That crisp, high-pitched shout echoed twice within the ground floor of the lighthouse.
Elias, who was preparing to dash forward at high speed, silently gave Bloodsong a thumbs-up in his mind.
"“Impressive...”"
He was utterly amazed.
Truly incredible.
He had indeed told the girl through the mental channel to find a way to draw that giant jellyfish's attention.
But he never expected her to have such a devastating vocabulary.
Not only was Elias utterly speechless, but even Old Ed couldn't help but marvel at this.
"“Damn! Where did this Dvorin learn vocabulary like that?”"
"“Even fifty years ago in the most chaotic pirate taverns, those crude, toothless sailors couldn't have come up with anything so devastating!”"
As the direct target of this mental attack, Sarah froze dead in her tracks at the top of the stairs.
A hint of bewilderment flashed across her grotesque face.
The phrase 'leaking soup' was clearly beyond her comprehension.
Sarah subconsciously looked down, glancing at the slime dripping from her lower body.
In the next second, boundless humiliation and rage completely shattered what little sanity she had left.
Those pupilless, deathly pale eyes snapped toward Bloodsong in the distance.
This was exactly what Bloodsong wanted.
The moment their eyes locked, the demonic spell erupted from Bloodsong's slitted pupils.
Scale Two spell—【Fearful Gaze】.
Sarah felt a loud roar in her mind. Her negative spirituality, which had been surging with anger, felt as if it had been doused with a bucket of ice water.
An irresistible, overwhelming urge to retreat swept through her body like a tidal wave.
At this moment, Sarah finally realized.
This wasn't a simple insult.
This was a trap specifically targeting her vision!
"“You two damned bastards!!”"
Sarah shrieked in fury, her voice as sharp as scraping metal.
However, Elias had already used this opening to close the distance.
The Wind-Chaser Boots kicked up a flurry of afterimages on the floor, and the Thorn Cutlass, carrying the bone-chilling frost of 【Frostbite】, was already closing in on Sarah's body.
She saw the cold blade about to slice through her flesh.
Sarah frantically channeled her spirituality to reinforce her soul barrier.
At the absolute critical juncture, she actually managed to break free from Bloodsong's 【Fearful Gaze】 in the nick of time.
"“Die, you vermin!”"
Sarah shrieked as a shield of flesh formed in front of her left hand once more.
At the same time, she pointed her right hand through the air at the charging Elias.
The Scale Three killer move, 【Visceral Misalignment】, descended once again.
There was no physical contact, yet Elias's charge suddenly faltered for a brief instant.
The familiar, stomach-churning agony erupted frantically from deep within his chest and abdomen once more.
The misaligned spiritual projection forced his internal organs to squeeze and grind against one another.
That unspeakable, horrifying sensation caused sweat to pour from every pore of Elias's body, completely soaking his clothes.
His face turned as white as a freshly painted wall, veins bulging around his eyes.
Stomach acid surged up to his throat.
But he did not drop to one knee like before.
Elias roared in his mind.
He glared with bloodshot eyes, relying purely on his massive reserve of spirituality to force his hands to stop trembling from the intense pain.
He even forced every muscle in his body not to slacken in the slightest despite the displacement of his organs.
Not only did the momentum of his charge not decrease, but it also carried a hint of near-insane resolve.
He stared at the flesh shield blocking his path.
Elias simply moved the Thorn Cutlass aside mid-dash and clenched his right hand into a tight fist.
The spiritual circuits inside his body spun frantically, and a layer of white icy light condensed over his fist.
【Frostbite】.
He was going to land this punch squarely on that shield.
Sarah was shocked when she saw this.
She clearly hadn't expected this human to maintain such a suicidal charging posture after suffering from 【Visceral Misalignment】.
In her shock, she whipped all the translucent tentacles growing from her body, turning them into a chaotic flurry of whip-like shadows that whistled through the air, targeting Elias's vital points.
"“Get lost!”"
At that moment, Bloodsong, her face equally murderous, rushed toward Sarah with her dagger and repeating crossbow.
Faced with this pincer attack, alarm bells rang loudly in Sarah's mind.
She tried to repeat her old trick, wanting to use her Scale Four movement technique, 【Mist Walk】, to relocate.
But she had already developed a severe psychological shadow from Bloodsong's 【Fearful Gaze】.
To ensure she would absolutely not be controlled by Bloodsong's demonic slitted pupils again during the casting process, Sarah made a decision.
She decided to completely seal off her vision.
She no longer relied on her eyes to see. Instead, she tracked the duo's movements entirely by using the hundreds of translucent tentacles on her body to probe the spiritual fluctuations in the air.
However, Bloodsong's movements this time were clearly a step faster than she had anticipated.
A cold, sinister smirk flashed across the Dvorin girl's exquisite and icy face.
She pulled out her repeating crossbow once more.
