piratefiction Chapter 175 1 vs 3
Chapter 175 1 vs 3
Chapter 175 One Against Three
Jason, wielding the "Crimson Moon Crown," unleashed unimaginable speed and regenerative abilities, defeating and severely injuring Marich in a very short time, even under the pressure of the purification bullets fired by Klein.
After severely injuring Marich, he did not continue the pursuit, but instead charged toward Sirion at an incredible speed.
He finally realized something was wrong. Steve, as a "vengeful spirit," shouldn't have been stuck in this stalemate for so long. Even if the "vengeful spirit possession" failed, he should have shown himself instead of remaining completely silent like this.
A biting, cold wind howled, carrying snowflakes through Cyrien's body before suddenly exploding, creating waves of air.
Jason, the "living one," broke through the frost-covered air currents and extended his index finger toward Cyril, who was suspended in mid-air.
Wisps of black smoke, filled with the aura of death, formed an illusory skull that appeared out of thin air and shot toward Sirion, exploding the instant it pierced his body.
boom!
Amidst the muffled sound, several wisps of black energy rose and fell repeatedly in the surging air currents, while Cyrien remained steadily suspended in mid-air throughout.
It seems to exist between non-existence and non-existence, visible yet untouchable.
The surging air currents subsided slightly, and Sirion looked down at Jason, who was still trying to attack him. The image of the "vengeful spirit" Steve suddenly magnified in his eyes until their eyes overlapped.
He suddenly stretched out his left hand, and the ground beneath Jason's feet abruptly turned black, becoming a muddy abyss.
Blurry yet transparent figures emerged from the mud; some were incomplete, some were covered in blood, and some had charred skin.
Some were pale and cold.
Some of the summoned vengeful spirits grabbed Jason's ankles, some pressed down on his head, and some bit his shoulders, numbing and stiffening his body, making it difficult for him to move, and dragging him into the muddy abyss.
In the blink of an eye, half of Jason's body was dragged into the muddy abyss.
As Cyril used the power of "The Wraith," the image of "The Wraith" Steve appeared and disappeared in his eyes, becoming extremely unstable.
After reaching a certain limit, Steve finally broke free of the "cage" and half of his body peeked out from his eye sockets.
Steve looked at Jason, who was stuck in the muddy abyss, his lips moving repeatedly, emitting hoarse, low sounds filled with fear:
"Help me...help..."
Before he could finish his plea for help, he suddenly froze. His transparent, illusory body was covered from the inside out with a layer of colorful starlight, and then he uncontrollably retreated, returning to Cyril's eyes and once again trapped in the cage.
Cyril chuckled softly, head bowed, "Since we're already here..."
As he murmured, frost gathered on the ground beneath his feet, and a cold, transparent layer of ice rapidly spread outwards, freezing all the undead, shadows, and extraordinary beings that tried to approach him.
"snort!"
Jason, whose body was mired in the muddy abyss, let out a muffled snort through his nose, accompanied by wisps of black air surging and instantly shattering the ice crystals covering him.
The vengeful spirits that lingered around him and clung to him evaporated silently before they could even scream.
Cyril stared at him expressionlessly, the image of the "vengeful spirit" Steve magnified in his eyes again until their eyes overlapped.
A silent, piercing shriek came from his half-open mouth.
Jason, who had just broken free of the ice crystals and hadn't yet pulled his half-buried body out of the ground, paused. His bloodshot eyes bulged out like dead fish eyes, as if they were about to explode at any moment.
Dark red blood slowly dripped from both ears and nostrils.
After Cyril used "Wraith's Scream," "Wraith" Steve broke free of the "cage" once again, and his pale, transparent, almost disappearing figure appeared out of thin air in front of him.
The moment their eyes met, "The Wraith" Steve flashed through the mirror at the fastest speed he had ever done.
Not far away, Jason, whose half-body was frozen to the ground, saw the figure of Steve in a black tuxedo in his eyes.
But the next second he broke free of the possessed state, and at the same time, a crimson "moon" appeared in his hand.
The "Crimson Moon Crown" grants the wearer unimaginable regenerative abilities, which is exactly what he urgently needs right now. As for Jason, who also needs to recover, he is not in his consideration.
After obtaining the "Crimson Moon Crown," Steve's pale, translucent body finally solidified somewhat.
