Chapter 67 Wildfire on the Prairie Part Five
Lafayette’s body swayed uncontrollably. His legs gave way, and he almost knelt to the ground.
But Varall grabbed his hair tightly.
“Haha, that feels good.”
The mask on his face fell off, revealing a hideous face underneath.
The black robe fluttered in the flames. Dark red flames followed the flowing blood, spreading all over him, from his shoulders to his face, then up his arms… It was about to burn Lafayette’s head.
Suddenly, I remembered the words from the book.
[They sacrifice their flesh and blood to demons, to summon the flames of sin, to gain power comparable to miracles, known as…]
“True—Door—of—Truth!”
The mud and snow beneath his feet exploded.
At this moment, for Varall, the cry from the beauty far away sounded distant when she first uttered a word, but by the time she said “door,” it seemed to explode right next to his ear.
He couldn’t react at all, despite his expertise in speed.
In an instant, the girl, accompanied by a fierce wind, arrived before him. Varall didn’t even have time to retract his sneer. He only saw a flash of light, after which, his arm holding Lafayette was gone from the elbow down.
No blood splattered out, nor did he feel any pain. From the moment the sins were ignited, all his suffering had been accepted by the God of Truth, replaced instead with boundless power.
This was a deeply ingrained knowledge in his heart.
With this, he would be invincible, unstoppable, and no one would dare underestimate him again.
What were Scalliger or the Pope’s knights… once in this state, they were all insignificant.
But now, Varall was somewhat bewildered.
His thoughts were still stuck on “What’s this girl… what happened… what did she do?” When suddenly, the scenery before him spun rapidly. His body abruptly defied gravity, flipping in mid-air.
He heard the leader shouting below, “Varall! What are you doing—”
Doing… killing Lafayette…
He opened his mouth to say something, but cold wind rushed into his mouth instantly. Then, darkness enveloped his vision, and he heard a snap near his neck. Varall groaned softly, his body rolling uncontrollably in the snow, before hitting a protruding rock with a thud.
The butcher knife in his hand was nowhere to be found. His head felt dizzy, and his neck… seemed broken.
Breathing became difficult, and without pain, Varall couldn’t judge how severe his injuries were. However, from the limp head, he knew there was at least one fatal wound. But…
He kissed his fist wrapped in the flames of sin.
“Great God of Truth, please… relieve my pain…”
Gurgle… gurgle…
Snow under him turned into mist, and blood inside boiled.
Skin hardened and cracked, with blood-red waves spreading across his body, flickering between light and dark. Embers drifted out, lighting the dim sky.
Varall exhaled hot smoke.
“Hehe…”
Boom!
Amidst the raging fire, he stood up.
Several meters away, I held Lafayette, feeling the warm gust of wind on my face. My right hand, hanging at my side, gripped the handle of the scythe.
Then, I glanced sideways at his sharp yet pale profile.
“How are you?”
Lafayette struggled to shake his head.
“I’m fine…”
I was a bit worried, “You’ve been poisoned by the smoke.”
Lafayette turned to me, slightly smiling, his black eyes sparkling like stars.
“I’m fine. It’s just smoke from the water lily grass; it won’t kill you.”
“Water lily grass smoke?”
My brows furrowed.
I had thought it was some kind of lethal gas in the black ball, but it was just water lily grass smoke.
“Addictive?”
“No, I only inhaled a little; it’s nothing… Pipo,
“Let go, the enemy has risen again.”
“Mm.”
The hand supporting him loosened. Lafayette staggered two steps, finding it difficult to stand. Behind him, the guards sheathed their longswords and withdrew from the battlefield, shouting from afar.
“My Lord—”
Lafayette waved his hand.
“Form ranks! Prepare for the next charge!”
In a slightly more distant area, the city guards, now numbering only about half of their original strength, had regrouped beside Edward. They hammered their breastplates loudly, and amidst the noise, Edward’s voice could be faintly heard.
“Don’t be afraid! There’s nothing to fear. You are the most elite warriors of the Valen Empire, while the other side is just a little girl who has seen blood!”
“Look behind you! Those lying in the snow are your brothers! Though they have fallen, no one has retreated…”
“Your captain is also there! What do we do now!”
“The honor of the city guard cannot be desecrated!”
“…Whoever brings me Lafayette’s head will receive a thousand gold coins! And be ennobled as a baron—”
He stood up on his lame leg, his right fist pounding his chest.
“Frost Moon—”
“Roar!”
“Engage the enemy!”
The tide surged forward once again.
On the other side, the fog around the scarred man thickened. Flames rolled over his body, melting the snow all around. Even from a dozen meters away, one could feel the heat wave that washed over.
“Hahaha—!”
A hoarse laugh came from the fog. In the next moment, a figure emerged.
Torrents of karma fire burst forth from the scarred man’s chest, spreading rapidly and engulfing half of his body.
His severed arm grew bones, muscles, and skin at an astonishing rate until it was whole once more.
Next, Varal darted past him, charging forward first.
I exchanged a glance with Lafayette.
No words were needed; our minds were set on one thing—preventing him from touching these terrifying flames.
Then, I leaned forward, taking a step, as Lafayette shouted, “Hunters of Shanter Castle, follow me… devour these city guards!”
“Haha—”
Swish—
The sound faded behind us as a petite figure darted ahead, creating a windstorm that carved a long path through the snow, arriving in front of Varal in an instant.
Crack—!!!
Countless huge ice spears shot out of the ground, ice crystals dancing wildly, seemingly capable of freezing the sky itself.
This strike directly enveloped nearly a hundred meters ahead, and the dozen or so assassins nearby couldn’t even resist for a moment before being swept into the air by the icy wave. When they fell, their bodies were already frozen stiff.
Varal only resisted for a brief moment before he was lifted off the ground, like a tattered cloth fluttering in the snowstorm, thrown back by the overwhelming cold, almost extinguishing the karmic fire on his body.
“Ah!!”
He screamed fiercely, then was pierced by countless ice spears. Frost formed on his face, melted by the high temperature, then reformed, the clash of ice and fire creating a shrill sound.
“Bitch—”
Varal’s eyes turned red as if they would bleed, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t stop the frost from spreading over his body.
“Such filthy language.”
My footsteps quickened as I moved towards him.
Whoosh—
A glimmer flashed, and my ice scythe sliced through Varal’s throat. The fresh cut was revealed, and through the thin layer of ice, his trachea could be clearly seen.
No blood flowed out.
“Guh…”
In the next moment, flames ignited at the wound, followed by rapid healing.
…Even having his throat cut wouldn’t kill him?
“This can’t be…” Varal said incredulously, “My karmic fire has reached the ‘rebirth’ stage, why… am I still not enough for you…”
Would destroying the brain kill him?
Let’s see.
I took a deep breath and raised the ice scythe once more.
