Chapter 45: A Swift Battle

Chapter 45: A Swift Battle

The instant Klein leaped out from within the flames, the golden glove on his left hand gleaming faintly, two points of light in his eyes swelled from small to large, from dim to bright, like lightning suddenly tearing across the sky.

After using a Paper Figurine Substitute to draw the attention of Steel Maviti’s group, he had already activated Creeping Hunger and switched to the soul of the Interrogator, preparing to use the Beyonder ability Mental Pierce.

“Ah!”

Steel Maviti suddenly released a miserable scream, as if someone had thrust a small knife into his head and was stirring his grayish-white brain. Pain erupted from the depths of his soul and, in an instant, occupied all his thoughts.

At the same time, his extraordinary power instinctively burst outward, turning into a hurricane that swept in every direction.

Dreamlike snowflakes immediately drifted through the air. On the ground, transparent crystalline layers of ice spread constantly outward. The trees lining both sides of the road were suddenly hung with white ridges of frost, then rapidly withered, revealing clear signs of decay.

Wandering resentful spirits were awakened one after another. They sobbed, whimpered, and screamed, staining the nearby area with a gray-white, oppressive color.

Klein naturally descended from midair. The glove on his left hand erupted with radiance as brilliant as direct sunlight.

He spread his arms, leaning backward as though embracing something.

The moment his heels touched the ground, which carried a bone-chilling cold, a pure, blazing, massive pillar of light descended from above.

That sacred radiance enveloped Steel Maviti, illuminating his dark skin, solid muscles, and curls that resembled individual steel balls.

Priest of Light—Holy Light!

Silently, Maviti’s expression grew increasingly distorted. Clear signs of melting appeared across the surface of his skin.

At that moment, he looked like a candle thrown into a burning fireplace.

Compared to Bishop Miller, who had only lost control after being corrupted, Maviti, as a Living Corpse, was even more restrained by this kind of attack, and the damage he suffered was far more severe.

The falling snowflakes stopped. The ice layer on the ground swiftly dissolved. The trees hung with white ridges revealed their original brown color once more.

The imposing pillar of light undoubtedly drew the attention of Bloodthorn Huntley and Scour. The former’s expression changed drastically. His hand reached toward a hidden pocket, about to take out casting materials and use his advantage of height to rescue Steel Maviti.

At that very moment, a crow made purely of flame suddenly leaped into his vision.

One, two, three… countless fire ravens, like scarlet stars, filled Huntley’s entire field of view. They flew toward him from every direction, flapping their wings, densely packed, scorching hot.

Huntley’s heart trembled. His gaze nearly froze. His palm immediately changed direction and grabbed a different kind of material.

Whoosh!

He scattered a small cluster of fine, pale-blue powder above himself, while chanting a word in ancient Hermes in a low voice:

“Waves!”

The powder instantly expanded, turning into deep-blue waves that swept outward in all directions.

They met the fire ravens and produced sizzling sounds, creating large amounts of white mist.

The previously exploded wave of fire had already calmed somewhat. Through the lingering crimson, Scour saw Steel Maviti, whose skin was melting like wax and whose flesh was dissolving inch by inch. He saw the unfamiliar man in the black cloak standing sideways before him.

He did not panic. Like a cold-blooded venomous snake that had lost the very emotion of panic, he calmly raised his arms and suddenly pressed both palms downward.

In an instant, he saw the thin-faced, cold young man’s body grow heavy. His movements slowed, as though the wings that allowed him to fly had been broken. Meanwhile, Steel Maviti…