Chapter 592
Bloodstained Purgatory!
Chapter 592 Bloodstained Purgatory!
A cold wind blew against Luo Yan's clothes, and dark flames coiled around his body, distorting his features and lines.
This is the second benefit of Black Flame—
Because of the distorted light, he could even skip the step of putting on a mask.
At this moment, he is ruling the entire battlefield as the "Divine Child" Flame King!
Time rewound to the moment when "Deathstroke" Cassius had just died in battle, and the bronze pocket watch shattered on the ground.
The blood-red sky remained low, shrouding the entire city in a suffocatingly terrifying filter.
Luo Yan, who was suspended in the air, did not return to the cockpit of the airship, but continued to gaze quietly in the direction of the royal palace.
Through the surging blood-red mist, he could clearly see the figure standing beneath the palace gates, as well as the cannons and corpses overturned in the square.
Faced with the all-out attack of "Radiant Knight" Hagmer, the National Assembly's rebel army couldn't even last a second before being slaughtered.
However, on the other hand...
It's hard to say whether he's still the same "Radiant Knight" he once was; at least right now, Luo Yan can't smell a trace of sunshine on him.
The pure silver armor had completely lost its luster, replaced by a deathly gray, like bones that had slumbered for a thousand years in a tomb. The surface of the armor was covered with fine cracks, each crack flowing with a dark red, magma-like liquid.
What's most chilling is the cloak behind him.
The cloak embroidered with a platinum lion had disappeared, replaced by countless entangled, wronged souls.
They howled, cursed, tore at each other, gathered and scattered... and finally coalesced into a tuft of blood-red "lion's mane" that moved without wind.
And in the flowing blood-red lion mane, Luo Yan vaguely saw two faces he had seen in military intelligence briefings before.
One of the images clearly belongs to King Theodon Devalo of Lane, whose aged face still bears the frozen fear and remorse of his final moments, his mouth agape as if in silent agony.
The other image belongs to Alarand, the lieutenant of the Lionheart Knights. His expression is also distorted with pain, but there is also a hint of relief as he stares blankly into the void.
In addition, thousands of commoners, servants, and knights who died in the palace were also sewn onto the "lion's mane".
The resentment and souls of these people did not dissipate after their deaths, but instead became part of Hagmer's power, merging into the purgatory known as Roland City.
"This is truly... no ordinary monster."
Luo Yan whispered.
This guy's power has exceeded the scope of ordinary superhumans; the word "demigod" is no longer sufficient to describe his strength.
Even the "Chosen Ones of Gellow" in the towering Ten Thousand Ren Mountains is nothing more than a rat in front of this guy.
In particular, Luo Yan sensed a familiar aura emanating from him, an aura that reminded him of the monsters on Planet Kao.
That was the only place that even the Demon King didn't know how to deal with; it could only be left for newbies in the Great Tomb to grind for experience.
"Demon King, be careful of that guy, there's something strange about him!" Youyou said nervously, floating beside Luo Yan.
Luo Yan tilted his head slightly and asked in his mind.
'Can you tell what its ingredients are?'
Youyou answered immediately.
"He has both arrogance and a bloodthirsty aura... uh, it seems there's something else about him too?"
'Holy water?'
"That's right! It should be!"
Chosen by both the Crown of Pride and the Flame of Destruction, this guy actually has two chaotic marks appearing on his body at the same time.
That's not all—
And there's also the shit from Xuebangla.
As Luo Yan fell into deep thought, a solemn expression appeared on his face.
How to do?
Should we temporarily avoid confrontation?
According to past practice, the Holy City should send angels after discovering the situation here. But if the Holy City doesn't do so, or can't afford the cost of sending angels again, the entire city will likely perish…
Seemingly realizing that the sky near the clouds was outside the territory of Roland City, Hagmer gradually withdrew his gaze from him.
The next second, his figure vanished into thin air.
Luo Yan's pupils contracted slightly; he hadn't been able to keep up with his speed, but he still subconsciously looked in the direction of the Royal Prison.
