Bear School Astartes

Chapter 892 - 874: Observing the Essence (2)

When facing the thunder, his feet never touched the ground. He twisted the blade and body with the technique of the Qi Flow Blade, wrapping those thunders and sending them back as blade force.

Thus, it is Thunder Return!

Since the thunder from the Qilin can at least generate impact, then use this power properly!

The ’crackle’ of lightning struck precisely upon him, no doubt about the Ancient Dragon’s control over natural forces.

And Lann, according to the techniques he had practiced before, controlled all these forces upon Aron Dite!

The gracefully curved blade, at this moment, under the massive convergence of lightning, shone so brightly it was almost transparent!

"Boom!!!"

The small fragmented thunders, when gathered upon a knife and then slashed out, those fragmented sounds had already unified into one massive explosion!

Mixed with this blade force and lightning.

Thunder Return slashed directly on Elderidge’s back, creating a waterfall-like explosion of black mud!

The giant’s shell was horizontally cut from the chest!

Even after completely severing the giant’s body, the thunder controlled by the blade force left a huge blade mark on the sturdy terrace!

Stones flew, dust enveloped.

The nearby Maggot Men were all blown away.

But this was still only the prelude to the real attack.

In midair, Lann’s cat eyes suddenly became deep and serene.

Black mud is just the visible power of Elderidge, to strike this disgusting guy, you must find what he truly cares about, his ’entity’.

Therefore, using Spiritual Vision is necessary.

Lann actually completely doesn’t want to use Spiritual Vision to observe Elderidge.

Spiritual Vision is a deeper, higher perspective.

And the fact that Elderidge once continued the world’s order as Lord of Cinder, plus the profound and terrifying strength attributes now, makes Lann feel it’s beyond his view.

But up to now, having fought to this extent, there’s no reason for cowardice.

If you retreat or fear in battle, failure and death are the destined outcomes.

Sure enough, just as Lann foresaw.

Upon activating Spiritual Vision to observe Elderidge, he immediately felt a sense of excitement and encouragement in his mind.

That was evolution caused by Spiritual Vision observing a sufficiently profound world and phenomenon.

But at the same time, Elderidge’s essence also began to appear in Lann’s vision.

It’s a dense, countless aggregation of humanity!

Humanity in other worlds has other definitions, but in this world, it’s a certain thing truly existing within the human soul.

These things look like abstract little ghosts, floating, swaying.

Yet they’re deep, bottomless black, with two eye-like light holes on top, expanding and contracting, darting around.

Elderidge ate too many people, Undead, these humanities accumulated within him, even the world-continuing Fire Transmission Ceremony, the burning First Flame, didn’t burn them away.

Dark and immensely deep.

Instantly, besides the instinctive joy of Spiritual Vision’s evolution, Lann’s mind began to experience the fear from being corroded by darkness, slowly being covered by darkness.

This fear is almost a bone-deep instinct - psychological construction, self-comfort... all useless.

It’s like forcing Lann to recognize a world tinted with darkness, to recognize... himself!

"Ah!!!"

The Demon Hunter suddenly roared in pain.

Lann had never revealed such intense pain in battle.

Yet even so, he still kept his eyes open, gripping the hilt of the Greatsword in his right hand tightly!

The dragon skin of the Extinct Dragon emitted a ’creak’ of being squeezed and rubbed tightly in his hand.

If it’s just pain and fear... then who do you think I am?!

Lann’s lips curled into a fierce arc amidst the cries, tragic and wild!

Finally, from the mass of black mud split by Thunder Return, Lann precisely slashed the bone white blade onto the many corpse remnants buried within the black mud, a skull with a white crown.

Despite the giant’s large body being chopped off, Elderidge seemed indifferent.

But the moment Lann’s Greatsword touched the white crowned skull, Muddy Stream·Destruction started instinctively ’gnawing’, and Elderidge let out the most painful scream since the battle began!

"Ouch!!!"

That representing his body’s black mud first became solid like a solid rock, then abruptly started flowing crazily!

Under the surge of black mud, Lann’s mind went blank, and he soon lost control of the Greatsword’s blade.

Muddy Stream·Destruction was flung out by the swirling viscous black mud, taking Lann, who was holding the sword, and smashing him onto the second-floor terrace railing.

"Lann!"

Klimte hurriedly ran over.

And Elderidge, now truly hurt, had none of the previous commanding presence, ignoring all obstacles.

Like a coward, all the black mud wrapped up, ditching the second-floor terrace he had conquered, falling straight to the lobby first floor.

MacDonald and Louis, the two archbishops, stood there dumbfounded as the situation took a sharp turn, until Klimte shouted to them from the terrace and woke them up.

"Take your master and scram!"

Klimte, who didn’t even know where his crown fell, supported Lann’s body with one hand, his lips under the speckled gray beard trembling with anger.

"Stay away from our Goddess! Get out! Take your followers, and leave the Profound Church!"

MacDonald knows there’s no more combat power or desire for battle here upstairs.

But it’s not optimistic on their side either, even their master looked like he’d been scared insane, hurriedly retreating, what more could they do?

The two archbishops felt bitter without words.

Originally, Rosalie in the Profound Church was prepared as a small dessert before heading to Ilyushil for the main meal after their master resumed activities.

Who knew this pit stop dessert would knock out their teeth?

So, the two archbishops could only follow up after their dignity and face-indifferent master, retreating out of the church.

"We...we’ll go to Ilyushil first, Master! That’s where everything planned ’table’, Shalivan will entertain you, this was just an accident...an accident!"

"There’s no need for us to waste time and energy here."

MacDonald, while wiping the cold sweat from his potato-like head, stammered along, following that incessantly moving black mud.

It wasn’t until they completely vanished from Rosalie’s follower’s sight that the three Winged Knights flapped their wings, landed on the second-floor terrace.

They surrounded Lann.

The Demon Hunter was already unconscious at this point, yet even with his eyes closed, thick black liquid continuously seeped from beneath his eyelids.

This is the price of seeing Elderidge’s essence.

"We need to bring him before the Goddess."

A Winged Knight echoed roughly from inside his helmet, and without further ado, lifted the Demon Hunter’s body.

Another picked up his Greatsword.

"This is the Goddess’s decree."

Without waiting for Klimte and Leonard to speak, the Winged Knights blocked their words.

Soon after, they headed straight through the gap in the opened grand door, towards the depths of that room, where the Goddess lay on the bed.