Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 418 - 44 - Tragic_1

Chapter 418: Chapter 44 - Tragic_1

This was a battle of four against two, a conflict among legendary fighters.

The underground altar was the most important place in this temple, the heart of it all. Countless millennia ago when this temple was still in use, structures like prayer halls were built for ordinary followers. They would worship their deity in the prayer hall, receive teachings in the sermon room, and confess to priests in the confession room. It all seemed very orthodox, no different from any other temple. But once you descended underground, the picture changed entirely. Torture chambers, execution rooms, and numerous prison cells were built in the underground layer, all surrounding a massive altar. Danacus, the deity who presided over death, was inherently a very malevolent god who would often encourage or even entice his followers to perform ghastly human sacrifices to strengthen himself. The function of this altar was to transfer the power squeezed from the souls of living sacrifices to the deity with minimal consumption during sacrificial rituals.

And now, around this altar, a fierce battle was taking place. The pair of women who previously killed two opponents at the cost of one of their legs, were the disadvantaged party. One of them carried her crippled companion, regularly moving about the altar hall to seek opportunity. However, they used their accumulated experience and superb coordination to repulse their enemies’ grueling attacks, twice even almost turning the tables.

The advantaged party consisted of two men who had survived the skirmish outside the temple. After joining forces with two companions assigned to continue their work in the lower part of the temple, they frenziedly launched vigorous and more frequent attacks on the two female enemies, especially after they revealed their objective — the underground altar. Their fearlessly aggressive style gave the women quite a headache, making them more conservative about launching counterattacks that could inflict injuries — the more injuries they sustained, the farther they would be from accomplishing their objective. Therefore, they often gave up opportunities to seize a dangerous offensive, instead waiting for a better moment.

An hour or so passed, and everything continued this way, until a sudden turn of events unfolded. Sensing a sound from afar, the two sharp-eared women instantly ramped up their offense, understandably uneasy at the threat of an outside party’s intervention or possibly emboldened by the appearance of unexpected allies.

"Number 47, go check it out." The slightly unsettling mage within the heart of the altar gave an order, "Whoever it is, make sure they disappear forever."

"That’s my favorite thing." The man known as 47 was short and fat, resembling a giant ball, yet he possessed agility ironically deviating from his stature. Hearing the order, a sinister smile bloomed on his face. With just a tuck and roll, he’d already left the effective range of the two women, heading toward the direction the noise came from. The women looked each other in the eyes, subtly nodding before disappearing into the shadows. This action put everyone on high alert, prepared for the deadliest surprise attack.

"Who are the people you’re talking about?" Lina’s curiosity was driving her mad. Walking by Pannis, and continuously poking his waist with her finger, she urged him, "Come on, tell me, who are the people here?"

"You’ll meet them soon enough, don’t be impatient," Pannis dodged Lina’s poking fingers with a smirk, resolutely refusing to give away the answer prematurely. He snickered, "Patience is key for professionals. Even if someone only tells you half of it, we need to patiently wait for the rest. We can’t get anxious, right Catherine?"

"You can’t hide from karma." Lina showed off her neat white teeth and tried to look intimidating, "Next time Diana comes out, I’ll have her bite you. Then you’ll have no time to cry."

"Alright, no more fooling around." Ever since Pannis willingly returned, Catherine had been in high spirits. Seeing Lina pestering Pannis, Catherine finally remembered her responsibilities, "Lina, give his waist a break. I can hear the sounds of a fight too. We should prepare for battle, we probably don’t have much time."

"But who are they?" Curiosity can be a double-edged sword. Even though it can drive advancements in knowledge and technology, in certain circumstances it can also drive a person mad, as it was doing to Lina now. "If I don’t know, I think I’ll go crazy."

"You know, Pannis has already given you hints." Catherine shook her head and tapped Lina’s head, "Use your brain. He said that we all know these two people and that they’re both women. With these two criteria, there’s really only one possibility. Although I’m surprised they’re here, I’m sure it’s them."

"Lina is an idiot." Staying by Catherine’s side, Vivian took the opportunity to taunt Lina, "You can’t even figure out something so simple. The clergy should be ashamed of your intellectual capacity."

Lina playfully threatened Vivian with a clenched fist, paused abruptly as if a light had been turned on, and then said in a sudden revelation: "So, it is Passion and Indulgence, isn’t it?"

"Oh," Vivian sighed dramatically, shaking her head. "An answer you should have figured out two hours ago. Congratulations on finally getting it."

"I don’t have time for you right now." Lina, having gotten the answer she wanted and clearly in a good mood, didn’t bother retaliating against Vivian’s sarcastic remark. Instead, she flipped open a magic book in her hand and started tracing her fingers across the page, mouthing silent chants.

As they drew closer to the altar, the chatter of the undead mage and his command for Number Forty-Seven became increasingly audible. The girls froze momentarily. Catherine and Marcia unsheathed their swords and increased their pace, aiming to join Passion and Indulgence as soon as possible. Lina and Vivian were right on their heels, leaving no room for enemy backlash.

Entering the boundaries of the altar, the first sight that awaited the four rescuing ladies was a startling spectacle.

The first thing that caught their eye was a round sphere bouncing towards them. Behind this sphere, Passion appeared, carrying the crippled Indulgence on her back. Indulgence’s remaining limbs hung limply, her eyes half-open, and her head was resting against Passion’s neck, who was apparently unconscious. Passion had wrapped Indulgence onto her back with a cloth, and with her nail-polished hand balled into a fist, she stabbed the sphere’s back like a blade.

Behind Passion and Indulgence, a man and a woman were fiercely in pursuit, ready to launch a full-fledged attack at any signs of aggression from them. However, they deserted their plan to attack Catherine’s team and instead focused on taking down Passion, the legendary assassin in front of them as a priority.

What truly astonished the girls was Passion’s counter-strategy. No one could have predicted what happened next. Under the attacks from the trio, Passion suddenly shoved Indulgence, who was in a semi-conscious state, into the path of Number Forty-Seven’s attack. Passion lowered herself to dodge the assault from behind, slipped behind her attackers, and sprinted towards the undead mage at the heart of the altar.

"Damn it, stop!" The man and woman from behind exchanged horrified glances and instantly broke out in a desperate chase. They knew the undead mage had been casting a crucial spell. If interrupted, the spell would take over a year to cast again, an outcome they fervently wished to avoid.

Indulgence, whom Passion had thrown away like trash, unknowingly blocked Number Forty-Seven’s weapon’s path in mid-air. A dreadful sound of bone-shattering, followed by a garish splatter of blood as Number Forty-Seven’s club hit Indulgence, echoed around the plaza. The impact dulled the club’s speed, giving Passion the opportunity to sprint towards the undead mage.

"Damn it." Number Forty-Seven spat, shaking his wrist to shake off the now lifeless Indulgence from his club, and resumed his pursuit of Passion.

But to his surprise, the severely injured Indulgence, now resembling a broken ragdoll, suddenly floated up from the ground and silently approached Number Forty-Seven from behind. Clutching a thin sword in her only intact hand, she pierced his heart with a swift movement.

Number Forty-Seven’s scream alerted the enemies. They turned around, their faces etched with disbelief. Indulgence, who had just stabbed Number Forty-Seven, now laid motionless on the ground. Just then Catherine came into view, her Falcon Shield timely warding Indulgence from the enemy’s sight.

As for Passion, she seemed to have anticipated all these developments. Undeterred by the unfolding chaos, she continued charging towards the undead mage in the center of the altar, her dagger beginning to radiate a charged glow of aggression. (To be Continued. If you like this work, please vote and support us on qidian.com. Your support is our biggest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)