Chapter 288: Chapter 194 No!!! _2
And as a Second Rank, he had no power to resist whatsoever.
Yet, the doubts in his heart could not be dispelled no matter what.
A moment later, the dust settled.
Kushustan remained frozen in place, his blood-red pupils resembling lanterns slightly dilating.
Even though the ground around him seemed plowed, the young man in the center merely raised his right hand, wrapped in white gloves, to his lips and coughed gently, as if the dust had choked him.
Beyond that, there was nothing more.
Kushustan raised his head, about to unleash an angry roar.
However, the next second, in a distant corner, the body of a surviving Transcendent from the Heavenly Principle Church suddenly began to tremble.
Clutching his face in panic, he realized that what had been an intact body moments ago was now disintegrating and pouring out like sand.
Yet, those around him had no thoughts other than terror at the scene.
Everything that had happened that night had already exceeded the threshold they could bear.
At this moment, other than clinging to life, there were no other thoughts—who would possibly lend a hand to a complete stranger?
In a few seconds, the Transcendent from the Heavenly Principle Church ceased all movement.
Before everyone’s eyes, his entire body turned into fine dust, scattered in the air, leaving no trace behind.
What on earth happened?!
Not just them, even Kushustan’s scarlet pupils dilated slightly.
As a High-dimensional Demon, just as he was about to kill Lynn moments ago, His highly sensitive sense of smell detected something unusual.
He asked in a deep and sinister voice.
Upon hearing this, Lynn smirked slightly, “Quite simple.”
“If death is a destiny, then what I just did was graft the ‘death’ that belonged to me onto that guy.”
Lynn, who should have died, escaped such a fate through the power of grafting.
And the Transcendent from the Heavenly Principle Church was not so lucky.
Bearing Lynn’s “death,” he had no ground to resist and instantly bit the dust.
At this moment, Lynn Bartleion, speaking strictly in terms of combat power and value, was still far from being a match for Kushustan.
But what did that matter?
Sometimes, the factors determining victory and defeat are unrelated to combat power.
The Lynn Bartleion of this moment indeed occupied a higher realm.
If you don’t believe it, right now, those invisible threads surrounding everyone, visible only to him, are the best proof.
“Space Authority? No, in terms of fighting style, this is more like the detestable pathway of ‘Deceit’… are you a follower of the Prisoner of Destiny?!”
Kushustan seemed to realize something, his expression turning exceptionally dramatic.
This was the fifth time he had heard this term in recent times.
From the name, its existence might be related to his peculiar state right now.
It was just unclear what had happened in the past, as not only the puppet in the cellar but even Kushustan himself seemed to have a profound connection with the other party.
However, now was not the time to consider such matters.
Why? His skin, crumbling like porcelain, was the best proof.
Meanwhile, Kushustan, who had been immersed in shock, also instantly noticed the anomaly on Lynn.
After all, Lynn had only blocked His attack, not soundly defeated Him.
The “Deceit” belief is just like that, often possessing many strange and mysterious self-preservation methods, but its offensive capabilities are extremely weak.
In other words, it is a belief system that is extremely lopsided.
“Your time must be running out, right?” Kushustan bared his ghastly white teeth, his features fiercely dreadful, “You’re only Second Rank, yet you dare to meddle with the authority of gods. Frankly, you not dying on the spot is a testament to your strong will.”
It can only be blamed that Lynn’s current strength was too weak.
In other words, the container was too fragile.
Even if he had been a Fifth Rank Legend today, he wouldn’t have paid such a heavy price.
Lynn touched his cracked facial skin, feeling as if he were a malfunctioning engine, roaring at full power.
And the result of doing so, naturally, was falling apart.
Being able to survive a strike from Kushustan, as a Second Rank, achieving this without making sacrifices was impossible.
“You are right…” Sensing his disintegrating body, Lynn appeared calmer than anyone had anticipated, “So, I will make it brief.”
The next second, the youth’s glowing blue eyes turned towards the monster clashing and clawing high above.
“Kushustan, could you please step back for now?”
“Think about it, our relationship has never been about life or death, and the only conflict was just that incident in the Soron Mountain Range.”
“Compared to the longstanding grievances with humans, as well as the hatred and murderous intent towards the gods, I, an insignificant ant, really am not worth your concern.”
“As for me, whether the Saint Laurent Empire would fall to the Demon Clan, or what the future holds for this continent… haha, honestly, with the pathetically short lifespan of humans, these issues are really not worth my concern.”