Chapter 416 Chapter 210 Creation’s Demi-Body (2)
“Douglas! You’re talking nonsense—how could sister Chrisis be that kind of person!”
The voice filled with extreme anger from within his chest, the black-haired youth’s eyes split open. The End he held in his hand struck down with a heavy sword qi: “Douglas, scram!”
“Why bother deceiving yourself here?”
Douglas casually raised his hand to block in front of him. The golden light curtain that spread out instantly blocked Ig’s full-force heavy strike. The End’s sword edge could not advance an inch, and not even a ripple was stirred.
“Ig, listening to you, it sounds like you are very familiar with Chrisis? However—these past few years, the encounters she faced, the choices she made in the Royal Capital… even after returning to Lorinc, do you know even a sliver of the state of Chrisis’s mind?”
“You—”
Ig suddenly looked up, and a mocking smile spread across Douglas’s face. Suddenly, the red-haired youth smiled at him:
“Oh, right, there is one thing that Young Master Ig doesn’t know yet, and she has been hiding it until now: Seven years ago, Chrisis loved you in her heart. However, at that time, she was ‘taken’ by this humble one for the first time… To be honest, I can’t forget the resentful look in her eyes at that time.”
“Do-u-glas!”
A roar. A giant wave struck the light curtain of the long sword that was descending, hitting Ig and sending him flying to the ground. Amidst the sound of tables and chairs smashing, his bones broke. He clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Ig!”
The girl’s anxious cry was heard. The red-haired youth blocked Fran’s attack with his sword, and a smile spread across his handsome face:
“As expected of a young lady from the Blood Race… However, with such a bloodline, perhaps no vampire in the entire world can compare. It seems that after Rubiel that day, she is the new descendant who inherited Oran’s blood…”
Ig clutched his chest and got up with difficulty. The red-haired youth’s footsteps fell one by one, and the light of the sword edge burning in his palm was like flame and fire.
“Young Master Ig, your expression, ha, it’s really interesting… However, it can only end here.”
“It’s a pity that ‘she’ is still perfecting herself. Young Master Ig, guess what would happen if Chrisis devoured Miss Verafia and reappeared in the world, and the first thing she saw was me beheading you with my sword?”
“Douglas, you’re dreaming!”
All the anger surged from his chest with the shout. Ig grabbed his sword and stood up. The red-haired youth was still smiling, but the expression on his face seemed to be frozen, reflecting the brilliant sword light in his palm.
It was as if it were the scene of confronting the opponent in the arena.
However…
Douglas’s face, as beautiful as jade, contorted into a grin. His magnificent robe billowed, and he raised his long sword. The concentrated demonic power, like a storm, swept and ravaged. This time, it wasn’t just the suppressed gold, but the true peak crystal!
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Tranquil colors smeared the air. It seemed that as she walked, the air, which had been silent for an unknown amount of time, was re-dyed with heat and kinetic energy, turning into a light breeze that blew the hem of her thin veil-like skirt.
A pair of exquisite crystal high heels, adorned with delicate lotus feet, gently landed on the ground.
The ground was like transparent glass. The sound of a light touch was like the playing of a zither, touching in the quiet and seemingly endless space.
Verafia slightly tilted her face up. The translucent and clear moonlight dripped from a corner of the sky, layering and spreading across the ground, rendering the entire world exceptionally pure and clean.
“There’s actually a moon… Tsk, is she doing this intentionally? But if it’s meant to be a place to pass through as a sacrifice, the atmosphere is quite good.”
With a slight smile, Verafia’s scorching gold eyes under her long, slender eyelashes flickered as she looked into the distance. The entire field of vision was boundless, but it was as if it were veiled, giving her a sense of illusory ethereality.
—From chasing the Bishop in purple who was pierced through the chest by her sword, she took a step forward, and the next time she opened her eyes, the enemy she was pursuing no longer existed, and beside her was this ethereal and desolate world.
However, Verafia was not too surprised.
Well, after the secret passage of the church in any place, how could one suddenly run into such a vast space that clearly did not match its style and area?
So, the answer to everything was very obvious… not to mention Verafia, who already possessed a divine rank. In terms of seniority, the person behind the curtain, who controlled half of “Creation,” was still far from her.
This place was not the material world, but a space constructed by some concept, connecting to some existence… or to describe it in more detail, it was a projection of the divine domain of the creation deity.
“Ah, almost there. This is the place.”
The girl’s golden eyes tilted up slightly, and her slender and long jade fingers gently waved forward, as if a curtain was being pulled open. The sky and the entire field of vision expanded with her movement.
A fine breeze blew her silky hair. What Verafia saw was a vast land, but outside the visible boundary, a turbid void storm roared. The visible, dense, and pure life force in the air seemed to crystallize.
Suddenly, a clear and pleasant female voice came.
“It is just as you imagined. Miss Verafia, the land beneath your feet is a projection of Atros’s World of Life—or rather, a fragment of it.”
“Chrisis, is it really you?”
The girl in the white nun’s long dress walked out, a gentle smile on her face. Her water-blue eyes looked up from beneath her curled eyelashes:
“You are not very surprised.”
“Tsk, I’m not an idiot like Ig. How could I not think more about all your unusual actions?”
Verafia placed her slender hands on her slightly raised chest and lifted her delicate face, humming lightly.
Her gaze shifted slightly, and she saw Bishop Patel, dressed all in purple, with his divine robe messy and broken, kneeling at the girl’s feet: “However, Chrisis, aren’t you going to explain first?”
Chrisis did not look at Patel, who was a Bishop of purple but looked like a withered rag at her feet. His dry eyes, filled with fanaticism, gazed at the white jade feet at her ankles, as if treating them as worldly treasures. She brushed him aside like a dirty piece of garbage and took a step forward.
A smile hung on the nun’s beautiful face, reflecting the moonlight:
“As you can see, Lord Patel is now my loyal slave.”
“A slave? You don’t seem to like him very much.”
Verafia said, “Moreover, this Patel is a senior Bishop of the Church of Light, and you are only Platinum. Even if you have a divine spark… it would be impossible to control him. Chrisis, how did you do it?”
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One chapter was shot down (sad)… but I somehow feel like sf accidentally deleted chapter 200?
I’ll go ask the editor tomorrow…
