Capítulo 696: 117. The Agony of the Soul (8k)_2
“It’s okay, it’s okay, it will be fine soon…”
In the moment that Juna lowered her head, Valentina, sitting beside her in a wheelchair, noticed a chunk of stone falling from above and hastily opened her mouth to warn her. But Juna’s reaction was not quick enough; even upon hearing the warning, she foolishly looked up, and by the time she fully understood what was happening, the falling stone was already within an inch of her.
Fortunately, Philis was nearby. With quick eyes and swift hands, she pulled Juna and the wooden basket in her hands back to her side, just as the massive rock slammed into the ground, bursting into many fragments. Valentina was too slow to dodge, and as she raised her hand to protect her face, it was grazed by a stone. The delicate skin on her hand immediately exuded strands of fresh blood, causing her to inhale sharply in pain.
“Boss, are you okay?”
“It’s nothing…quick, Heidlin has opened the gate, everybody get out fast.”
Philis quickly grasped the wheelchair behind her and pushed Valentina, who was covering her injured hand, out of the hotel. Only after escaping did they realize that the staff who had fled and the civilians nearby had formed a circle, exclaiming continuously at the hotel. In the distance, the Mia military had also received the report and was rushing over…
Except for the fact that Fisher had not yet managed to leave the hotel with the Seal, everything seemed to be developing in a good direction. But in a place that nobody noticed, the faint scent of blood from the wound that Valentina was covering was spreading all the way until it was too diluted to be detected any further, yet it was still captured by some distant existence.
The next second, it might have been an illusion, but even though it was daytime, the temperature in the Mia District suddenly dropped a few degrees.
From the distance, a fierce gust of wind from Sema Snow Mountain brought with it the newly settled snow from the eaves, carriages, and streets, whipping it into white wisps that spread across the streets and the urban area.
“Why has it suddenly become windy?!”
“Cough cough, wait, don’t squeeze me…”
“It’s so cold, I can’t see anything!”
In the midst of that mist, Valentina, covering her injured finger, suddenly felt a chill on her back. Although she couldn’t see anything clearly due to the white fog formed by the surrounding snowstorm, she still precisely turned her head toward the direction of Sema Snow Mountain, the source of the chill on her spine… It was as if she was suddenly back on the night Helldor left her. She couldn’t see the curse clearly, but the horrifying chill hadn’t diminished at all!
“The last… Phoenix, I’ve found you…”
In the snowstorm, a terrifying voice that only Valentina could hear suddenly exploded by her ear, frightening her into clutching the Magic Ring that Fisher had just given her, as if the object endowed her with immense courage. Follow current novᴇls on NoveI(F)ire.net
The next second, the gale from Sema Snow Mountain gradually formed a calamity-like storm that sent all the pedestrians staggering. As the snow fog became deeper and deeper, a phantom silhouette silently descended from the sky, targeting the petite girl in the wheelchair…
That night’s curse, in the midst of the chaos that had escalated to the extreme, once again joined the hunt for the Phoenix Bloodline.
Meanwhile, inside the hotel, the battle between Fisher and Erwin, the Creation of Life, was still unceasing. Erwin, who possessed the Completion Manual, truly deserved his reputation. Not only had his own Rank nearly reached the doorway to the Mythical Rank, but the flesh and blood monsters he casually formed were able to exchange blows with Fisher, which also meant that the strength of these flesh bodies had reached the Tenth Rank.
However, with the help of the Soul Completion Manual, Fisher had prepared a multitude of High Ring magic, akin to readying for battle. These High Ring magics played a decisive role when the physical conditions were similar.
“Fisher, he’s upstairs. He knows he’s no match for you physically, so he wants to return to the room where the Seal is stored to get the Seal.”
In the empty corridor, only Fisher’s silhouette remained, while Erwin’s flesh creation had disappeared. The teetering building proved just how fierce their fight had been. However, after Fisher used two magics, Erwin hid without facing Fisher head-on.
Caleb Wuz’s calm voice reached his ears. Fisher did not continue chasing the flesh monster that could shrink its body at will, but rather returned to the room where the Seal was stored. Sure enough, Erwin would have to come back anyway…
He lightly stepped on a mechanism, collecting the Ice and the Six Clans’ Mark rising from beneath the ground into his embrace. Just as he picked up the Seal, Erwin’s voice emanated from somewhere in the room,
“Such a powerful soul and such profound magical knowledge, a truly perfect match. No wonder you were able to prepare so much magic in such a short time… I’m looking forward to it. If I could apply the soul’s knowledge to my research on life forms, surely the progress will be delightful.”
The voice, which seemed to come from all directions, caused Fisher to slow down slightly as he picked up the Seal. Caleb Wuz stood by his side, vigilantly scanning the surroundings, his gaze full of caution. As he saw droplets of viscous blood beginning to drip from the ceiling, he suddenly shouted at Fisher, who was squatting on the spot,