In the plaza outside the Royal Prison, amidst the ruins, victorious players are excitedly taking screenshots to commemorate their epic victory.
Although many people died many times, this did not diminish their abundant harvest and the joy of celebrating the bountiful harvest.
After all, the event characters are given away for free, while the accumulated contribution points, ghost coins, event points, and title rewards can be taken away from the dungeon.
Activity points can be used for a lucky draw, with the grand prize being a complete set of equipment engraved and signed by Miss Mia Padridge.
As for whether the words were carved by a goblin or Miss Nana, that remains unknown; Miss Padridge herself certainly didn't know.
At that moment, a scream suddenly came from the sea of skeletons.
"Hahaha! I won! Guys! I won!"
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately surrounded them.
"Holy crap?"
What did you get?
The skeleton made a satisfying crunch.
"Thank you for your patronage! Signed by the Demon King himself!"
The players immediately scattered, some rolling their eyes, others giving the middle finger.
"Grass!"
"You're wasting my time!"
"It's fine if the Demon King signs it himself, but would the Demon King have time to thank you for your patronage? Do you believe the nonsense of the dog planner or do you believe I am the Demon King?"
[Dragon Travels the World], who has finally been resurrected once again, is struggling to crawl out of the resurrection point near the sewers.
This time, he was controlling a ghoul, dressed in the uniform of a royal guard, with a Roxay rifle he had picked up from the battlefield on his back.
Looking at the commotion in the square, he was somewhat bewildered, and a sense of foreboding gradually crept into his heart.
Where is the BOSS?
Looking at his boss who had been resurrected, Long Xingbaili walked over with a smile.
"It's over, bro! We've all received our rewards. If you didn't see them, you're probably just waiting to die. Remember to check the official website and your email after you log off."
Upon hearing this, Long Xingwanli couldn't help but curse.
"Damn, I got ganked by NPCs again?"
Baili glanced at his boss in surprise.
"Huh? How did you know?"
Upon hearing this, Long Xing Wanli didn't know where to begin his吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments).
However, considering that the game had been like this since the first day it launched, he swallowed back the complaints that were about to come out.
Just as Baili was smiling and hooking his arm around the boss's shoulder, preparing to make a few jokes to comfort him, an extremely fast sword light suddenly swept past without warning.
The expressions on the two players' faces froze instantly.
Especially Brother Wanli, a thin line of blood stretched from his left shoulder to his right waist, and then slowly shifted.
"puff--"
Blood gushed out!
That was the little blood left on the corpse!
Having just been resurrected less than two minutes ago, Long Xing Wanli didn't even get a clear look at the BOSS before he was cut in two.
"Holy crap! This is ridiculous!" The ghoul, cut in two, could still speak. He cursed at the sky before disconnecting.
The last thing to appear on my retina was a "system notification" message.
[Hidden achievement achieved: Misfortunes never come singly (Being killed by two world-class bosses within ten minutes).]
Considering this remarkable achievement, he didn't say anything.
It wasn't just Brother Wanli who was killed by a single sword strike.
After severing Long Xing Wanli's life force, the crimson sword shadow continued its momentum, like a giant scythe of death, instantly wiping out all players and rebel soldiers within the fan-shaped area.
Hundreds of eerie green soul flames shot up simultaneously, mixed with boiling blood, creating a scene that was both spectacular and tragic!
The surviving players were startled by this sudden attack and quickly grabbed their weapons to prepare for battle.
"Holy crap?! What kind of damage is that?"
"Is it open yet!?"
"That damned planner, he's pulled another plot-driven kill!"
At least with that boss, they could at least make a token movement, barely touching the target. But this guy, he starts instantly killing everyone the moment he enters the fray, leaving no chance even for a proper outline!
Fear and chaos spread across the battlefield.
The players' reactions were relatively calm, but the rebels who had just planted their flags on the prison all changed their expressions.
Luo Yan knew he couldn't wait any longer.
Although as the Demon King he has no obligation to care about the lives of the Ryan people, if this guy is allowed to refine the entire population of Roland City, his power will undoubtedly expand to an extremely exaggerated level.
