Chapter 374: Chapter 317: Lover Beats Up the Legal Spouse
The Heavenly Carriage Bull strode into the distance, and the Flowing Gold River gradually ceased.
Only the souls of the past were being reborn.
Ash donned the armor of a knight, Sonia wrapped herself in a lover’s coat, Diya removed her sister’s mask, and Denzel tucked away a lover’s emotions.
“Give the ‘Secret Avatar’ back to me.”
Denzel’s voice became flat again, like rain walking against the heavens, shedding the inertia of emotions and leaving only a will committed to the mission.
“Then you return the ‘Star Cluster Avatar’ to me,” Ash said with a breezy tone, “You’re not my lover, so you can’t just freeload off me, right?”
Although they had never met before, Ash instantly realized that Denzel was the Commander of the Heroic Soul Army chasing them. After all, Denzel had revealed her capability with “armed troops” inside the wooden cabin, which is a highly effective power of the Soul Summoning Technique Spirit.
While Mages could also be lucky enough to rob and obtain a Soul Summoning Technique Spirit like Ash, any Mage who dared approach Ash was treated as expendable by him on their journey, so within a kilometer, aside from Ash, it had to be the Commander of the Heroic Soul Army chasing him.
“Mind your position.” Denzel slightly exerted strength in her right hand, and Ash instantly felt his neck turn into a wet towel an ogre was about to wring dry, nearly suffocating.
“Sword Maiden, Witch, just leave.” Ash grabbed Denzel’s right hand, and with all his strength, he pried it open to speak, “The private date time with this Heroic Soul Commander follows, it’s inconvenient for you unrelated people to watch.”
“Grinding Sword, Ten Years!”
Sonia and Diya made their stance clear through action, obviously unable to watch Ash having a tryst.
“She is alone.” Village Girl tilted her head and glanced at the legion’s followers dimly visible outside the fence, “Her army can’t come in, and right now, we have the numerical advantage–”
A pale purple flame emerged from Denzel’s body, and the color of the Assassination Expert’s outfit deepened too, as if countless layers of clothing were piling up. Although she was still wearing a light, tight transparent mesh tunic, she exuded an unbreakable oppressive force.
“Although the Assassination Expert’s armor is the weakest among level 4 troops, if I stack the force of 10 units, it can accumulate up to 30 layers of armor,” Denzel said. “In legion combat, when it comes down to just the Commanders, it becomes a mere competition of Soul Power; the one with more Soul Power can arm more troop types. A Heroic Soul armed with thousands of unit forces is itself a legion; this is the so-called ‘Invincible Heroic Soul.'”
“Although I don’t know how you Mages obtained the Soul Summoning Technique Spirit, do you want to compete in Soul Power consumption with me?” Denzel gently caressed Ash’s cheek, her sharp nails even making him feel wounded, “It’s been a while since I’ve fought a direct battle with a Star Hall ‘Star Firing Warrior,’ why don’t you turn these two into Star Firing Warriors as well?”
Thanks to the vague connection between Soul Summoning Technique Spirits, Heroic Souls could recognize each other. However, this recognition was very coarse; they could broadly make out specific identities within the same faction, but it was almost impossible to gain more information from the opposing faction. Thus, initially Braid mistook Ash for the logistics Commander Demilo, and Denzel also thought Ash was the Star Hall Commander.
Denzel instantly recognized that only Ash possessed a Soul Summoning Technique Spirit here, the other two girls were probably his combat followers or bed furnishings.
“Never mind then, having women help me suppress a lover sounds so lame; it makes me seem like some vicious, depraved noble’s son.” Ash shrugged, glancing at Sonia and Diya, “Go ahead, you two. I’d feel embarrassed to get down to business with you here.”
Ash knew deep down they absolutely could not beat Denzel. After arming himself with the ‘Star Firing Warrior,’ Ash had exhausted their Soul Power reserves accumulated over these days.
Soul Power is a subtle resource; it might drop when slaying intellectual beings but with an extremely low chance. Social creatures almost never drop it, large creatures have a drop chance of about 33%, and only sovereign beings are sure to drop.
Denzel, however, as a Commander backed by Divine Lord forces, carried untold amounts of Soul Power, ready to arm tens or even hundreds of units. The Ash armed with ‘Star Firing Warrior’ only had 7 layers of armor, while Denzel could instantly surge to 700 layers–how to fight when their health bar lengths aren’t even on the same scale?
Denzel wasn’t a slow, foolish boss that would stand still and let them farm her. She might even turn the tables; in the eyes of Denzel armed with the ‘Assassination Expert,’ the three of them were the sluggish minions.
In any case, the Witch and the Sword Maiden needed to leave first. This way, even if negotiations with the Heroic Soul lover broke down, only Ash who failed in his romantic encounter would die!
“If it’s to protect you, dying once is a price I’m willing to accept.”
Catching the trust in Ash’s gaze, Sonia bit her lower lip lightly, wrapped her arms around Diya’s slender waist, and moved towards the cabin’s outer wall, attempting to use the cabin as a barrier to escape the Heroic Soul Commander’s sight–
“So they are your most precious treasures?”
The notes, like creeping despair, grew louder step by step. As the last question mark breezed across her back, Sonia turned to look, seeing the tall female assassin rushing like a shadow that blotted out the sky. Ash, dragged by her right hand like a doll, lunged at Sonia with her left hand, whose delicate fingers, meant for playing musical instruments, chilled Sonia to the bone more than the teeth of a Fish-Slicing Dragon!
