Lord of Mysteries: The Cultivator - Chapter 10
Luxuriantly growing vines pierced the earth, searching for prey with a twisted posture. They swayed unconsciously in the air, as if an evil god’s tentacles had touched reality. Then, they found their target.
Puff-puff-puff! The wriggling vines shot out like lightning towards the zombies, humans, and “Werewolf” Fran Ruvio, skewering one body after another.
Subsequently, iron-black branches burst out from within the bodies like fireworks, piercing through the torsos! They were like blooming flowers of death, opening above the various remains and corpses.
“Not good! It’s a Mid-Sequence Beyonder!” “Werewolf” Fran Ruvio swiftly dodged the vines’ piercing attack and quickly glanced around. There was no sign of Quinn anywhere, and he was nowhere to be found from underground. “Damn it…”
Fran, clad in leather armor, quickly made a decision. Dark claws extended from her hands, and she charged without hesitation toward Bishop Utravsky, who was entangled in combat with the “Wraith”!
At this moment, the “Wraith” Jean Lakić, who had accumulated quite a few serious injuries, also seized the opportunity and let out a silent shriek!
Utravsky felt as if he had been struck hard in the head. Bl00d streamed from his nose and mouth, and his steps began to stagger. “Werewolf” Fran took the chance to close in, aiming for the priest’s head with both hands!
Just then, a cluster of green light appeared from underground at precisely the right moment and settled upon the priest’s body. In an instant, many of the hideous, difficult-to-heal wounds on the priest vanished, and the bl00d from his nose and mouth immediately stopped flowing.
Under Quinn’s healing, the priest was now back in peak condition, save for a loss of spirituality!
He firmly gripped the greatsword in his hand, quickly turned, and raised the greatsword to cleave down on the head of “Werewolf” Fran, who was too late to dodge!
“F*ck! I’ll beat your mother!” As her perspective was uncontrollably thrown upwards, this sentence became the last thought of “Werewolf” Fran Ruvio.
A female head with a hideous, despairing expression fell to the ground, and the life force of the body it belonged to dispersed amidst its spasms—”Werewolf” Fran Ruvio had been annihilated!
Now, inside the pale, bloody bunker, only the “Wraith” and the two bishops remained in confrontation. The roles of “Hunter” and “Prey” had been reversed!
The situation is bad… Jean Lakić quickly thought of a countermeasure. The priest was not his match in an exchange of injuries.
But to his utter disgust, the priest had a teammate who could heal, which was like a vengeful ghost hounding him.
The other enemy’s currently demonstrated Earth spells were not very threatening, but he might have unknown trump cards. Thus, he took a deep breath, crouched low, transformed into the illusory “Wraith,” and then…
Run! He changed direction, fleeing behind him at the maximum speed of a steam train!
However, at the bunker’s entrance, a dark and profound barrier suddenly appeared. This barrier rose from the ground, enveloping the entire bunker! He couldn’t dodge in time and crashed headfirst into it.
“I’m sorry, but if I let you just run away like that, it would be an insult to the people of the Southern Continent.”
Quinn, draped in a cloak, slowly “grew” out of the ground. He unhurriedly unwrapped the white cloth strip from the long staff in his hand, revealing an ancient and mottled bronze grip. He lightly stomped the long staff, and Clang!
A long, curved blade, radiating a cold, faint glow, extended from the staff’s head, forming a massive scythe. Its dark and profound color made Jean Lakić feel as if he was staring into the abyss.
Heh heh heh… Quinn felt the scythe in his hand wantonly spreading an aura of madness, which was corrupting him, its user. The illusory “Wraith” in front of him became “tempting,” and he felt a burning desire to tear him to shreds.
“Father, let’s take this bastard on!” Quinn roared, his eyes stained with bloodthirsty madness. He stomped his foot, sank into the earth, and charged forward.
The barrier cannot be maintained for long. I can’t let a Sequence 5 “Wraith” escape!
“Hah!” The greatsword in the priest’s hand was stained with the light of dawn, making its lethality against the Wraith even greater!
“…” The Wraith’s face was as cold as ice. He quickly pulled out a pair of scarlet objects from his bosom—a pair of jet-black eyeballs with dried bl00d on them.