Before the fire reaches the Empire, Thunder City, which is closer to here, will obviously be engulfed by the flames of destruction first.
The same applies to large cemeteries.
'We have no choice but to go for it.'
"Go! Demon King! You are the one chosen by Linte Isaac!" Youyou excitedly waved her abstract little fist, looking like she was eager to stir up trouble.
Luo Yan didn't like this way of speaking, so he corrected it.
He didn't choose me, and I never thought of inheriting anything from him; it's just that I happen to be in a similar ecological niche as him now.
Thunder City has too many of Councilor Luo Yan's things.
Whether it's the Clock Tower, Colin Manor, or those precious memories that are hard to value in money...
Luo Yan turned around and saw Vivian hanging on the glass, only managing to stay in place because Sherry was blocking her from behind.
The little guy was clearly unaware of the terrible thing happening below; his eyes were gleaming with excitement, as if he was excited about something inexplicable.
"Do not act rashly."
Luo Yan calmly uttered a sentence, his voice unusually carrying the majesty of a demon king.
Hearing the voice coming through the glass window, Vivian's shoulders trembled slightly, and she obediently slid down from the glass.
She sensed that her brother wasn't joking this time, but was seriously warning her. Even though she wanted to defend herself, saying she hadn't actually intended to cause trouble, but just wanted to take advantage of the chaos to get a princess carry as a victory...
But at present, it seems too early to celebrate the victory.
Luo Yan didn't explain further, then glanced at Shenette, who was standing behind Vivian, ready to fight, and left with his final words.
"Keep an eye on Vivian for me."
Upon hearing the order, Chenette almost instinctively straightened her chest and raised her head, giving a standard Demon King's salute, and answered loudly.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Vivian stared wide-eyed at her crimson servant, who usually obeyed her every command.
That expression seemed to say—
Is this appropriate?
Sherette looked slightly embarrassed and felt it was a bit inappropriate, so she lowered her voice and added something to Lady Vivian.
"Your Highness, you personally instructed me that your interests are aligned with the Demon King's..."
Vivian was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses.
That's right.
She does seem to have said that.
Ignoring the farce between the master and servant behind him, Luo Yan released the levitation spell cast on himself and plummeted straight down.
Suddenly, the rapidly falling demon king vanished into the crimson clouds, and the next second he was already on the roof of the royal prison tower.
The turbulent air currents landed before the soft leather heels, blowing a ring of clean air into the "landing zone" covered with snow and mud.
Vivian, her nose pressed against the glass window, stared with shining eyes.
Kukuku, as expected of my elder brother—
That landing posture was absolutely awesome!
Lady Vivian, you should learn this trick next time!
On the ruins of the Royal Prison Square, Hagmer was preparing to swing his sword a second time to completely clear away these annoying offerings that were like flies.
Karmandes kept nagging him, reminding him to make sure he could collect as many heads as possible before the angels arrived.
If 150,000 people are sacrificed to the altar, and the altar fully absorbs their souls, even if the angels of the Holy City descend here, they will no longer be his match!
Hagmer ignored him.
He has his own rhythm.
Just as he was about to raise his hand, a vast aura suddenly descended upon the battlefield, causing his mind to tremble slightly.
Angel?
Do not--
Hagmer looked up, squinted, and saw a figure standing in the interplay of crimson and black light, the surrounding space rippling like water.
It's the guy who was standing next to the "airship" earlier.
As Hagmer gazed at Luo Yan, Luo Yan calmly gazed back at him.
An immense aura loomed between the fallen knight and the terrified crowd, like an insurmountable wall.
"You still have things to finish," Luo Yan said casually, his gaze never leaving Hagmer.
The crowd standing around the square suddenly snapped out of their daze and turned to run into the street, taking with them the prisoners, children, and captives they had rescued from the jail, and evacuating this place of trouble.
Even though a large number of living people died during Cassius's coronation ceremony, a few unused sacrifices still survived in the dungeon.