He turned to look at Cyril, who was suspended in mid-air, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by madness and bloodlust.
"Now, let's move on to the second round."
As he whispered, the darkness and shadows beneath his feet writhed, coalescing into an illusory yet solid black lock that swept toward Cyrien from all directions.
Floating in mid-air, Sirion did not dodge, letting the black locks pierce through his body, yet they could never truly touch him.
He looked down at the now arrogant "vengeful spirit" and snapped his fingers.
Steve's body suddenly froze, and colorful starlight, sometimes in fragments, sometimes in smooth flow, kept gushing out from within him, like a spilled bucket of paint.
Having lost Steve's control, the dark locks that had been binding Cyrien vanished rapidly, and his body quietly solidified.
Snapped!Snapped!
Cyril clapped his hands rhythmically, and sheets of drawing paper flew out of him and unfolded in mid-air.
Each painting exudes a rich spiritual light and is a magical item with extraordinary effects.
Each sheet of paper depicts a different subject, some composed of pure light, like giants supporting the heavens and the earth.
Some are giant snakes with pure white feathers growing from the gaps between their scales, pale flames burning in their eye sockets, and a pair of exaggerated and thick wings spread out behind them.
There were also enormous silver-white serpents, grey-white dragons, fire giants charging with longswords in hand, and blurry figures surrounded by storms and lightning.
They are so lifelike, as if they were alive.
No, to be precise, they are alive, just not real life.
For a painter, his own blood, flesh, and spirit are the best materials. Therefore, the paintings created by Cyril using his own blood as material have all sorts of incredible qualities, and each image in them becomes a living, breathing creature in the painting.
Cyril rubbed his fingers together, and the scroll depicting the feathered serpent suddenly burst into flames.
Without a sound, the crimson flames turned pale, like the flames in the eye sockets of a feathered serpent.
In the painting, the feathered serpent with a pair of exaggerated, heavy wings twists its body and sticks half of its head out of the paper.
At this moment, it awakens in the flames and steps out of the painting!
Call ~
A chilling wind, like a panting breath, swept past, instantly freezing everyone present in place. It was as if they were facing a supreme ruler, their very souls trembling uncontrollably.
Especially the two "wronged souls" and the "living ones," the oppressive feeling brought by the "feathered serpent" made their souls tremble, causing them to uncontrollably prostrate on the ground, their teeth chattering and their hands and feet shaking.
Under immense fear and oppression, the dazzling starlight emanating from Steve stopped, and the transparent body of the "vengeful spirit" became extremely thin again, as if it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.
Snapped!
Cyril snapped his fingers, and several scrolls flew to the front of "The Wraith" Steve, "The Living" Jason, and "The Werewolf" Tyrell.
Two seconds later, as the scroll burned to ashes, the fear emanating from the "Feathered Serpent," originating from the depths of its soul and from its life instinct, quietly vanished.
Having just recovered from his fear and before he could fully regain his senses, Steve saw a new painting appear before him.
In the painting, a huge, silvery-white serpent with bright red, cold eyes stares at itself outside the painting as if it were alive.
boom!boom!
Steve reached out and pressed his hand against his chest. Since experiencing the "living" stage, this was the first time he realized that his heartbeat could be so fast, close to, or even exceed that of a normal human.
Under the gaze of the giant silver serpent in the painting, he seemed to feel the malice of being rejected by fate and rejected by the world, and he stood frozen in place.
On the other side, Jason, the "living one," heard a series of thunderous booms in his ears after seeing the painting in front of him. His body felt as if it had been struck by a series of lightning bolts, leaving him numb and unable to move.
The only part of his body that could move was his eyes, which darted around in their sockets, trying to pull his gaze away from the blurry figure surrounded by storm and lightning on the painting.
In the instant his gaze shifted, he noticed the words at the bottom of the scroll that had been deliberately half-scratched out.
Le...ao....
Just as his thoughts began to wander, he saw the dark clouds around the blurry figure in the painting, surrounded by storm and lightning, disperse slightly, and the eyes that were brewing lightning looked at him.
In that instant, an immense sense of panic swept over everyone indiscriminately.
Whether it's the "vengeful spirits," "astrologers," or "diviners" with keen spiritual intuition, or the "werewolfs" or "living corpses" with average spiritual intuition, they all seem to see the shadow of death.