The dark eyeballs seemed to retain intense resentment and malice! The remnant of a Sequence 5 “Apostle of Desire”!
After the “Wraith” took out the pair of eyeballs, a storm of desire was stirred up in the minds of everyone present.
Quinn’s vision went black. Under the pincer attack from the scythe and the eyeballs, the last shred of lucidity in his eyes was completely lost.
“Do you want to dance too? Hahaha!” He broke through the soil from behind the “Wraith” and charged at “Wraith” Jean Lakić, dragging the scythe with its cold, dead touch!
“Wraith” Jean Lakić took a deep breath and activated the power of Sequence 8 “Maniac.” He voluntarily relinquished his sanity in exchange for a comprehensive and powerful boost!
The priest groaned and half-knelt on the ground. The bloodthirsty desire triggered by the pair of eyeballs made him uncontrollably fall into the madness of his unbearable past. He struggled bitterly against the madness in his mind, temporarily losing his combat ability.
A single pair of eyeballs dragged the state of all three people present to rock bottom!
Quinn and the “Wraith” fought savagely. Every attack from the Wraith left a relatively serious wound on Quinn.
But Quinn instantly healed them. Only the “Wraith Scream” could inflict effective damage and cause spiritual pain to Quinn.
However, Quinn relentlessly swung the scythe, its dark blade.
Just a single graze on Jean Lakić in his “Wraith” state left an extremely exaggerated and difficult-to-heal wound, while also increasing his tendency toward losing control.
Left with no choice, the “Wraith” had to materialize his body and engage in close combat with Quinn.
The power granted by Sequence 6 “Zombie” was extremely terrifying, and the damage dealt by the scythe was weakened by the solid body.
Quinn gradually consumed his Spirituality due to the constant healing. The rapid fluctuation of his Spirituality briefly restored some of his sanity.
He changed his attack strategy. While attacking, the plants he spontaneously generated from underground also advanced, entangling the “Wraith” step by step, like prey captured by a spider.
The maddened Jean Lakić shrieked, struggling to break free. Soy-bean-sized boils appeared all over his body, bursting one by one as they wriggled. He was already on the verge of losing control, but the layers of vines held him back!
“Wuhu!”
Seeing this, Quinn lunged forward without hesitation, babbling incoherently. He swung the scythe, bringing with it an echo of dead silence, and sliced across Jean Lakić’s bulging, veined neck, taking his head off as well!
The materialized body of the “Wraith” fell heavily. The flesh on the corpse struggled restlessly, as if the lingering contamination from the loss of control had not yet dissipated.
Inside the silent, profound dark barrier, the corpses of all the zombies, humans, “Werewolf,” and “Wraith” quietly began to burn. As the black flames consumed them, each unrestrained soul silently dispersed, cutting off the possibility of breeding more vengeful or evil spirits.
Quinn slowly regained his sanity. As the Wraith died, the dark eyeballs, lacking a supply of spirituality, also stopped spreading desire.
The priest beside him struggled to break free from the illusions of the past and slowly straightened up.
The silently burning black flames reflected in Quinn’s emerald-like pupils. He sighed, pulled a strand of hair from his lush, green long hair, and tossed it onto the ground.
An infinitely tall cedar tree shot up from the ground. It cracked the surrounding walls, reached for the sky, and concealed the past unrestrained sins beneath its roots.
As the cold wind howled, two fruits swayed on the tree: one was illusory and profoundly dark, and the other was jet-black, seemingly mixed with crimson moonlight.
Quinn bowed his head towards the ground in front of him, put his hands together, and said, “The Mother’s embrace is the gentlest homeland in the world. May your souls be cleansed of sin in the Mother Goddess’s kingdom…”
Then, he picked the two fruits, turned, and said heartily to Bishop Utravsky, “Mission accomplished! Let’s hurry up and see what spoils we have! Otherwise, we might attract the attention of their angels soon.”
“Hmm? Why are you staring at me?”
“Nothing. Let’s hurry up and report to the main office…”
Bishop Utravsky took a deep look into Quinn’s lush, green eyes.
Those eyes held no warmth, only indifference and madness.