Ignoring the whispers from the heavens, Hagmer pointed his sword at the man standing on the tower, his face expressionless, and spoke sparingly.
"who."
Luo Yan answered calmly.
"King Yan".
Flame King?
Upon hearing the name, Hagmer slightly raised his chin, and a flicker of emotion finally appeared in his empty eyes.
"...So you are the Flame King."
He recognized the name.
When he was suppressing the rebellion in Twilight Province, all the rebels he captured believed in the legend of the "Divine Son" Yan King.
In the Tribunal's wanted notice, the Vatican's bounty on the "Son of God," Flame King, was even higher than the bounty on the Holy Maiden!
“Yes.” Luo Yan noticed that the killing intent emanating from Hagmer suddenly intensified the moment he uttered those words.
This guy is quite interesting. Even though he has become a half-human, half-ghost, he still hasn't completely let go of his obsession with the Holy Light.
It's hard to say whether he or Eileen is more stubborn.
"...taking advantage of the despair of the ignorant, fabricating false lies, and inciting those rabble to betray their kingdom," Hagmer said coldly, his tone filled with undisguised disgust as he stared at the man standing on the tower. "You demon."
In Hagmer's eyes, the so-called Flame King was undoubtedly the mastermind behind all this tragedy. And the saintess he supported was a complete fraud and thief.
This filthy thing, stripped of its sacred veneer, is nothing more than the lowest scum of the continent of Os!
Just as he was thinking this, the Flame King, standing on the tower, casually asked a question.
"So, who made them despair? Me?"
Hagmer paused for a moment, but only for a second, and it did not shake the knight's longsword he held in his hand.
Despair exists in everyone's heart.
But that is not a reason for them to fall into darkness.
As he was thinking this, he found himself entangled in it again, and this feeling of being choked made an unnamed fire ignite in his chest.
The cunning devil seemed to have anticipated what he was about to say. Hagmer took a deep breath and questioned him in a hoarse voice.
"Didn't you write the New Testament?"
Luo Yan was not surprised that the speechless knight changed the subject, and simply smiled and said.
"That's really not it."
Hagermer sneered.
"What are you trying to argue about now?"
"This is not sophistry. Before your people arrived in the Province of Twilight, there was indeed no specific New Testament there, nor any fixed dogma. The texts you see were written by those people you abandoned in their despair."
Luo Yan sighed softly, seemingly with a sense of helplessness.
"They are actually very devout people. Even though Saint Sith's servants tortured them to such an extent, they still yearn for the Holy Light. To be honest... sometimes the demon you mentioned is quite helpless. He still has to clean up the mess for the Church."
Hagmer narrowed his eyes, and the crimson lion mane behind him began to move without wind, emitting mournful cries, like the mockery of crows.
"Slick tongue."
He said coldly, his longsword pointing directly at the so-called Flame King's throat, "If you hadn't disrupted my kingdom, Twilight Province wouldn't be what it is now, and Roland City wouldn't be this hellish place! It was you who brought chaos!"
"The Twilight Province didn't descend into chaos after I arrived. On the contrary, it was precisely because I was here that the people there had the strength to withstand your and the inquisition's depravity. As for Roland City..."
Luo Yan glanced at the battlefield strewn with corpses at his feet, and at the "rebel soldiers" who, now spirits, still stood there.
"Look at the way they're looking at you, what excuse do you have left?"
"Lies?" Hagmer's killing intent surged instantly. "Aren't these undead your handiwork—"
"Then, who killed them?"
Luo Yan interrupted him, his calm gaze meeting those murderous eyes directly. His tone, which had suddenly risen, remained gentle, yet every word was piercing.
"As you can see, these dead with their eyes wide open are my handiwork. I gave them a second chance to rise, to snatch their souls back from the clutches of a horde of demons, and to plant the banner of victory atop the Royal Prison... So who made them unable to rest in peace? Was it me?"
These words were like a bullet, piercing Hagmer's heart and reopening the wound he least wanted to face.
How did things get to this point?
