Chapter 478
Regardless of what the people outside were doing to prepare for the return of the so-called King of Darkspirits, the people in the mayor's residence were in a state of shock.
"Lost? What do you mean? "The bishop could not believe that his priest would say something like that.
The mayor's residence was located in the center of this border city. The roads were smooth, and the terrain was high. As long as one stood on a high point, they could see half of the city. They had been here countless times, so how could they get lost?
But the fog around them was getting thicker, and the bishop's bad feeling was getting stronger.
"Don't panic. The great King Eldridge is also watching us. Everyone is here, explain things clearly." The bishop helped the priest up, and softened his voice, using his spiritual power to calm the man's panic.
"Yes … yes." The man followed the bishop's lead, and after calming down, he said, "We went to the castle to search … to search for the survivors."
If it was before, the people around them might have laughed at him. Castellan Duran's men had all escaped, and many of them were taken in by them. The so-called search for the survivors was actually a raid. They were fighting with Duran, but these priests were not obedient.
Of course, they had also sent people in to raid, and everyone knew that.
But they were not stupid, and continued to wait for the man to speak.
"Gradually, there were cries and laughter in the castle. We thought someone was hiding inside, so we went to search, but some fog spread out, and we got lost in the castle."
"No matter how we turned, we couldn't get out of the castle." The man's tone became panicked again. "It was not until the fog spread out that we got out of the castle and found the bishop."
"You mean there's something wrong with the fog, and we got lost and trapped here?" The bishop confirmed the unease in his heart, and led the people in the direction of the exit. But when they opened their eyes again, they found themselves standing in front of the mayor's residence.
The priest was right, they could only move in the fog, and their original sense of direction had been completely lost. Unless the fog expanded, they would not be able to get out of the original area.
And the bishop found something even scarier. When he turned around to discuss with the others, he found out that the original group of more than ten people was only left with five or six people.
In the process, the bishop did not notice anything strange. Even the people who disappeared not long ago were still talking with them. It felt like they were walking together just a moment ago, but disappeared in an instant.
"The fog is getting thicker." The bishop's face became more and more pale. This strange thing made him feel like everything was going out of control.
Could it be that Duran activated some kind of treasure in desperation? The bishop thought. Otherwise, why would the mist come over as soon as Duran ran out?
Then, the bishop pushed open the castle gate, which had been closed for some time. A gust of cold wind blew. Even with the bishop's physique, he could not help but shiver.
As he finished speaking, the bishop pushed open the castle door that had been closed at some point in time. A gust of cold wind blew, and even with the bishop's physique, he could not help but shiver.
"Follow …" The bishop turned around again, and realized that it was not the gate behind him, but a long corridor. The people were gone.
"Woo … Woo …" It was like the whistling sound of a strong wind in winter, causing goosebumps to appear all over his body. Then, His Excellency the Bishop heard a series of crisp laughter behind him.
"Heeheehee, uncle, let's play a game." The voice came from behind the bishop. When he turned around, he saw a pale face. A naked little boy was riding on the bishop's back, looking at him with his head tilted. After the bishop turned around, a pair of black eyes started to shed tears of blood. The red blood tears flowed down the pale skin, and it was very clear.
"The name of this game is Blind Eye." The more he laughed, the bigger his mouth became. Then, with a swoosh, a bloody hand came out of his mouth, and the bishop saw it.
Instinctively, the bishop turned his head, and the muscles on his back trembled, wanting to shake off the child on his back. The muscles on his hand swelled, and the aura of life mixed with the power of steel condensed in his hand, and he grabbed backwards.
But the hand that came out of the mouth ignored the bishop's movements. Like a shadow, it passed through the bishop's hand, and grabbed the bishop's carefully maintained face. The smell of blood was nauseating.
The palm exerted force, and the bishop's face was squeezed out of shape. Then, it was pulled back, into the little boy's open mouth.
Even though the bishop was so big, being pulled into the little boy's body, his body didn't change much. Only the fog around him seemed to thicken.
As the bishop, the nobles, and the others lost contact one by one, Duran used the temporary power of the Burning Soul Forged Steel to charge directly towards the Aiskin Manor, completely ignoring what was happening in the Castellan's mansion behind him.
Right now, he only wanted to be a little faster, a little faster. He almost turned into a gust of wind. He could feel that his life was being burned away, but he didn't care anymore. He only cared about one thing, and that was to make up for his mistake, to save his son.
The changes in the Qi in the manor had already entered his senses.
Haarlem's body flew backwards, and with a step, he kicked the wall, creating a few cracks. His body once again charged towards the person in front of him. With the help of the dust, he controlled his own body, and condensed his strength into a force.
The fist and the palm collided. Clayon's wrist shook, and the hairs on his hand stood up. A gust of force gushed out from his pores, and the force poured out in torrents. Both of them took a step back at the same time, and at this moment, Clayon's face flushed red. He suddenly opened his mouth, and a sword of energy shot out.
Haarlem's battle experience was close to zero. Even though he had improved by leaps and bounds in this period of time, and both his and Clayon's strength were only one step away from breaking through to Grandmaster of Combat, but in a real battle, he was at a disadvantage.
The speed of the sword of energy was extremely fast. Haarlem forcefully twisted his head, and the sword of energy brushed past his cheek, leaving a long wound. It then hit the wall behind him, and broke a brick.
The Energy Flow Method was the Bone Forging Method that Ryan had trained in. It was considered a relatively popular method, and was only slightly better than the common Bone Forging Method that could be found on the streets. Ryan had already trained this method to its limit. He only needed a sum of resources to break through the limits of his body, and try to become a Grandmaster of Combat through enlightenment and touch the Soul of Steel.
This was also the reason why he worked for Du Lan before.
Seeing that Haarlem dodged the sword of energy, a smile flashed across Clayon's lips. There seemed to be a gust of Qi flowing in his body, providing him with strength at this crucial moment, allowing him to stop his backward momentum. He pounced forward, clenched his fist, and turned it around, smashing it towards Haarlem's head.
When Haarlem barely raised his hands to block the fist, he raised his leg, and his knee directly hit Haarlem's stomach. After that, he turned around and raised his leg to kick Haarlem's head, and a clear crack could be heard.
Haarlem's body fell to the side, but Clayon did not let up. He raised his leg again, and once again kicked Haarlem's head. His neck broke under the force, and his head flew to the side, spraying blood.
Combat was just that dangerous. One careless move, and it was easy to be caught, resulting in instant death.
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