep within his soul. In an instant, François exhausted a large amount of his spiritual energy and rushed forward, plunging the flaming dagger into Bishop Pierre's back.
"Weakness Exploit" plus "Harvest", plus a Sequence 4 magical item!
"puff!"
The next instant, a sharp, penetrating sensation came from the short sword. François's spirituality transformed into a powerful attack, exploding within Bishop Pierre's body!
Serves you right, haha... wait a minute!
François, who had just been experiencing a surge of malicious pleasure, suddenly snapped back to reality. Pierre's body wasn't bleeding; instead, it was radiating golden light, which instantly cleared his previously muddled thoughts.
What am I doing?!
The priests around him stared at him in astonishment. He seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and realized with bewilderment and horror that he had actually ambushed his companion!
I remember a voice that bewitched me... François's momentum hadn't stopped yet; his eyes darted around, looking in the direction from which the voice had come from.
The next instant, his pupils suddenly contracted.
On the distant sea, a blood-red figure had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. He held a head in his arms (François seemed to vaguely recognize it; it was a minor officer in his fleet). A strange shadow lay on top of that head, its mouth close to the head's ear.
"hehe..."
Sensing François's gaze, the shadowy figure chuckled lightly, a sound that seemed to be full of mockery.
Only then did François truly regain control of his body, and the clergymen's screams had just begun!
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