But this time, she didn't just channel ordinary spirituality into the crossbow to fire like she did before.
Instead, her left fingers expertly gripped a knob on the side of the crossbow and twisted it back with force.
After being turned to its limit, the knob immediately snapped back to its original position with a click.
Immediately after, a metallic locking sound rang out from the mechanism.
As the mechanism locked into place, the light at the crossbow's muzzle, which had been emitting a pale red glow, instantly compressed and underwent a qualitative change.
It transformed into a deep, dark red light.
The light was so heavy it seemed almost tangible, and the surrounding space even warped slightly from the intense heat.
Without the slightest hesitation, Bloodsong pulled the trigger.
"“Boom!!”"
A thick, dark red bolt shot out.
Due to the terrifying power generated by the shot, a visible shockwave instantly exploded outward.
The wind howled.
Wood shavings and gravel scattered in the corners were swept up by the violent air currents, flying everywhere in the room.
Sarah, who had closed her eyes and was about to dissolve into mist, felt her spiritual perception screaming with alarm.
To her shock, she discovered that she could no longer use 【Mist Walk】.
In fact, she realized her physical body couldn't even move a single finger.
In the shadows, some kind of law seemed to have locked down the entire space around her at that very instant.
It was as if the dark red bolt flying toward her with full force had already pinned her firmly to the spot in advance.
This was an absolute lockdown.
There was no escape, no way to dodge.
In her despair, Sarah could only pour all of her negative spirituality into her left hand.
She could only hope her 【Filthy Shield】 could block all of the damage.
Before Elias's fist, coated in 【Frostbite】, could fully land on the shield of flesh, Bloodsong's dark red bolt had already struck its surface.
There was no violent collision as expected.
The moment the dark red bolt sank into the shield, it sliced through it as easily as a hot knife through butter.
Immediately after, the bolt continued with undiminished momentum, piercing through Sarah's bloated, swollen flesh without any resistance.
Splattering blood in its wake.
"“Squelch!”"
With a loud thud, the bolt impaled Sarah entirely, pinning her deep into the stone steps behind her.
In the next second, violent infernal flames erupted inside Sarah's body.
The fire instantly ignited her spirituality.
Those dozen or so translucent tentacles that had already swung into the air, about to impale Elias, were ignited by the infernal fire spreading along her spiritual pathways.
Before they could even touch the hem of Elias's clothes, they crackled and popped in mid-air, reduced to a flurry of gray ash in the blink of an eye.
"“Aaaah! My Lord! Damn it!!”"
Sarah's face twisted completely from the extreme pain, the flesh buds on her grotesque face melting in the flames.
She thought it was over.
She thought that as long as she survived this wave of fire, she would be able to free her hands and deal with Elias's follow-up attack with all her strength.
Unfortunately, she had still underestimated the methods of this demon descendant.
The dark red bolt pinned deep into the steps behind her suddenly began to tremble violently.
With a sharp crack, the void around the bolt shattered like a fragile pane of glass.
It actually opened a portal behind her, connecting directly to the inferno of Calovius.
In the blink of an eye,
Accompanied by a thick stench of sulfur and demonic whispers, countless crimson arms covered in sharp claws greedily reached out from the portal.
These arms were densely packed.
Under Sarah's terrified gaze, they tightly grabbed her limbs, head, and torso.
No matter how she struggled or channeled the spirituality in her body, those arms held her completely fast like molten iron, leaving her unable to move even an inch.
"“You damned vermin!”"
Pinned firmly to the steps by countless hellish hands, Sarah was thrown into utter despair.
Her face, burned beyond recognition, was a mask of pure madness.
"“The Lord will not let me die!!”"
She cursed loudly, her voice echoing in the empty lighthouse.
But she could only watch helplessly as Elias's long-charged fist, coated in 【Frostbite】, slammed heavily onto the shield of flesh.
The power of the frost climbed frantically onto the shield's surface like a rising tide.
In an instant, that disgusting shield of rotting flesh was frozen solid under the baptism of extreme cold energy, turning into a block of lifeless ice.
Cold mist drifted through the air.
Yet in her despair, Sarah seemed to spot a glimmer of hope.
Even though the shield was frozen, its structure was still intact!
"“You can't break my shield!!”"
"“Hahahahaha!!”"
Sarah screamed hysterically, her laughter filled with the madness of a survivor and disdain for the two of them.
"“You filthy lackeys of the gods...”"
She screamed hysterically, but before she could finish, another infernal hand reached out and clamped tightly over her mouth.
Stifling the rest of her foul words back into her throat.
She could only make muffled, terrified whimpers.
The wind fell still at this moment.
Elias gripped the Thorn Cutlass with both hands, the white light of 【Frostbite】 shining brilliantly upon it.
Enduring the immense pain in his abdomen, the muscles in his arms bulging against his sleeves, he thrust the tip of the blade toward the shield with all his might.
"“Shatter!”"
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