It's over! Lula's pupils contracted, despair filling her heart.
Just then, a figure appeared in front of her, crossed swords clashing against the oncoming Cherry. An invisible field manifested.
Both figures were momentarily stunned.
Carl loosened his limbs, his twin swords dancing wildly.
Battle Skill—Gale Slash!
Layers of sword shadows slashed down, colliding fiercely with Island Master Cherry's fists; he didn't retreat an inch.
This wasn't because he was stronger than Sea God Hawke, but rather that Hawke's power was significantly suppressed on Flame Island. If they were on the sea or in any body of water, the situation might have been entirely different.
When Susan and the others arrived at the hall, Lula and Hawke were in an extremely dangerous situation. Luckily, Carl had intervened just in time to save them; otherwise, the outcome would have been dire. When she saw Island Master Cherry's appearance, she couldn't help but sneer, glancing sideways at Conni. "No wonder you always told me not to ask too many questions. This female Island Master must also be one of your sweethearts, right?"
Although Island Master Cherry appeared deranged, her tall stature and charming face definitely made her a woman among women. Being a pirate, she could easily trigger a man's strong possessive desires.
"...We did know each other before, but not in the way you're thinking," Conni's expression became somewhat unnatural. "I didn't say anything because I was afraid you'd misunderstand."
"If you don't tell me, of course I'll let my imagination run wild," Susan retorted coldly. "Who would've thought you actually had such an impressive lover? Why didn't you just stay with her then?"
"Ahem!" Conni coughed dryly. "Now is not the time to talk about this. We should focus on taking her down first."
Quincy, at the side, nodded. He flicked his wrist, gripped his Long Spear, and rushed toward the center of the fight. "Carl, I'm coming to help you!"
Although Lula and Sea God Hawke, despite their alliance, were still being suppressed by Island Master Cherry, Carl wasn't at a clear disadvantage.
Therefore, Quincy was highly confident. After all, he was a Great Knight who had advanced over a decade ago; his foundation was surely stronger than Carl's.
He advanced quickly but retreated even faster. A casual punch from Cherry made Quincy's face turn pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
"Everyone, attack together!" Hawke growled. "There's no need to reason with her."
"Exactly." Quincy wiped the blood from his mouth, his expression turning grim. "Let's do this!"
The several Great Knights attacked in unison, rushing towards Cherry. Carl also unleashed his Battle Skill at the right moment, launching a fierce assault.
The white-haired Holy Knight at the edge of the hall stirred slightly and murmured, "Indeed, it is a Magic Door passed down from the Holy Domain. The Goddess has not abandoned Her faithful or Her people."
As he spoke, with the addition of Carl and Quincy, the situation in the hall changed drastically. Especially Carl. His Constitution was second only to Sea God Hawke's, and with witchcraft weakening his opponent, he could hold his own in a direct confrontation. The rightful source is novel⦿fire.net
When the four Great Knights joined forces, even someone half-step Legendary was no match for them.
Hawke's eyes sharpened as he thrust his trident violently. The water that had imperceptibly gathered around Island Master Cherry suddenly exploded. The seemingly small currents concealed an immense power.
Cherry, pinned down and unable to dodge, took the full force of the attack. She immediately spat blood as she was thrown backward.
Not far away, Lula raised her hands high. A cerulean lightning bolt slowly formed in her grasp before morphing into a long spear.
Legends told that the ancient Dragon Clan possessed the power of thunder, and those who inherited the Dragon King's Fury could unleash the Thunder Spear at its full potential. This move was the trump card for generations of those who had inherited the Dragon King's Fury.
With a swing of Lula's arm, the massive bolt of lightning flashed through the void, piercing Cherry's body. Then the lightning exploded!
"Wait!" Carl shouted, but he was a step too late. He could only watch the charred corpse and shake his head in frustration.
"What's wrong?" Lula landed, gasping for breath.
"Nothing," Carl said. "On our way here, Conni said we couldn't kill her." He had been holding back during the fight because of Conni's warning, but unfortunately, the others were too intent on killing her.
"Not kill her?" Susan raised her eyebrows and shouted. "Why not? Are you too fond of your lover to bear seeing her die here?"
"..." Conni's face darkened. His eyes were fixated on Cherry's corpse, his lips trembling.
"What do you mean, 'damn it'?" Quincy began, about to make a joke, when his body suddenly stiffened. He looked down.
To his horror, a blood-covered hand had pierced through his abdomen and was protruding from his body.
With a furious roar, Quincy lunged forward. Though a section of his intestines was torn out, he managed to save his life. Relying on a Great Knight's formidable Recovery Power, such a wound, though severe, was not necessarily beyond recovery.
The expressions of everyone in the hall changed, and they instinctively gathered together.
They saw Island Master Cherry's charred corpse begin to shake eerily, contorting and then shoving the handful of intestines it held into its mouth—if she even still had a mouth.
The scene was horrifying and nauseating: a corpse that should have been lifeless was devouring the intestines of a living person.
"Look!" Lula's eyes narrowed. "The magma on the ground!"
Following her gaze, everyone saw the magma on the ground seeming to come alive, flowing towards Cherry's corpse.
The flame sculpture in the center of the great hall collapsed with a thunderous crash. Dense magma spurted out from it, also surging towards Cherry.
In the blink of an eye, a monster formed from the converging magma took shape in the hall. The monster's body resembled solidified lava, every inch of its skin shimmering with intense, flowing firelight, as if it could erupt at any moment.