CHAPTER 793: CHAPTER 441 RESCUE (SECOND UPDATE)

Rod stepped out of the room, and outside Star Ring Town was a thick black fog as dark as ink, rolling over like storm clouds.

That heavy momentum seemed as if it would crush the tiny flame.

Rod was surprised to find that in just one day, the black fog seemed much thicker than before.

He walked to the boundary where the light met the darkness and gently reached out his hand.

The intense pain on his skin indicated that humanity had reached its limits, the black fog had penetrated the protection of his soul and was eroding his body, corrupting his soul.

Rod immediately withdrew his hand, only to see that the tips of his fingers had turned black, the residue of the black fog still twining around his fingers.

Even though he had left the Dark World and entered a space illuminated by light, it did not immediately dissipate but struggled like a little bug dug out from the soil, trying to burrow into his skin.

Rod felt a wave of nausea and furiously slapped his hand a few times before the lifelike black fog reluctantly dispersed.

With the continuous purification of humanity, his fingers soon returned to normal.

Rod’s face turned grim; he had never seen such a powerful black fog. Humanity’s protection was as fragile as paper before it.

Other than fire, nothing could protect him.

Rod glanced at the Dream Realm, in those brief few seconds, humanity had already dropped by 600 points.

The limit of humanity is a decrease of 100 points per second, which is also the limit of its protection. If the pollution exceeds this limit, it would erode him.

Of course, there are exceptions.

Mephit’s curse seemed to have no upper limit; it had once drained Rod’s hundreds of thousands of humanity points in a few seconds.

But under normal circumstances, to have stronger protection, one must consume the Flower of Humanity.

However, that is a very luxurious method, the Flower of Humanity has many uses, and it is best not used like this unless necessary.

"What on earth happened? Why did it suddenly turn out like this?"

Rod stared at the black fog, slightly puzzled, just as he was about to walk into the town hall, he suddenly saw a spot of firelight rapidly falling this way from a distance.

With a bang, the firelight dissipated, revealing four figures.

One of them was clearly a Guardian, clad in a Guardian Robe, with a triple flame symbol at the collar representing the Fire Crown.

Next to him were First Level Combatants, with the same triple flame symbol at their collars, only the outermost flame was not as large as the Guardian’s, appearing quite conservative.

Another was obviously akin to a First Level Combatant, the triple flame symbol at his collar was faint, and the outermost layer could barely be seen as a shadow; in reality, it should be two and a half layers, like Soron’s flame symbol.

They were jointly carrying a person who was clearly not a Fire Holder but a Shadow Warrior from Calier’s secret forces, wearing a black robe with a black sun symbol at the collar.

He was obviously not in the right state, his body was covered with black air, some parts had already begun to transform monstrously, long nails protruding from the black air, which was horrifying.

The light of Residual Fire seemed to make him very uncomfortable, he struggled violently, but was firmly controlled by the three men.

Powerful Spiritual Energy surged through each of them, not only controlling him but also protecting him from the erosion of the black fog.

The moment they landed, they burst through the door and ran off without even noticing Rod.

Rod quickly followed them inside.

Inside the hall, the Guardian shouted, "Archbishop, the situation with Black Claw Amora is out of control, partial beast transformation has begun, willpower is lost, he is about to awaken."

Rod was shocked to learn that Black Claw Amora was an Unawakened who chose to fuse with the monster to gain strength, though he did not know to what degree.

This type of warrior allowed the monster to sleep within his body, using its power to fight, hence called the Unawakened.

But once the monster awakened, he would completely lose his human identity, fall into darkness, and forever become a monster.

Thus, "Awakening" was the most terrifying word for the Unawakened.

In a flash of a white robe, Horus had already arrived at their side, a strong and solid bright light appearing on him and entering the unfortunate Unawakened’s body.

All members of the Holy Church had the Bright Light Attribute in their souls, which in ancient times had another name.

"Power of Bright."

Being an Archbishop of the Holy Church, Horus’s Bright Light Attribute naturally surpassed everyone else’s.

This clerical attribute had many functions, depending on the direction of training, it could heal wounds, restore, dispel plagues, curses, soothe the mind, and could also be used for combat, reconnaissance, detection, identification, etc.

Horus’s Bright Light Attribute had reached the level of perfection; he first helped Amora resist corruption, then soothed his mind, healed wounds, and restored life.

The water-like light flowed back and forth on Amora’s body, his black air slowly dissipating, revealing his tattered clothes and scarred body, along with his right hand and leg, which were almost transformed into beast-like limbs.

Horus sweated from his forehead, the white light in his hands grew more intense.

But the black air on Amora’s body never fully cleared away, nor did his right hand and leg recover.

Suddenly, Amora’s eyes snapped open, his pupils red, and he made a hoarse strange noise from his mouth; the little black air left suddenly increased dramatically, long black hair grew from his right hand and leg, and eerie and evil Spiritual Energy rapidly released from his body.

"Help me out!"