Miracle * Water Moon!
Miracle * Strangling Line!
The Village Girl directly chose to use the Counterattack Miracle to forcefully counter, returning the energy of the attack back to the Commander; with the Princess supporting from the side, the multiple lines that could slice large creatures into dozens of pieces wound around the Heroic Soul like a trap!
Counterattack, ineffective!
Strangulation, lines collapsed!
Denzel grabbed Sonia by the neck and slammed her onto the ground! His pale purple nails dug into the Village Girl’s flesh, consuming her soul relentlessly like a deadly poison!
However, the bloodier and more chaotic the situation, the calmer Sonia’s pale red eyes became. She quickly used the ground as leverage, swinging her sword towards Denzel, then numerous silk threads enveloped the Commander’s body!
Miracle*Blood Flower Water–
The mightiest swordsmanship assassination Miracle abruptly ceased.
Denzel picked up Ash and stood him in front of himself, and the Water Moon Silk that had been wrapping towards her now also wrapped around Ash.
“Star-fighter warriors have 7 layers of armor,” Denzel said, “A Two-winged Mage doesn’t have the power to pierce through 7 layers of armor in one strike, so go ahead and hit me without worry.”
“Let them go!” Diya tried her best to harness the water threads, wrapping 13 loops around Denzel’s neck and then yanking back powerfully. However, the beheading Miracle that would normally signal the end for anyone only wore down one layer of Denzel’s armor, and he didn’t even consider the Witch massaging his neck.
As her soul continued to be consumed, Sonia became more transparent, but she had no thoughts of begging for mercy. Now that Ash was being used as a human shield in front of him, she kicked at the Empress’s groin forcefully, kicking hard, kicking with all her might, towards the most vicious and most poisonous spot.
If I can’t hurt you, I’ll disgust you!
Just as they seemed doomed to be annihilated, Ash suddenly said, “If you don’t want to kill me, then you better stop now; she and I share a ‘Shared Life’ Blessing.”
Upon hearing this, Sonia felt the nails embedded in her neck being pulled out. Even though she was battle-hardened in the Void Realm, this was her first experience being pressed to the ground and gradually ground to death. Yet what arose in the heart of the Claw Club president at this moment was not fear or apprehension, but intense shame–
She was actually… seen by the Observer in such a powerless state!
“I’m doing this to help you,” Denzel said. “I’ve triggered ‘Shared Life’ and stopped. Isn’t that helping you remove this shackle? Just a little more force from me would be enough, are you sure you want me to stop?”
However, Ash ignored Denzel’s provocation and said to himself, “You really don’t want to kill me because death is just my escape route, and you aim to take the ‘Secret Avatar’ from me.”
“You can’t kill me, nor can you kill her, and you can’t even kill the Witch massaging your neck–she holds a ‘Shared Death’ curse, which would randomly select one of the four of us as the lucky one to die for her. If you’re lucky enough, you’ll achieve the ‘I kill myself’ feat.”
“You can’t threaten anyone,” Ash calmly said. “Let us go, my unknown lover.”
“You’re right, and you’re wrong,” Denzel said. “If I want to take back the ‘Secret Avatar’, indeed I can’t kill anyone, but–if you still refuse to give up, then the lives of you two mean nothing to me.”
Denzel also picked up Sonia and walked straight towards the fence. Diya almost exerted all her strength, jumping onto Denzel’s back and tightly pulling the water lines, but at this moment, the water lines only acted like a basket’s straps, hanging Diya on Denzel’s back like a baby.
Denzel raised Sonia and Ash into the air, facing them towards the outside world beyond the fence. A giant Eight-eyed Weaving Spider broke through the Rain Curtain, its ruby pupils intensely staring at the two fragile Mages in front of it, its mouthparts slightly trembling as if giving thanks for today’s gift from the Void Realm.
In addition to the Eight-eyed Weaving Spider, numerous vague shadows lingered behind the Rain Curtain, and from the number alone, Ash and Sonia couldn’t even meet their minimum requirement to fill a tooth gap.
“Although we usually don’t deliberately consume a Mage’s soul,” Denzel’s voice rose from behind them. “We don’t mind letting our minions enjoy a feast occasionally.”
“Once I throw you inside, your souls will be torn apart by dozens of Void Realm creatures, and you won’t even have time to return back to reality, only facing with open eyes the agony of soul splitting, the despair of Consciousness fading, and the loneliness of Spirit annihilation. Your bodies would never wake again; you wouldn’t even qualify to fall into Hell, and would directly turn into a Phantom of the Void Realm, and I’ll greet you when I pass by.”
Looking at the Eight-eyed Weaving Spider in front of her, Sonia’s body suddenly tensed up, the air of death hit her face, almost suffocatingly heavy, countless textbook knowledge surfaced, interrogating her vulnerable soul.
After all, she was just an 18-year-old girl.
Sonia’s lips trembled slightly, a barely perceptible sob escaping her throat as she struggled to control the trembling of her eyes, desperately trying not to allow humble tears to form in her eyes. However, whether due to the spasms caused by fear or the struggles brought by the will to survive, her hands waved meaninglessly, searched meaninglessly, and frantically tried to grasp some life-saving straw that could rescue her.
When the Knight grasped her hand, the grievances in her eyes finally condensed into mist and flowed down.