Chapter 252 - 235 Blasphemer Blaspheming Again_1

Chapter 252: Chapter 235 Blasphemer, Blaspheming Again!_1

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Chapter 252 -235 Blasphemer, Blaspheming Again!_1

“Boom…” The shockwave of an explosion scraped just past Melaide’s forehead.

Fortunately, Melaide had been prepared. In an instant, he used his Spirit of Shepherd hand ring to swap positions.

He escaped from the Magic Cottage.

Had he been even a smidgen slower, he would have died on the spot today.

The enemy’s methods were extraordinarily bloody and brutal.

To think they would still resort to ambush at this stage.

Although he had escaped, the Magic Cottage, along with the preparations he had made inside, not to mention the resources he had stored, were all obliterated in the blast.

Melaide’s expression was as withered and decayed as a forest at the depths of the Ashen Land, burning to its end.

Originally, he had hoped to take one or two down with him before dying, using the arrangements in the Magic Cottage.

Now it seemed that hope had all but vanished.

“Great Saint Heir, do you see? This is the horror and cruelty of that Blasphemer!” Melaide whispered.

Just as Melaide was about to prepare himself.

The wind started to blow within the woods.

The already withering trees made a whooshing sound as their dry branches swayed in the Winds & Waves.

The wind swept across Melaide’s deeply lined cheeks.

Melaide gently felt the Shepherd hand ring on his wrist.

“I never expected that one day, I would have to release you.”

At the same time, the figure of Bervis Twain emerged from the shadows behind him.

Meanwhile, several Fourth-Rank Elite Wilde Wolves appeared from the withered forest, quickly spreading out and scanning their surroundings.

Count Oslyn, too, arrived as the Shepherd.

Count Oslyn Lawrence was not only a Shepherd but also possessed the Wizard Sequence.

His herding ability was geared toward combat, not cultivation.

Roar roar roar…

Howl…

The roaring Elite Wilde Wolves were as swift as arrows.

“Roar—” A low, abyssal growl surged tumultuously from Melaide.

Thump! Thump!

Two gigantic black skeletal arms erupted from his back.

Two of the charging Elite Wilde Wolves were ruthlessly smashed into the ground by the massive black bone hands.

Blood and earth were instantly ravaged together.

The other few Fourth-Rank Elite Wilde Wolves quickly moved around the massive black skeletal arms and lunged at Melaide in an attempt to tear him apart.

The roar from inside the Shepherd hand ring became clearer and clearer.

A black mist surged out as if it had a life of its own.

As the Elite Wilde Wolves pounced,

Roar roar—

Amid the soul-shaking, deep roars,

A huge black Demon Skeleton head, reeking of decay, twisted, dark, corrupt, and catastrophic, suddenly emerged.

“Crack!” It clamped its jaws around the Wilde Wolf in front of it, then sharply tilting its head back.

Gurgle… gurgle…

The Elite Wilde Wolf, like a young calf, was swallowed whole by the Demon Skeleton head.

The once-living flesh quickly turned into the essence of death, permeating the bones of the Demon Skeleton.

Immediately after, the two bone hands effortlessly seized the Elite Wilde Wolves herded by Count Oslyn.

Then the massive Skeleton Demon, which had just shown its head,

Performed a one-wolf-per-bite trick once again for the audience.

Burning in the pupils of the gigantic Skeleton Demon’s head were flames as thick as arms—the Dark Sun Candle Flame!

And this Demon Creature before them,

Was none other than the “Dark Sun Skeleton Demon,” a powerful entity born deep within the Abyss of the Dark Sun Dimension, of Lord-level.

Ordinary Transcendents facing such a Fifth-Rank Skeleton Demon Lord in this kind of godly battle,

Would flee as fast and as far as they could.

They had no business participating in a fight of this caliber.

But whether it was Bervis Twain or Count Oslyn Lawrence,

Or even Tuck, who was in the corner preparing his own methods,

They all just watched the scene unfold silently.

Having powerful methods was only to be expected.

Without powerful methods, how could one possibly become one of the Four Knights of the Dark Sun Saint Child?

“Roar…” The Dark Sun Demon Skeleton, barely able to keep its torso intact, suddenly clapped its giant palms together.

The ground effortlessly lifted into the air like a tide, reaching a height of over ten meters.

Wherever it passed, the earth’s rocky soil and trees were utterly crushed.

Even Tuck could see the power of the Dark Sun permeating throughout, ready to invoke Earthy Dark Sun methods on a whim.

In battles involving Spellcasters, the strategy of laying out methods was extremely important.

Launching a large-scale method right off the bat wasn’t about the attack; it was about the setup.

Then the Dark Sun Skeleton Demon took a deep breath and blew fiercely around it.

“Whoosh…”

The flames of the Dark Sun quickly rose.

Within the black earth and flames,

Bizarre and grotesque howling spread and intensified, making one’s soul tremble in fear.

At that moment, Tuck spoke up.

“He’s using his life to draw out this Dark Sun Skeleton Demon, but the supply efficiency of his life force and Origin Energy is not high enough.”

“It will take some time to release it fully.”

“Hit his real body.”

Tuck easily spotted the true weakness in what seemed to be a strong method, thanks to his Precision vision.

If Tuck were to summon such a formidable method,

He would prepare all the Origin Energy within the Ecosystem Magic Net.

At the same time, the curse’s preliminary and intermediate chants would also be ready, requiring only the final summoning to be performed.

Unnoticed by the enemy,

Such powerful witchcraft would be cast instantly.

Of course, this would need a powerful “Ecological Magic Network” to store Origin Energy and settle the spell’s syllables.

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