Horus suddenly shouted, and the three men immediately stepped forward, firmly holding Amora down.

Horus’s hand shone with a white light that became as bright as a sun, scanning back and forth over Amora’s body. More black mist emerged from his body but was quickly dispelled by the white light.

After what seemed like an eternity, Amora finally calmed down, the black mist dissipated, but his right hand and foot could not revert to their normal form again.

"He’s temporarily stable now."

Horus, drenched in sweat, took several deep breaths to recover.

"However, the situation is not optimistic. The Ancient Demon Wolf itself is very unstable. To choose it as part of his body, he was very bold; we can only wait for Lord Megan—perhaps he still has a way."

He paused, then asked.

"Which Unawakened is he?"

The Guardian replied, "The Seventh Unawakened."

Rod was struck by this. He remembered that being the Seventh Unawakened meant that the monster’s body constituted seventy percent of his body. This ratio was already very high, and his being so close to a monster, losing control was not accidental.

Horus fell silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Krama Nightwind, what exactly happened? Why has it come to this?"

The Guardian known as Krama Nightwind answered, "Archbishop, we were battling the plague spirits in the Plague Forest when the Spiritual Energy underwent a strange change. Subsequently, thick Black Fog converged from all directions, with pollution and corruption rising sharply. Numerous undead awakened, and we were trapped in a difficult situation; it was he who helped us escape from the plight, but he himself..."

The three fell silent simultaneously, as if mourning him.

At that moment, a badge on Horus lit up, and with a gentle tap, Megan’s voice emanated from it.

"What is it? Lord Horus, I’m very busy here. Unless there’s something very important..."

"There is."

Horus aimed the badge towards Amora.

"Is there a way?"

Megan was silent for several seconds before he answered with a grim face, "There’s no way. The corruption has penetrated deep into the soul’s core. The beastification process has begun, and the monster inside him has awakened; it just hasn’t opened its eyes yet. It’s over; destroy him."

"Destroy?"

The warriors, led by Krama Nightwind, immediately expressed strong opposition.

"Why? He clearly can be saved!"

"He’s a First Level Combatant; why give up so easily? Can’t we send him back to the Royal City for treatment?"

The light from the badge swept over them, as if Megan was looking at them.

Upon seeing the leading Guardian among them, he said calmly.

"The Indestructible Eye of Flashing Light, the brain of Krama, the Guardian of the Third Defense Zone, Lord Krama Nightwind, with your extraordinary talent and intelligence far beyond ordinary people, you have faced countless dangers, failed numerous promotions, and sustained serious injuries. Yet in eighteen years, you stepped into the realm of the Transcendents and became a Guardian. Your legendary story is not over yet; the later Chapters can still be written."

"But his has ended."

Megan paused, then continued.

"Amora, a boy from the slums with no talent, unable to pass the Fire Trial, was chosen by the inhuman voice of Calier because of his tenacious life and firm will, becoming one of the great vessels for Calier’s experiments."

"He took two years, underwent several highly dangerous soul transformations, and successfully merged with the half-dead body of an Ancient Demon Wolf, becoming an Unawakened, stepping into a realm close to that of the Transcendents, possessing the power of a First Level Combatant."

"But this power comes at a cost. He was constantly plagued by demons, with deep groans and chaotic noise tormenting his spirit eternally unless a miracle happens. He had no further possibility, and even his life was not to last much longer. In short, he was cannon fodder, and aiding a Guardian with infinite possibilities was his greatest value."

"There is no need to save him anymore; end his suffering. You can create a badge to commemorate his glory and merit."

Just then, Amora miraculously opened his eyes, looking very young with a somewhat green smile.

"Really? Can I really have a badge with my name and merits?"

Upon receiving an affirmative answer from Megan, his weak smile even became somewhat shy.

"That’s wonderful; I don’t know what to say. Thank you so much, Master Megan."

"Lord Krama Nightwind, my time with you has been brief, but it’s been joyful. My parents, grandparents, my whole family died in a monster raid. My biggest wish was to fight them, to kill them all, to protect our heroes."

"Today, I’ve fulfilled my wish. Please let me die; my bones hurt so much, my hands feel like they are breaking, and it feels like I’m becoming a monster... "

"I, I don’t want to become a monster; it would cause trouble for you, and I despise them, too. Kill me, let me return to the embrace of the fire, please?"

The hall was silent as a grave; the three said nothing, though their time together was very brief, they had formed an indissoluble bond.

Krama Nightwind looked somber, crying out, "Is there really... no other way?"

Horus sighed deeply, "I’m sorry, I’ve detected the pollution in the core of his soul. Unless there really is a miracle, otherwise..."

His hand’s white light sharpened gradually, and his wrist was slightly raised.

With a single downward stroke, he could end his suffering.

But just at that moment, a loud shout interrupted him.

"Wait! I have a way."

Horus looked up in surprise, seeing Rod striding over energetically, his right hand reaching into his trousers and pulling out a round, silver-white droplet.