Chapter 110: Chapter 110

Translator: Sigma Editor: Sigma

In the Ashes Woods, a furious Sui Xiong and Shadow Devil fought fiercely, and the ice power and negative energy madly impacted each other, which changed the color of their surroundings. The sky was black, and the snow and ice were everywhere. The aftermath of the forces of the two sides turned the areas within tens of miles around the fighting place into a cold, dark and ghostly domain. Mortals would feel cold in their hearts even just by looking at that place; as if they were frozen in ice from the inside out.

Rhode panted violently, and he felt that his heart and lungs seemed to have frozen, and the air he exhaled was full of ice flakes.

This was, of course, an illusion. It was not him who could do this kind of thing; it was Snowflake.

Snowflake’s condition was very bad. The ice flame that she spared no efforts in blowing out was defeated by the Shadow Devil, and she had already suffered from internal injuries. She was further hurt and wounded because she used magic to protect those surviving explorers who escaped together. Now she had no strength to stand up. She could only rest on Gerrard’s back and let him run away, carrying her.

Gerrard had also been slammed heavily, but his skin and muscles were thick, and his recovery power was amazing. He really belonged to the kind of freak who would recover after using saliva if wounded. He was holding the tomahawk with a half-broken handle with one hand, grabbing Palin whose leg had been wounded in a fight with the shadow soldiers, and carrying Snowflake on his back, who was still paler than Rhode and had ice flakes and blood covering her mouth. Doing this, he was rushing with a large number of people who were full of fear and panic. He also had to stop and fend off the shadow soldiers who were constantly chasing after them, and fight for/ escape time.

Only he could do this type of thing.

“Rhode, you lead others to continue escaping!” He took time to shout to Rhode. “And I’ll stay behind!”

Rhode wanted to argue with him, for example, “You are more important than us;” but Gerrard apparently did not belong to people who could be reasoned with, or weigh pros and cons. Judging from his honest look, he was a stubborn person. So he had to clench his teeth and lead everyone to escape.

“Don’t stop!” He shouted, enduring the pain on his chest that seemed to break with every word he said. “Run with me! We must stay away from the battlefield. Even the aftermath of the battle between the God and the Devil will be fatal!”

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Under his leadership, survivors ran wildly and away, as far as possible from the battlefield.

Once the temporary village had completely been turned into a ruin, the irritated Sui Xiong was too bothered to think about the issue of why the Shadow Devil suddenly wanted to attack. He spared no efforts waving his tentacles and continuously casting spells. He was determined to beat his damn bastard to death, and he wanted it to absolutely die in desperation! In an extremely miserable, inhuman, miserable way!

Because he concentrated almost all his energies on this side of the battle, he couldn’t even care for the situation of his avatar. Either way, the fight between Hemsarah and Timsar was purely a war of consumption. It would not surprise him if they fought for ten days, or half a month. And since his friend was much stronger than the already half-dead guy, he didn’t need to worry.

But during the fierce battle between him and the Shadow Devil, there was a bizarre black light that suddenly appeared on the face of Timsar, who was pressed under Heimsarah. The black light spread in all directions and created a huge magic formation in a short time, which enveloped itself, Heimsarah, and Sui Xiong’s avatar that was watching aside.

Sui Xiong immediately sensed that something was wrong, but the magic formation had already started. He clearly felt that this was a large-scale magic formation of transmission, and would send them together to certain distant place; perhaps the holy kingdom of certain evil God, or a pre-made trap, or something else. Anyway, it would not be a good place!

Because of the slightly slow reaction, once he realized that the situation was not good, it was too late to stop the transmission. But the transmission had not yet been completed so there was room for salvation.

He took the opportunity to decisively and immediately communicate with Ray’s heart, using Ray as a coordinate, and forcibly invade the transmission spell with his supernatural power. He shifted the transmission target as close as possible in Ray’s direction.

Shifting it to his own body might have been more practical, but it was too far. action

The distorted transmission formation made a harsh roar. A moment later, along with a turbulent flow, three giant creatures had been sent to a shallow seabed. Sui Xiong immediately used a positioning spell, and found that the current location was not far from Gars City; probably about 30 or 50 miles away.

“Fortunately, we did not fall into a trap!” He exhaled, and spared some energy so that his avatar could also make a full effort to push the supernatural power into a cold torrent, which launched an attack on Timsar.

The situation was not right now. He could only rest assured as soon as the battle on this side ended.

In the middle of the main square of Gars City, another terrible drama slowly began its prelude, when Sui Xiong’s body and the avatar were in battle.