It's true that the cane was given by the Demon King, but who broke the lame man's leg?
Seeing Hagmer remain silent, Luo Yan didn't stop, but instead killed the conversation with an even more hurtful remark.
"We seem to have returned to the original question, Hagmer. Look me in the eyes and answer me: who made them despair?"
A silence fell between the two.
Either they were hit where it hurt, or they completely lost patience for the debate.
Hagmer's crimson eyes flickered violently, and his palpable killing intent instantly locked onto the Flame King standing on the tower, making the already harsh wind and snow around them even colder.
"Further discussion is pointless."
Hagmer declared expressionlessly, his longsword wreathed in crimson death light.
"Draw your sword."
As he finished speaking, the blood-red lion mane behind him suddenly exploded, and countless wronged souls let out ear-piercing roars, as if cheering for the impending massacre.
Faced with this overwhelming pressure, Luo Yan sighed regretfully.
It seems he ultimately failed to make the lion turn back.
"Unfortunately, I don't know how to use a sword..."
As he spoke, a slender wand slid out from his sleeve, the handle resting in his palm, which he gripped tightly.
"I can only play with you using magic."
When dealing with Cassius, he didn't even use his wand; the power of the black flames alone was enough to crush him.
But even facing this monster chosen by both gods, he wasn't entirely confident of victory and had to unleash his full power to deal with it seriously.
At the same time, be prepared to evacuate at any time.
The moment she saw the magic wand, Vivian, who was watching the battle through her binoculars on the airship, let out an excited scream, her cheeks flushed.
“Shenette! Look! It’s ‘Silver Thorn’! Praise be to my brother’s taste… Kukuku, he’s still using the wand I gave him!”
Sheren Tang looked at him with a wry smile. Was such a trivial matter really that important?
In comparison, she was more worried about the Demon King, whose interests were closely tied to her young master's.
She prayed silently in her heart.
Bayeri is above.
Please protect Councilor Luo Yan and make sure he is not harmed by that Holy Light Knight who has fallen into chaos...
The moment the magic wand landed in Luo Yan's hand, the balance between the two was instantly shattered.
Hagmer didn't waste any words, not even exchanging glances, and his figure disappeared directly into the ruins of the square.
The next second—
A terrifying crimson sword light, powerful enough to split mountains, shattered the tower where Luo Yan had just stood without warning!
"boom--!"
Before that blood-red longsword, the hard granite bricks were like tofu. The upper half of the tower slid down along the smooth cut surface and then crashed heavily to the ground, exploding into a cloud of smoke and snow!
Just as Hagmer was about to sheathe his sword, ready to deliver a fatal blow, his eyes narrowed as the vanished aura reappeared on the other side of the plaza.
When did this guy dodge?
On the other side of the square, Luo Yan, standing in a patch of dark red slush, looked at the flattened tower in the distance, secretly astonished.
What a great speed!
Even with over thirty buffs on him, he still couldn't see his opponent's movements clearly, relying entirely on his combat instincts to reposition himself.
Is this the true value of a demigod-level powerhouse?
It seems a bit of a stretch to challenge him with the power of a grandmaster.
"Your mouth seems to be stronger than your hands."
Hagmer's cold voice rang in Luo Yan's ears.
Before the so-called divine son could even regain his footing, Hagmer reappeared in front of him, his longsword sweeping across with a shrill sound that seemed to tear through space!
"Black Flame Barrier!"
Luo Yan uttered a few short syllables and waved his wand. Instantly, a ball of black flame condensed into a thick wall of fire beside him.
"boom!"
The crimson sword energy clashed violently with the black flame barrier, sending black sparks flying everywhere.
Although the solid black flame barrier blocked the attack, the enormous impact still shattered the angel statue behind Luo Yan.
Luo Yan retreated more than ten meters, using wind magic to steady himself while not forgetting to reply to Hagmer.
"I don't deny it, but I don't wield a sword."
"..."
Hagmer did not answer, but seemed to believe his words.
