SEC Chapter 218 The Descendant That Tears Apart the Red Sea
Chapter 218 The Descendant That Tears Apart the Red Sea
Shen Xinglin knelt down beside the hole in the deck.
The lance had broken into three pieces, and the tip had somehow flown off.
His armor was riddled with holes, and blood dripped down his chainmail.
Wen Yue crouched behind the mast.
The barrel of the World-Destroying Thunder Crossbow was burning red-hot, and when she tried to pull the bowstring, blisters formed on her fingers.
The crossbow bolts have all been fired.
Behind them, Zhao Leiguang lay on the slanted deck.
The S-grade Gluttonous Energy Devouring Heavy Shield was stuck in the wooden plank, and it was full of cracks.
A holy light crystal pillar as thick as a large bowl was inserted into Zhao Leiguang's chest, and the crystal was growing into his blood vessels.
Su Yunqing knelt beside him, her hands pressed against Zhao Leiguang's chest, her hands covered in blood.
The light bestowed by Yao Guang was so bright it was blinding.
The overflowing healing, which had just transformed into a shield, was shredded by the crystal pillar.
"Lei Guang, don't sleep."
Su Yunqing's voice was hoarse, and tears mixed with blood hung on her face.
"Please don't close your eyes."
Zhao Leiguang's breathing was like a broken bellows; he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
It was very bright in mid-air.
Three white light sources hovered below the clouds; they were three six-winged angels.
Its features were perfect, but at the base of its pure white wings, dark red chunks of flesh writhed.
Thick tentacles emerged from beneath the robe, waving in the air, dripping slime into the sea with a hissing, corrosive sound.
They looked at the wrecked ship.
The six-winged angel in the middle raised his right hand, and holy light gathered in his palm, condensing into a ten-meter-long spear of holy light.
The spearhead was aimed at Zhao Leiguang's chest.
"heresy."
The angel's voice was cold, like it was synthesized.
"To the Lord's stomach."
The spear was thrown.
A white streak was left in the air, heading straight for the deck.
Shen Xinglin tried to grab the broken gun barrel to block, but his leg bone was broken, and he couldn't stand up. He fell into the blood.
Wen Yue closed her eyes and hurled the crossbow into the sky.
Su Yunqing threw herself onto Zhao Leiguang, trying to use her back to block him.
It's too late.
Suddenly, a crisp sound burst from the air above the sea.
A dark red crack appeared in the space.
A hand emerged from the crack; it was fair, with distinct knuckles, and the back of the hand was covered with black lines.
The hand reached out and gripped the holy light spear tightly.
The spear tip was less than three inches from Su Yunqing's back.
The holy light on the spear flashed, as if trying to break free.
The five fingers of that hand clenched.
"Click".
A crisp sound.
The Holy Light Spear shattered into dust.
Black mist emerged from between their fingers, completely swallowing up the remaining light.
Lu Yan stepped out of the spatial rift, his military boots landing on the blood-stained deck.
He glanced at Shen Xinglin on the ground, then at Wen Yue, and finally fixed his gaze on Zhao Leiguang, his eyes cold.
Xiao Qianyu emerged from the crack, twirling the Dragon King Halberd halfway in her hand before pointing it towards the sky.
Lin Chuxue followed and came out. A blood-red magic circle spread out under her feet, staining a patch of sea red.
"Brother Yan..."
Su Yunqing raised her head, her eyes bloodshot.
Lu Yan didn't speak. He turned around and pulled a dark red staff out of the void. A blood-red crystal was jumping at the head of the staff.
[S-Rank - Blood Pool Howling Staff]
Lu Yan tossed the staff to Lin Chuxue.
"Form ranks."
Lu Yan's voice was very flat.
"Protect them."
Lin Chuxue caught the staff, and as soon as she got it, a surge of blood energy rushed up to her.
She gritted her teeth and slammed the end of her cane heavily onto the deck.
A dark red shield appeared, covering the people on the ship.
"Leave the rest to me."
Lu Yan turned around, looked up at the three six-winged angels, and the black lines on the back of his right hand began to climb up his arm.
The three angels in heaven did not move.
They saw Lu Yan and the black lotus in his hand, but they did not flee.
On those three faces, a fanatical expression appeared.
The tentacles beneath the wings writhed even more violently, the chunks of flesh squeezing against each other and making a rubbing sound.
