This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!
Chapter 275 Flame Liberation

Chapter 275: Chapter 275 Flame Liberation

Faralis moved with swiftness and grace, her burning greatsword lunging towards the Pope’s throat, its tip glowing red as if it had been tempered by fire.

The Pope countered with his left-hand greatsword, which flickered with an ominous purple halo, using the lower third of the blade to press against Faralis’s Flame Greatsword. The two blades intertwined, sparking against each other.

With a crisp clang, Faralis’s greatsword missed its target, grazing past the Pope’s left ear and severing several strands of his long hair while also leaving a scarlet burn mark on his cheek.

Almost simultaneously, the Pope’s right-hand sword, radiating a pulsing blue light from within, thrust towards Faralis’s lower abdomen.

Faralis halted her body’s forward inertia with her left foot and quickly leapt backward to retreat.

However, she was a step too slow. The blue greatsword, like a scorpion’s stinger, tore through the white fabric of her wedding dress, creating a hole and piercing her abdomen, leaving a wound an inch wide and half an inch deep.

Faralis frowned, her right eye squinting as she clenched her molars tightly. The impure flames of the blue greatsword surged through the wound into her organs.

Blood gushed out like juice escaping from a freshly opened bottle, while the skin around the wound began to mutate, with ominous blue patterns slowly spreading across her body.

"Oh..." Faralis let out softly, using her sword to prop herself up while her left hand clutched the wound, staining her white silk glove red.

The Pope advanced toward Faralis, his twin swords looming like giant scissors aiming to decapitate her.

Faralis snorted coldly, lifting her greatsword upwards and creating a wave of flames, while a fireball ignited in her left palm and was hurled at the Pope’s face.

The fireball, about the size of a basketball with a brightness like a car’s headlight, exploded right by the Pope’s face with a sound indescribable to Chen Ke, who certainly wouldn’t want to be hit by it.

The Pope’s figure shattered, turning into a purple shadow that soon dissipated completely. However, at the same time, a black shadow swept across the ground in an arc and materialized behind Faralis.

The shadow abruptly turned into a cloud of black smoke, coalescing into the Pope’s figure. His twin swords stabbed at Faralis’s back.

Faralis, having just finished casting her spell, hadn’t the time to turn around before the swords pierced her from behind—a muffled grunt escaped her as the blue greatsword exited from her lower right abdomen, and the other blade from her upper left.

"Ah... Ha..." Faralis groaned in pain, her eyes rolling back as she formed an ’O’ with her mouth and coughed up a spray of blood onto her chest and neck.

The Pope lifted his swords, impaling Faralis and hoisting her midair. With a clang, Faralis’s hand loosened, and her sword fell to the ground.

The swords’ glow intensified, their energy pulsating audible even to Chen Ke, as purple and blue halos intertwined.

With a loud "Boom!" the swords unleashed an energy explosion that sent the impaled Faralis flying through the air.

Faralis tumbled to the ground, rolling twice. Her white wedding dress scorched and tattered by the pulse, the remaining fabric clung tightly to her, stained red with blood.

The Pope walked unhurriedly towards Faralis lying on the ground, stood beside her, and inverted his blue greatsword, plunging it towards her chest.

Just then, a blue Crystal Gun whizzed by, striking the purple greatsword out of the Pope’s hand and embedding it in a nearby statue of the blindfolded goddess.

The Pope looked towards the door; it was the Silver Knight who had entered earlier, miraculously not burned to death.

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A massive murderous intent surged towards Chen Ke. Although he wasn’t sure if he could defeat this foe, it wouldn’t be good for him if Faralis were killed by the Pope.

If Faralis had really beheaded the Pope, then these events shouldn’t be happening. Because no matter how he looked at it, Faralis couldn’t defeat the Pope.

"So there’s still an ant that got missed... How did you learn the magic of the Black Ring Sect?" the Pope asked with interest.

"Just Google it," Chen Ke readied his shield.

"Hmph... You can’t think that you’re always that lucky, can you? If flames can’t burn you, let darkness devour you..." the Pope said coldly, his form merging into a shadow on the floor.

Chen Ke knew what the Pope was about to do; he began running in an arc, always on guard around him. He wasn’t sure if this was magic or something else, but he knew it wouldn’t allow the Pope to stay unrestrained underground.

As long as he kept moving, he could delay the Pope’s actions and prevent him from seizing the opportunity to strike.

Suddenly, the floor beneath his feet lit up with blue light.

Chen Ke gasped, and even clad in heavy silver Knight armor, he forced himself to jump forward, tumbling clumsily in a forward roll.

"Boom!"

A second after Chen Ke jumped away, the Pope emerged from the blue light, sword in both hands. Chen Ke kneeled on one knee, shield up protecting his body. If he had been any slower, his end might have been disastrous.

He placed his sword on the ground, his right hand grabbing a Crystal Gun and tossing it at the Pope.

The Pope instantly dodged to the right, allowing the Crystal Gun to whisk past his wide sleeve.

"Useless fool!" Chen Ke cursed under his breath, reaching for the sword on the ground.

At that moment, the Pope closed the distance in an instant, striking a sword at Chen Ke’s head. Chen Ke instinctively raised his shield to block, but he was sent flying, crashing into the wall with a muffled groan.

He fell to the ground, realizing that his left arm had dislocated, his shoulder drooping, and his forearm, bound with the shield, swinging at a weird angle. The shield too bore a deep sword mark.

The force of that blow would have been more than enough to split an ordinary man in two. Chen Ke took a deep breath, his shoulder making crackling sounds as he moved his arm to pop it back into place, then spat out the blood in his mouth.

"This is not your fight, Knight!" Faralis roared at this moment, her body floating in the air, wrapped in flames, her eyes holding nothing but the color of fire.

The Pope turned back, seeing Faralis in this state, he was not particularly surprised.

"That’s it... the offspring of the Flame Witch, the power of the Demon Seed, that flame... once burned fiercely in the Abyss..." the Pope murmured to himself, stretching out his left hand.

The purple greatsword, inserted in the statue, trembled at the hilt and then, with a whoosh, spun back into the Pope’s hand.

"That’s possible too..." Chen Ke paused, suddenly feeling a bit envious of the Pope.

"Knight... either run now, or help me slay this devil," Faralis said.

Chen Ke slowly stood up, his mind made up.