He leaped forward, sword in hand, his longsword flashing like the wind, his attacks becoming increasingly wide and sweeping, chasing after Luo Yan's continuous flashes of movement.
The swift sword dance stirred up a rolling storm in the square, and the paving stones after the storm looked as if they had been plowed by a hoe!
However, at that moment, the dissipating black flames suddenly transformed into a black whip, which lashed out at Hagmer's face with lightning speed.
Hagmer was caught off guard, never expecting the mage to engage in close combat, and was forced to change tactics and use the hilt of his sword to parry.
"boom--!"
The black sparks exploded again!
This explosion seemed to be more intense than before, and it was accompanied by streaks of blood-red sword energy that were scattered.
Luo Yan wasn't sure if the attack had hurt Hagmer, but he had no doubt that the same trick would never work on this guy.
So he decisively dispersed the black flame whip in his hand, and the boiling flames returned to their original state as a ball of fire.
Hagmer twirled his longsword, then instead of immediately pursuing him, he stared at him coldly.
“I take back what I said before; your hands are no less capable than your mouth.”
Luo Yan made a helpless expression.
Please don't say things that are so easily misunderstood.
"...?" Hagmer paused for a moment, his brows furrowing, clearly not yet understanding the meaning of those words.
Just as he paused to ponder, a black, blazing sun condensed above his head, suddenly bursting open and showering down countless rays of light.
What is it this time?
Hagmer glanced silently at the black feather falling from above, initially ignoring it until a feather landed on his armor.
"呲-"
The feeling of his soul being corroded came through the armor, and his expression finally changed slightly. In an instant, he transformed into a shooting star and charged towards the so-called Flame King once again.
The second round of battle has begun!
On the battlefield where black feathers were falling, the two engaged in a high-intensity offensive and defensive battle.
Hagmer's swordplay was simple and unadorned, yet every move was deadly.
He didn't need to chant or prepare anything; every swing of his sword carried a tangible, blood-red sword aura that shattered the surrounding air.
The rubble on the battlefield was like paper under his sword; it was not even a cover, let alone an obstacle!
In contrast, Luo Yan made full use of the incredible displacement ability of the "Myriad Manifestations Butterfly," his figure constantly flashing across the battlefield, and he used instantaneous magic and ever-changing black flames to restrain and weaken the opponent's power!
Occasionally, when he feels he can no longer hold out, he will disappear from the battlefield completely to go back and resupply.
Hegelmer frowned more and more as he fought.
Given his ability to lock onto targets, his opponent should have had no chance of escaping his sight. However, this guy used some unknown technique, moving without even a ripple in the subspace, and appearing without any warning.
This is so weird!
Inside the airship's cockpit, Vivian gripped the monocular telescope tightly, wishing she could crush the brass metal into shape.
Looking at the two streaks of light below that were so fast they were just afterimages, her heart jumped into her throat, fearing that her elder brother might be accidentally cut down.
Vivian prayed silently as her lips turned white from being bitten by her canine teeth.
You must win, brother!
As long as you can return safely to Vivian's side, whatever your wish may be, your dear Vivian will grant it...
Fortunately, Luo Yan was unaware of Vivian's thoughts, otherwise his wand would have gotten too hot again, and things might have really gone wrong.
Meanwhile, on the streets outside the royal prison, the Demon King's servants were being incredibly blasphemous, showing absolutely no regard for his safety.
They seemed to have long forgotten the rule that the server would shut down when the Demon King died, and were only happy that this show-off had finally met a formidable opponent.
Meanwhile, the newbies who had just entered the game all turned on the system's recording function and stood on the rooftop, busy taking screenshots, as excited as if it were New Year's Day.
Holy crap! This is a battle of gods!
"The special effects budget is burning!"
"That red sword aura is so cool, can I learn it?"
"Don't even think about it. It's probably a boss-exclusive skill, designed to kill you. If you learn it, how will the lousy game designers kill you?"
"But the Demon King is really amazing. He can actually go toe-to-toe with such a monster. He's playing like an assassin, that's incredible!"
