Chapter 193 Chapter 193: The Third Bloom
Chapter 193: The Third Bloom
In the darkness, the light from that towering pillar of fire still reached this place.
Providing an utterly terrifying deterrent for the "rats" in the gutter.
"A judge from the Inquisition... has it already... become this exaggerated?"
One person spoke, his voice dry, filled with shock and confusion.
He wore a damp, oily green robe, its hem adorned with coral and oysters. A few strands of seaweed-like messy hair obscured his face, leaving only one dark green eye visible.
That... was that a hand cannon? The scene it created was exactly the same as those caused by the hand cannons of the judges he had seen before.
It's just that in terms of power... it was slightly bigger?
Hadn't he only been scheming in Saltwind City for a few years? How come he couldn't quite understand the weapons of Iberia now?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
If they could really mass-produce such weapons, their Deep Sea Cult would have been wiped out long ago. How could they still be allowed to lurk in these dark corners?
Could it be that the last remaining Saint of the Inquisition had come?!
Carmen y Iberia—only he could possibly cause such a commotion.
But, although he, Quintus, was one of the bishops of the Deep Sea Cult,
That was all. There were so many bishops in the Deep Sea Cult; what virtue or ability did he have to warrant a Saint personally taking action?
"Are you afraid?"
A cold female voice seemed to carry a hint of sneer and mockery.
"Afraid? Indeed I am. But, lost sea fish, I will still go and complete what belongs to 'me'."
Quintus's voice was low, unabashedly admitting his fear.
"As for you, heh, you didn't persist on the path you were walking, did you? Otherwise, you wouldn't want to dissolve into the deep sea, and you wouldn't have come to find me."
"For example, Aeg—"
He vividly demonstrated what it meant to step on every single landmine.
"Heh, if you could appropriately reduce some of your nonsense, we could work together more harmoniously."
The woman sneered, not showing any emotional fluctuation because of these words.
"Of course, I will accept your jealousy towards my near-perfect self."
"......"
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"Teacher!"
Irene exclaimed. In that moment, she even broke through her own speed limit.
In the blink of an eye, she rushed over from the distance.
Seeing the remaining parts of the small building above completely turn into scorching magma, her tears were almost about to spill out.
Irene covered her mouth. She was a judge; she couldn't cry!
But her shoulders couldn't stop trembling, and a faint sob inevitably escaped.
"I... I'm not dead yet..."
Dario's weak, post-calamity voice came from the grass not far from that building.
The light in his lantern flickered precariously, as if it could go out at any moment.
But under the night sky, that bit of light still caught Irene's gaze.
"Teacher?! Are you okay?"
"Cough cough cough..."
Irene quickly jogged over, only to see her teacher's miserable state.
His hat was gone. One side of his mask was burned red-hot, fused to his face.
The right hand that held the hand cannon was no longer there. The severed end was charred, not a single drop of blood left.
Burns large and small covered his body; there was hardly a patch of good skin left.
"Hiss—"
Do I look okay to you?
Hearing his student's voice, Dario twitched at the corner of his mouth, but this pulled at the burns on his face, causing him to jolt violently in pain.
But this one movement seemed to trigger a chain reaction: the corner of his mouth twitched, causing his entire head to shake; the shaking spread from his head to his whole body; every part of him hurt all over again.
The moment the shaking spread throughout his body—Iberian expletive—he saw the other eight Saints waving at him!
"Teacher, your injuries are severe."
"Take... off... the mask..."
Dario forced out a few words with difficulty; his pupils were gradually losing focus.
"Okay! Teacher, don't give up! Wuwu... you must hold on..."
Thinking her teacher wanted to see her one last time in his final moments, Irene hurriedly held back her tears, her eyes red as she took off her own mask.
"F...ck... take off... mine! I can't... breathe... hah... can't... breathe—"
Seeing this foolish Liberi student of his, Dario was so infuriated by her actions that blood rushed to his head. His previously unfocused pupils miraculously regained their focus again.
I'm not dead yet! I meant take off my mask! Who wants to see your face one last time?!
"Ah?! Oh oh, okay, right away!"
The little bird was stunned for a moment first. She helped him up first, then flusteredly grabbed the mask on Dario's face—
Rip!
"Ah!"
A short cry followed by an abrupt gritting of teeth rang out.
This feeling again!
A single pull affects the whole body. The moment the mask was ripped off along with the blisters, Dario really wanted to die.
His only remaining intact left hand tightly gripped the lantern. He was really afraid he might lose control and knock this stupid student dead.
God, if I have sinned, please judge me yourself! Don't let this idiot torture me here!
Tap, tap, tap.
The footsteps weren't loud, but falling upon the ears of the two, they cast a shadow over their hearts.
Sure enough, Kevin's figure slowly appeared before them.
That Judgement of Shamash, which was like Death itself to them, was now quietly resting in his hand.
The barrel retained residual warmth but showed no signs of overheating at all.
A genuine Divine Key made of soul steel was far superior to any Inquisition hand cannon. Oh no—
"If you compare Judgement of Shamash to that thing, it would cry~"
"Don't even think about hurting my teacher!"
Irene hurriedly set Dario down and swiftly drew her rapier.
Her movements were fast; Dario's landing speed was also fast!
The Third Bloom!
However, this time, he didn't make any sound at all. His silence was heartbreaking.
Only his slightly rolled-back pupils indicated that his inner world wasn't so peaceful at this moment.
The instant Dario hit the ground, Kevin's eyebrow twitched. He had seen everything clearly just now.
Initially, the injuries shouldn't have been this severe...
He didn't understand what rule existed here that made the other party willing to risk their life to drive them out. But Kevin truly had no intention of killing Dario.
Rather, in front of him, if a target was meant to be killed from the start, then they simply had no possibility of being injured.
Ashes or alive—those were simply the two outcomes.
"If we delay any longer, he really will die..."
Kevin trailed off hesitantly.
"I don't need your fake kindness!"
Irene held her sword; her entire body was trembling. Only the sword in her hand was steady.
An enemy who could beat her teacher like this could naturally crush her like an insect with ease.
Dead either way; might as well curse a few more times before dying.
She racked her brains, trying desperately to come up with some more aggressive language.
But when it came to her lips, she could only force out these few dry words that couldn't even be considered a threat.
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