Chapter 624

Four Hundred and Forty-Four Gold Magnet

On the northern shore of Conquer Sea, in Trua.

At the edge of the city under the cover of night, amidst the ruins of the manor, Bengochiel, who had transformed into a monstrous stone statue after shedding his human form in the flames, stood on a pile of rubble, facing the decaying corpses approaching from all directions. His body was adorned with orange patterns that glowed as he spewed out scorching flames directly at the incoming bodies.

In an instant, the entire pile of rubble was engulfed in flames. The surrounding ruins caught fire, and the struggling zombie puppets were consumed by the flames, turning to charcoal in the intense heat.

During this inferno, Barna, who had fallen nearby, struggled to rise again, covered in bl**d. He tried to raise his pistol towards Bengochiel, but was spotted. The terrifying gargoyle swung its flail, with its heavy stone ball smashing down onto Barna, who had no time to dodge. Barna was brutally knocked to the ground, his skin completely shattered, spraying bl**d everywhere. Bengochiel then turned his head and sprayed the flames onto Barna, whose hardened skin was almost completely destroyed. Unable to withstand the burning, Barna’s body lost all life amidst the flames.

Having thoroughly cleared the immediate enemies, Bengochiel shifted his gaze to his next target, which was the direction from which the flames had just attacked. In the ruins, his wings spread wide, and silver patterns on them lit up one after another. Some of these patterns displayed crescent-shaped “Shadow” symbols.

With a flap of his wings, a strong wind erupted beneath the stone wings, blowing the surrounding flames even more fiercely while lifting Bengochiel’s heavy body off the ground, soaring towards the distant night sky.

The gargoyle could not only absorb elemental spiritual attacks but also store a small amount of the received attacks within its skin, releasing them when needed. At this moment, Bengochiel utilized the stored wind power within his wings to achieve flight.

“So, you’ve come…”

Hundreds of meters away from the manor ruins, on the rooftop of an unfinished building, Dorothy, wearing a black cloak, murmured as she moved her gaze away from the lens. She had anticipated that the gargoyle, upon identifying the elemental spiritual attack, would immediately counterattack. The extraordinary profession of the gargoyle had a significant advantage over almost all elementals. After being subjected to a series of conspiratorial attacks, Bengochiel, who was already seething with anger, wouldn’t miss the chance to retaliate, especially since he had a natural advantage in battles against elementals.

“The pawns in the basement have been released; the fire won’t spread outside the courtyard of the manor, so there’s no need to worry about a citywide blaze… Anyway, everything here has been dealt with, now focusing on the enemy.”

After stowing her elegant rifle, Dorothy thought to herself. Facing the rapidly approaching Bengochiel, she decided to confront him with her true self.

After stowing the rifle, Dorothy put on her hood and mask. Standing straight, she began to close her eyes and activate her abilities. Under the influence of some strange force, her petite figure, cloaked in a thick robe, suddenly grew several dozen centimeters taller, making her appear much taller, like an adult.

Even though Dorothy had grown taller, her black robe still covered her entire body, as if it was designed for an adult from the start.

Then, Dorothy gazed into the distant night sky, where she could hear the howling wind coming from that direction. The enemy was getting closer.

Focusing her mind, Dorothy began to unleash her abilities. With the diffusion of an intangible force, iron scraps and chunks floated up from the ground, hovering around her. As Dorothy’s expression turned serious, these floating metal pieces suddenly shot towards the same direction at high speed, directly hitting the approaching gargoyle.

Bengochiel, sensing movement ahead, did not dodge but maintained his flying posture, colliding directly with the small steel fragments. Sparks flew as the metal pieces bounced off his skin, and Bengochiel used his own hardness to block the attack. His flight remained undiminished; he paid no heed to these minor impacts.

However, Bengochiel didn’t notice that among the bouncing metal pieces, one carried a cylindrical object wrapped in yellowish-brown paper. This piece, after being deflected, was mysteriously pulled back into the air during its descent, taking an odd angle to circle behind Bengochiel. With a flash of lightning, the cylindrical object burst into brilliant light.

“Boom!”

The explosion echoed through the night sky once more, flames reigniting in the sky. The gargoyle’s body staggered out of the smoke caused by the explosion, barely maintaining flight using wind power.

The bomb aimed at the joint connecting his wing and body. Dorothy intended to cause damage by targeting these critical points, but the effect was minimal; the attack left only slight cracks on Bengochiel’s body.

“This kind of attack… Not a Flame Artisan, what exactly is this guy?”

Bengochiel adjusted his position in mid-air, looking up at the dark-cloaked figure on the rooftop, feeling both surprised by the bizarre nature of the ability and reassured that it posed no real threat.

The first round of attacks failed, and Dorothy immediately launched a second wave. More rusty metal pieces rose from her side, shooting towards Bengochiel in the sky.

Knowing that the metal barrage contained bombs, Bengochiel did not choose to endure it directly. To avoid further bombardment, he vigorously flapped his wings, creating a powerful gust that blew the metal pieces off course.

The strong wind not only diverted the metal barrage but continued to blow downwards toward the roof. Seeing this, Dorothy quickly turned her back to the wind, her cloak flapping violently. Eventually, she couldn’t withstand the strong wind and was blown off the rooftop, falling towards the ground. Fortunately, she immediately controlled the deflected metal pieces to return and support her fall, preventing direct injury.

Seeing Dorothy safely land, Bengochiel, still flying in the sky, frowned. He then flapped his wings again, creating a strong wind downward, while continuing to spray flames from his mouth.

In that instant, the flames mixed with the strong wind, spreading rapidly due to the wind’s force. Large flames pressed down from the sky, seemingly leaving Dorothy with no place to hide.

Facing the descending torrent of flames, Dorothy waved her arms. Instantly, numerous old scraps of metal around her rapidly gathered together, forming a tightly sealed steel shield above her head, deflecting the flames from the sky. These metal pieces, arranged in a reasonable order and structure, were tightly connected by some strange force, leaving no gap for even a spark to escape.