Read Novel Full Chapter 464 - Demonic lair (02)
Chapter 464: 464 - Demonic lair (02)
"Shit..." Sapphire growled, rising into the sky as the ground beneath her feet ceased to be solid.
Even Lucien couldn’t help but be taken by surprise, his eyes widening in shock as everything below him disappeared.
Qingyi’s blow created deep furrows in the earth and a crater that nearly swallowed the entrance to the mausoleum whole.
The defensive arrays collapsed and when the dust settled, Qingyi was more than twenty meters deep, his feet sinking into a bloody mess shaped like a woman’s head.
Her body convulsed, her soul destroyed by Qingyi, as well as her brain and, of course, her beautiful face.
Qingyi simply withdrew his foot, rising into the air.
"Ugh... did you really have to do it in such a disgusting way?" Sapphire asked, looking away from the blood-covered young man.
"No." Qingyi shook his head. A slight smile spread across his lips as he stretched, watching the other cultists, who were in deadly silence.
Honestly, they were lucky.
If there had been even one Immortal Emperor there, they would have been exterminated in a single moment.
’That’s not all...’ Qingyi repeated to himself.
It was impossible that such a miserable level of power would be enough to worry the emperor and even the church.
’This must have something to do with this procedure of being able to support a mana heart and a Dantian at the same time,’ Qingyi thought to himself, lifting his face.
"What are you waiting for? Let’s slaughter these bastards!" Beside him, Lucien’s roar echoed, his blade slashing dozens of golden cuts toward the enemy.
Celestia knelt down, casting a small blessing on her allies, while Aeryn also moved, her body glowing gold, taken over by the aura of the priestess’s blessings.
Sapphire, right behind them, simply raised her hands in the air, hundreds of ice spears appearing behind her before she hurled them toward the enemies.
Soon, all the demonic cultists were overcome by nothing but the deepest chaos.
The Jiangshi ran wildly toward their opponents, barely resisting for a single moment before being destroyed by the heroes’ joint attacks.
Qingyi, naturally, did not stand idly by.
He eliminated any undead or cultists that came too close to Sapphire and Celestia, drenching the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword in blood as he reaped one enemy after another.
Barely a minute of battle had passed before the cultists began to flee desperately. Unfortunately for them, Sapphire would not allow it.
She placed her hands on the ground, gritted her teeth, and then moved all her mana toward her palms while whispering in an ancient language.
Instantly, the world around her changed.
A powerful blue barrier surged from her body, expanding violently and encapsulating all the cultists before finally ceasing to grow and transforming into a physical barrier.
"Eliminate them quickly! I won’t be able to hold them back for long!" Sapphire roared to her companions.
Qingyi just nodded, receiving a second blessing from Celestia, feeling his body become much lighter and his mind much clearer.
That was... very useful.
Without further hesitation, he just advanced, using his draconic eyes to detect all enemies and, in a single moment, exterminate them completely.
When they were finally done, they gathered in front of the mausoleum.
It was almost completely destroyed, with only a small entrance leading to a bloody staircase, visibly damaged by the attacks.
The heroes just exchanged glances before cautiously entering the staircase.
It was dark and stuffy. A putrid, sickening smell permeated everything.
The moment Qingyi’s feet stepped at the end of the staircase, he stopped, a strange crack echoing. His boots sank into a strange, brittle texture.
When he looked down, his eyes widened.
Those were bones. All mortal bones, bearing terrible torture marks.
Looking to the side, he saw cells, hundreds of them, each filled with dozens of frail, broken figures. Their eyes were empty, and their bodies bore deep signs of torture.
From children to the elderly, and even pregnant women.
No one had been spared.
"W-we need to free them immediately! Celestia exclaimed beside him, clenching her hands and calling for a silent prayer, immediately casting a healing spell on those in one of the cells.
To her surprise, there was no relief in their condition; quite the contrary.
Their lips opened in miserable screams, their bodies writhing as their eyes widened.
Celestia shuddered, taking a step back and burying her face in Qingyi’s chest.
She did not watch as the bodies exploded.
"Come on, we’ll rescue them later..." Lucien said through gritted teeth.
He wasn’t angry at the state of those people; quite the contrary.
What made him angry was seeing Celestia like that, clinging to Qingyi as if he were everything in the world.
Why couldn’t it be him?
No... why the hell was this even happening?
Celestia was the Sacred Priestess, she shouldn’t be corrupted by Qingyi’s disgusting touch like this!
Lucien’s lips parted, almost releasing a protest, before he finally just looked ahead and nothing but ahead.
He would take care of these things when they returned to the imperial capital. If Qingyi had truly dared to take Celestia’s purity...
Lucien could hardly imagine what would happen, his body trembling with pleasure.
Yes, that would be a great day!
Soon, the group found themselves walking again, going deeper and deeper.
They encountered no enemies, only absolute darkness until they finally reached a location.
It was a huge pocket at the lowest part of the cave. The ceiling was clearly over a kilometer high, while the stony walls seemed to hold firm despite the tens of kilometers separating them.
The place was lit by candles on the floor, revealing tens of thousands of corpses.
In its center stood a single man.
Tall, with long white hair, blood-red eyes, and a handsome middle-aged face.
His eyes focused on the heroes who had just arrived, and his Qi spilled out, along with his mana, falling upon them.
From his back, dozens of tubes connecting his body to a blood reservoir broke, and he smiled.
Qingyi took a step back, feeling his blood burn.
That man was powerful, more powerful than any enemy he had faced in a long time.