Eternitys Elysium
With an unwilling roar, Kosma, in his Artificial Collapse form, finally reached his limit under Jack's precise counterattack. The massive body's dark blue flames gradually extinguished, and its colossal form slowly dissipated, eventually returning to specks of light and vanishing into the fairytale-like background.
Kosma, out!
Jack slowly pulled her Flame Lance from the ground. There were slight injury marks on her arm, and her gray hair was a bit disheveled, but her overall condition was still good.
(Luckily, I had those trial memories... knowing his attack habits. Otherwise, dealing with this fully unleashed Vishnu factor would have been truly tough.)
Jack calmly assessed the situation.
Black Herta looked at the
The two continued deeper into Eternitys Elysium.
They hadn't walked far when the surrounding air suddenly became scorching hot!
The candy house in front seemed to have been thrown into a furnace, its image distorting. A figure wearing a broken mask, engulfed in towering rage, blocked their path like a demon returned from hell—it was Kalpas!
"Have you finally come?! You sneaky rat!"
Kalpas's roar shook the entire space. Wild flames, like his emotions, uncontrollably burst forth, transforming into countless fire snakes that lunged at Black Herta!
"Come! Let me see what you're truly capable of!"
Black Herta looked at the battle-ready Kalpas, a hint of disinterest on her face.
"One after another, endlessly..."
She sighed softly, as if bored, "It's really like playing a boss rush game. Unfortunately, I don't have the patience to play with you anymore."
Facing Kalpas's terrifying, charged attack, Black Herta merely raised her hand casually and snapped her fingers crisply.
"Snap!"
As the snap echoed, the space around Kalpas instantly warped!
The scorched earth beneath his feet and the raging flames surrounding him were wiped away as if by an invisible giant hand.
Kalpas's full-power strike, capable of incinerating mountains and boiling seas, was forcibly teleported away along with him before he could even unleash it, vanishing without a trace.
Only a faint, unsettled spatial ripple remained, along with the abrupt echo of his voice.
Black Herta lowered her hand, her gaze calmly fixed on the depths of the seemingly eternally silent architecture ahead.
"I'm curious,"
Her voice echoed in the empty area, "Sacrificing so many people, delaying time layer by layer... what exactly are you preparing for?"
As if to answer her question, a point of ice-blue light ignited in the deepest darkness ahead.
The light was initially just a spark, then rapidly expanded, as if absolute zero, capable of freezing everything, had descended!
Kevin Kaslana's figure emerged step by step from that source of extreme cold.
In his hand, he tightly gripped the Blade of Tribulation Fire, symbolizing "Deliverance"—the Judgment of Shamash!
The blade burned with unextinguishable flames, yet radiated a chill capable of freezing souls.
Kevin's ice-blue eyes, like glaciers that had not melted for ten thousand years, locked firmly onto Black Herta.
He had no superfluous words, no angry roars, simply raising the spearhead, capable of reshaping the world, steadily and pointing it at Black Herta.
Silent, yet it was the final answer and an undeniable declaration of war.
Judgment of Shamash, unsheathed!
Star felt like she was submerged at the bottom of a warm ocean, drowsiness coiling around her like soft seaweed.
But this tranquility was suddenly replaced by heat. She abruptly opened her eyes, finding herself not lying on the soft bed of the Astral Express, but standing on scorched earth.
The air was filled with gunpowder smoke and the smell of something burnt. Hot air mixed with ash rushed at her, making her a bit uncomfortable.
(Where is this...? A dream? This dream has truly unique taste.)
She scratched her head, her gray hair stirred by the hot wind.
Before she could sort out her thoughts, a strong sense of crisis pierced her to the bone like an ice pick!
Star instinctively leaped to her side and back. The ground where she had stood was struck by a furious ball of flames, sending shattered rocks and sparks flying.
"Hey! That's dangerous!" Star couldn't help but shout, looking up.
A figure wearing a strange mask, surrounded by what seemed like unquenchable flames of rage, stood not far away. His boiling battle intent almost distorted the surrounding air.
(Who?)
"One more battle!"
Kalpas's low growl was like muffled thunder, carrying an undeniable madness, giving Star no chance to explain.
He pushed off the ground, the scorched earth cracking, and charged forward like a cannonball, his burning fist aimed straight at her face!
"Wait! You've got the wrong person! I'm just passing by—"
Star tried to explain while clumsily blocking.
The scorching hot air choked her, and the powerful force made her arm numb.
(No way to communicate!)
Star inwardly complained. Seeing the opponent's second attack follow immediately, she instinctively reached behind her, and a Flame Lance wreathed in fire suddenly appeared in her hand.
The appearance of the Flame Lance seemed to dispel some of the uncomfortable heat.
However, to her surprise, when Kalpas saw the Flame Lance in her hand, his eyes hidden behind the mask seemed to burn even more fiercely!
"Hmph! Interesting!"
Kalpas's assault became even more violent, his fist winds carrying flames, raining down like a storm.
Star could only grip the Flame Lance tightly, wielding the spear to parry the torrential attacks.
But in her mind, she was frantically complaining:
(What's going on? Why is he even more excited seeing the Flame Lance? Does he have a grudge against me?!)
Xianzhou Luofu · Street Stall
Meanwhile, in the bustling streets of the real Xianzhou Luofu, Baiheng's mood was quite complex.
The
Then, a sorrowful, melodious erhu tune drifted over.
Baiheng: "..."
(Jingliu... when did you unlock the Street Performer skill point?!)
She looked at Jingliu's still aloof and solitary profile, and the somewhat out-of-place erhu in her hand, her emotions a mix of five flavors.
Should she say that she was indeed worthy of being the former Sword Master?
Even playing the erhu, she managed to evoke a sense of solemnity reminiscent of
Unexpectedly, this unique
Some people, out of curiosity, or to more naturally
"Oh, this tune is played with such feeling!"
An old man swayed his head as he listened, casually picking up a Herta plush doll and looking at it. "Little girl, how much is this?"
"This older sister is so cool... Is she filming a show?"
Several young women whispered, curiously observing Jingliu while picking out ornaments with the Herta Space Station emblem.
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