"The situation has changed."
The angel on the left spoke.
"The blood sacrifice is complete."
The angel on the right then spoke.
The angel in the middle spread its arms, and the holy light around it began to dissipate, showing no intention of defense whatsoever.
It's like a sacrifice.
Lu Yan narrowed his eyes, recalling Amaterasu's words.
The southern route is a trap.
This blood sacrifice wasn't about killing anyone; it was about luring him here.
Bring this black lotus over.
Lu Yan exerted force with his feet, preparing to go up and crush the three puppets directly.
Just as he was about to jump up, Su Yunqing's distorted scream came from inside the shield.
"Brother Yan!"
Lu Yan suddenly turned around.
The holy light crystal pillar on Zhao Leiguang's chest went berserk.
The previously suppressed crystals suddenly sprouted countless fine crystalline spikes, piercing the skin and stabbing directly into the heart along the blood vessels!
Zhao Leiguang's body twitched, his eyes rolled upwards, and he couldn't even cough up black blood anymore; he was about to die.
The healing aura in Su Yunqing's hand was pierced by the crystal and scattered.
Lu Yan stopped what he was doing, his right foot leaving cracks on the floor.
He turned and rushed back into the shield.
"Get out of the way."
Lu Yan knelt beside Zhao Leiguang, his index and middle fingers joined together, the petals of the black lotus gathering at his fingertips.
He inserted his fingers into the wound in Zhao Leiguang's chest.
The splattered blood was hot, but the crystals were even colder, carrying a chilling aura.
Lu Yan's fingers touched the wildly growing cluster of crystalline thorns, only half a centimeter away from his heart.
"swallow."
Lu Yan uttered a single word.
The black lotus at the fingertips began to peel away the holy light energy from the crystal.
Zhao Leiguang let out a muffled groan, his body arching like a shrimp.
Lu Yan pressed down hard on his shoulder, and the black energy pulled out along the wound, ripping out the crystals that had already pierced his blood vessels.
Above them, the three six-winged angels had no attack shields; they were self-melting.
White feathers fell and burned in mid-air, while the tentacles on its back twisted into a large lump of flesh.
The holy light on the sea surface began to distort, turning into a blinding dark gold.
"The Lord is watching."
Synthetic sounds echoed in the clouds.
The bodies of the three six-winged angels completely collapsed, turning into three pillars of light that shot into the sky.
A large hole appeared in the clouds.
An eye emerged from the hole, a huge eye without a pupil, filled with countless gears and compound eyes.
It stared at the wrecked ship below, and at Lu Yan, who was rescuing people.
Lu Yan didn't look up. The oppressive feeling was much stronger than Amaterasu's projection, but he didn't even blink. All his attention was on Zhao Leiguang's heart.
"Want to grow longer?"
Lu Yan noticed that the crystal at his fingertips was still struggling, and the giant eye in the sky was supplying energy to the crystal.
He snorted coldly.
The black lotus petals fully opened, and the Void Law was poured into Zhao Leiguang's veins.
The crystal spikes were severed, turning into energy that flowed back into Lu Yan's body through his fingers.
The mana I used on the northern route is being rapidly replenished.
If you dare to give it to me, I dare to take it.
The crystal pillar on Zhao Leiguang's chest made a crisp sound and completely shattered into a puddle of white powder, which was swept away by the black energy and disappeared.
The heart was saved and started beating again.
Lu Yan withdrew his hand and flicked the blood from his fingertips.
Su Yunqing immediately rushed over, using the full power of the Gift of Yao Guang to seal the wound.
Lu Yan stood up.
The giant eye in the sky turned, and a gale swept across the sea, sucking up the dark red seawater and forming several huge waterspouts.
"What...is that?"
Wen Yue leaned against the mast, her knuckles white as she gripped the crossbow handle.
Xiao Qianyu planted her halberd on the ground, looked up at the sky, and her face was very tense.
Lu Yan shook his right hand, and half of his magic power returned.
On the Black Lotus Zen Master's panel, several skills were lit up.
He looked at the eye in the sky.
"Whatever it is."
Lu Yan raised his hand, and the black lines reappeared on the back of his hand.
"This place doesn't accept garbage."
He stepped out of the shield and stood in the wind, the area of the god-level war aura silently expanding beneath his feet.