The mining ceremony was divided into three parts. Each church and organization separately led the team to parade in the streets, or preached the doctrines, or sprinkled grace, or made performances. Of course, simply throwing money was not impossible: as long as you were silly and rich, it didn’t matter how one played. Anyway, the most important thing was happiness.

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When all the teams were gathered in the central square, the city owner would preside over the start of the celebration, and then a prayer would be read out by the chief priest of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest. At this time, the Goddess of Harvest would descend grace, and cure pain for all the audience.

After the prayers and blessings, the ten young girls preselected in advance would pick up the most high-end geraniums that had been specially nurtured, and send them to the mages so that they could be enchanted. A public auction would then be held to sell the ten geraniums, which were called the flowers of Gars, and all the proceeds would be given to the grand Goddess, the Goddess of Harvest, who had given the people such a treasure.

As the only son of the city owner Joseph, and the most likely city owner of the next generation, Sean did not need to participate in the first stage of the parade. He sat directly on the seat near the center of the square. Behind him, there was a group of well-equipped subordinates with extraordinary dispositions, who had all kinds of tactics.

Because of his great strength, Ray was placed behind Sean. He could almost reach his neck with his hands and strangle him. Mrs. Teague was placed in a back seat, because she insisted on staying with her daughters. Ranke wanted to follow his teacher, but he was asked to sit in a back seat by Ray. Next to him was Steele, wearing a helmet as a pastor.

Steele originally wanted to be dressed in a seductive way in favor of the celebratory atmosphere. But considering the possibility of a big fight, it was not good to be too noticeable, so she could only wear armor. In this case, people wearing full armor were everywhere, and they were far less noticeable than an excessively pretty woman.

“If we fight, please take care of them,” Ray asked her.

Steele smiled slightly, and knocked on the sturdy breastplate twice with her metal gloved right hand; her was of saying, You can rest assured; it’s on me.

Ray smiled, nodded and came to his place.

Today’s Steele was really reliable. Well, even if she was not reliable enough, there was no other choice now.

As he saw that the scene became more and more lively, he worried, and couldn’t resist asking, “Mr. Sean, what do you really want to do?”

“Not something worth mentioning,” Sean said. He still grinned mildly and humbly, and whispered, “You will soon know.”

“I think I should know in advance,” Ray said. “This way, when things happen, I can react.”

Sean shook his head. “You don’t need to react with anything special. It’s nothing more than fighting. Isn’t that what you do best?”

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“I don’t like fighting at all! Especially this baffling battle!” Ray said angrily.

“I don’t like fighting, either. The fight is too dangerous. But I didn’t have a choice,” Sean said warmly. “You didn’t. We are two drowning people who are bound by fate on the same rope. If you don’t want to be drowned, then you must work hard to pull me up.”

“This guy!” Ray cried furiously in a low voice, wishing he could pull his sword out then and there and stab him!

Time flew; the parades of various organizations gathered, followed by a crowd of people, and soon they surrounded and clogged up the entire square.

Looking at the dense dark mass of people’s heads on the square, Ray could not help but shiver. Afterward, when they started to fight, maybe blood would flow like a river, and there would be corpses everywhere!

“Is it ok if we don’t fight?” he sighed and tried to persuade Sean. “Look, so many people are here. It will be really miserable if we fight!”

“What’s the point of saying these things? I can’t decide if we fight,” Sean replied with a smile. “Maybe you think you’re strong, but for me, you’re just a pawn that I can use with convenience. I, for a higher level of great existence, am nothing more than a pawn as well. As pawns, you and I should only have to execute orders. If we think too much, we will not only get no help, but also have more pain.”

“Are you willing to be a pawn and be used? And you must risk your life!”

“I won’t be a pawn all the time,” Sean said. The smile on Sean’s face disappeared and his tone became very determined. “Sooner or later, I will be a player!”

“You should survive today before you say that!” Ray said bluntly. “Generally speaking, people who are as ambitious as you die halfway through the game.”

“A few knights who are fighting to help their friends can live, can’t they?” Sean laughed again. “We are equals. Let’s work hard together to live. You for your lofty goals, I for my selfish goals. But no matter what, there is hope when we survive.”

“It’s a pity you aren’t a prophet!”

Sean smiled slightly and did not speak, but there was an exceedingly subtle and almost inaudible sound in Ray’s ear.

“Who told you that I was not a prophet?”

Ray was stunned. This was clearly a spell that wasn’t low level! And there were no magical fluctuations in the casting process. Obviously, it was used with superb ultra-magic skills!

Sean isn’t a swordsman, is he? He’s an extremely terrific caster!