"One leaf falling heralds autumn; you should learn a thing or two!"
"……roll."
While the players were watching the spectacle with amusement, the Shadow Demon General Thanos, who was protecting Marshal Fayet, was experiencing a storm of emotions.
He originally thought he had an objective understanding of the Demon King's strength, but he found that his understanding was still too shallow.
Unexpectedly, even when facing a demigod-level powerhouse like Hagmer, the Demon Lord was able to hold his own and fight him to a standstill!
Regardless of the outcome of this duel—
That calm and composed demeanor has already put His Majesty in an invincible position!
Thanos is the leader of the traitors in the Great Tomb of Nazarick. This blasphemous idea seems to be praising the Demon King, but in fact, he is already considering the Emperor's funeral arrangements.
Even he himself didn't realize it.
"Is this... the true king?"
Thanos habitually lowered the brim of his hat, but not wanting to miss the Demon King's duel, he raised the brim of his hat again.
Unlike the shocked Thanos, Marshal Fayet standing next to him had mixed feelings.
After witnessing Hagmer's power, he became increasingly pessimistic about the revolution and even began to doubt the meaning of the struggle.
Ordinary people may have a fighting chance against ordinary superhumans, but they are still like ants in front of those powerful beings who are like gods.
"So what is the meaning of our sacrifice?"
Thanos glanced at him and replied indifferently.
"Your question is profound, like asking where we come from and where we are going."
Fayet gave a wry smile.
Is it really that profound?
"Yes."
Thanos nodded, and seeing that he was clearly not satisfied, he couldn't help but say another word.
"But based on my limited knowledge of the mysticism, if you do nothing, then the gods probably won't do anything either."
This statement seemed to put Fayet at ease.
Their struggle was not meaningless...
……
In the center of the battlefield.
Hagmer finally lost patience with this slippery "fly".
After his dozens of slashes were dodged, he suddenly stopped chasing and instead jumped back to create distance between himself and "Flame King".
"You actually distanced yourself from a mage? I think you must be crazy." Luo Yan said gently, but inwardly he was on high alert as he watched Hagmer jump out of the black feather's range.
It seems that Hagmer has realized his weakening tactics.
As expected—
He should use his real expertise now.
Luo Yan sensed that this blood-red space, though seemingly flowing with a faint power of rules, was not a true domain.
It is more like a cocoon used to incubate gods, refining the souls of those who died in the battles into part of an "artificial godhood".
In other words—
It has no offensive capabilities.
Hagmer stood on the shattered paving stones, his cold eyes calmly fixed on Luo Yan not far away. Suddenly, he gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and slammed the blood-stained longsword into the ground.
A crimson aura suddenly expanded outwards, sweeping across the entire royal prison in an instant, and even freezing the flowing river outside the prison.
Luo Yan felt the air become thicker.
Or rather—
The space itself became viscous and even a little hot to the touch.
"The game of hide-and-seek has come to an end."
Hagmer made the announcement in a cold voice, and the buildings in the distance suddenly disappeared in an instant, as if they had been cut off from that continuous spacetime.
At the very moment the anomaly occurred, a chilling wave emanated from the longsword and instantly spread outwards.
The wails of countless wronged souls rose from all directions, thick blood began to seep from the ground, and the vanished buildings reappeared, twisting and reassembling into a blood-red purgatory!
That blood-red purgatory bore some resemblance to Cassius's domain, yet it was clearly a completely different place.
Luo Yan stared at Hagmer, suppressing a smile from the corner of his mouth.
Ever since he discovered that his black flames, after fusing with the "Seed of Myth," had evolved into a power capable of devouring even the laws of nature, that soul-devouring force had become so potent.
What he fears least is something like a "domain" that redefines the rules.
Hagmer slowly raised his head, and a cruel smile finally appeared on his usually expressionless face.
"Welcome to my domain."
"Here, we can have a good fight."
Upon hearing his declaration, Luo Yan put away his wand and nodded with pleasure.
"Then please allow me to say something as well—"
"I won't stand on ceremony."
(End of this chapter)