Chapter 819
Bathed in Sunlight
Chapter 819 Bathed in Sunlight
In Sirius's gradually darkening vision, it was as if a miniature sun was summoned from nothingness and descended directly into the cabin at an altitude of ten thousand meters!
boom!
A burst of intense, frenzied pure white light suddenly erupted, like an invisible tsunami, sweeping across every corner!
The intense white light was fiery and magnificent, possessing an undeniable power to purify everything, illuminating the entire cabin in every detail and leaving no shadows unseen.
The terrified passengers screamed and covered their eyes in unison.
Their eyes, accustomed to the dim light inside the cabin, were now stung by the unstoppable glare, forcing them to shield their eyes with their arms, thus putting a pause on the screams and chaos.
The assassin, who had been wearing a confident smile while standing on the chair, let out a groan of pain and instinctively closed his eyes.
While his movements became sluggish, some passengers seemed completely unaffected.
When seated, they appeared no different from ordinary passengers. But now, under the bright lights, without even blinking, they immediately sprang into action!
Someone grabbed a huddled group of people with one hand and tossed them one by one into an empty seat;
Some people used their clothes to block the thick smoke coming out of the ventilation duct;
Others simply stepped over the backs of the seats, running across the crowd as if on flat ground, to reach the area on the floor where smoke was seeping out.
Thomas O'Brien stared in shock at the guy running against the flow of people, who knelt down on one knee, pressing one hand to the ground, making a piercing buzzing sound between his palm and the floor.
—What's going on? Does this guy have a drill in his palm?
Thomas O'Brien stared in astonishment, feeling as if he no longer recognized the world.
On the other side of the cabin, a young man in a hoodie, bracing himself on the armrest of his seat with one hand, suddenly sprang up from his seat, his body stretching out in the air, and delivered a precise and powerful flying kick that slammed into the assassin's abdomen!
"Crack!"
With the sound of bones cracking, the assassin holding the crossbow flew out!
Almost at the same moment, two other expressionless middle-aged passengers also moved!
One of them reached out and smoothly intercepted the assassin flying overhead, then forcefully choked him, causing his eyes to bulge and his mouth to gape, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The other man flipped over two rows of seats, using his weight to suppress the assassin's struggle. With a forceful pull, he dislocated both of the man's arms, and the crossbow clattered to the ground.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The assassin only had time to let out a short groan before he completely lost consciousness under the ruthless and efficient combined attack of the three.
The hooded young man leaned back in his chair and looked behind him. Seeing that the man choking him hadn't let go, he warned him:
"Stop killing them, the living are more useful than the dead."
The middle-aged man glanced at him before letting go.
They didn't exchange another word or even glance at each other before quickly returning to their seats.
The hooded youth reached out and pulled the assassin back to his seat, putting his arm around his shoulder like a good brother, and then pulled a syringe from his pocket and injected all the clear liquid inside into the assassin's body.
The assassin, who had been in pain and whose expression remained pained even while unconscious, now relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.
Everything happened within half a minute of the cabin being enveloped in white light.
As the light faded, the piercing screams abruptly ceased, and the uncontrolled shoving stopped abruptly.
The panic and chaos that spread among the passengers like a plague, and was amplified over time, melted away and subsided quickly, like ice and snow exposed to direct sunlight.
—The Sunlight Spell, though its intense light is scorching, is only lethal to dark creatures, while to ordinary people it is as gentle as a summer breeze.
Their minds, which had been gripped by fear, regained their composure and ability to think. With a sense of relief, they looked around blankly and clearly felt the pain brought on by the crowding.
In my field of vision, there seemed to be a lingering afterimage of the sun suddenly descending.
For those passengers who were terrified and on the verge of a mental breakdown, those brief but incredibly profound thirty seconds left an indelible mark on their lives. Some devout believers, disregarding their still-bleeding wounds, knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, repeatedly making the sign of the cross on their chests, murmuring:
“An angel…it must be the Lord’s messenger who has descended…He saw our suffering, and He has come to save us…”
Those who had just stepped over others without hesitation suddenly knelt down as if waking from a dream, repenting.
"Lord, please forgive me... I have sinned... My mind was deceived by the devil..."
The black smoke inside the cabin continued to grow thicker and more choking.
The cabin seemed to instantly return to order from the extreme chaos. The wizards, panting heavily and with their chests heaving, stared blankly at the scene.
Michael was finally able to help his mother pull his bruised and battered father up from the ground, and Mr. and Mrs. Conner, still shaken, hugged each other.
Although Michael saw Wade, he didn't bother to greet him. Instead, he immediately jumped up and stood up, quickly scanning the passengers who were still in their seats.
terror, calm, bewilderment, blankness, shock, ruthlessness...
"Grab him!" Michael pointed sharply at the bald man by the window, his voice unusually loud and even shrill: "He's an accomplice!"
The bald man looked up, his expression a mixture of surprise and confusion, as if he didn't understand why the man would say that.
But Vader didn't pause at all. He flicked his wand, and a red beam shot towards the bald man.
Adebayo reacted swiftly, pulling a nearby passenger to shield himself. The person struck in the chest by the red light immediately lost consciousness.
As the innocent passenger slowly collapsed, Adebayo pressed a disc-shaped object against the window next to him and activated it, the disc faintly emitting a red glow.
Adebayo sneered, "I was originally looking forward to seeing the pathetic state of you wizards struggling to survive, but now, you'd all better die!"
"boom!"
The magic attached to the disc was released, and the solid window, along with the surrounding bulkhead, was shattered into pieces, revealing a huge gap that was more than two people wide!
A violent loss of pressure immediately occurred!
Adebayor, who was closest to the rift, was immediately sucked out by the immense pressure difference, along with the blanket covering him. The gray blanket unfurled in mid-air, transforming into a flying carpet!
Adebayor gripped the flying carpet tightly, flipped over and knelt on it, watching the planes in front of him quickly pull away from him, and all sorts of small objects pouring out of the hole. He couldn't help but laugh triumphantly!
"Ha ha ha ha……"
He stood on the flying carpet, arms outstretched, and roared, "For a pure world! Die, wizards! Vanish, magic!"
“Oh, and Mordisis…”
Adebayor's smile widened, and he made a perfunctory, apologetic gesture from afar, saying:
"Sorry, buddy... thank you for your contribution to the cleanup effort."
"but……"
"Who told you to be a wizard too? Hahaha..."
Before the laughter had even stopped, Adebayor's expression suddenly changed!
Two figures riding brooms flew out of the hole one after the other, heading straight for him!
(End of this chapter)