CHAPTER 580: CHAPTER 392: THE SECOND EMBER KING

Elsa’s flames suddenly extinguished?

Without the flames covering her, it was only then revealed how much damage her reckless, unhindered style had inflicted on her body.

Her body was almost entirely covered in wounds, with some from the Silver Knight, but most caused by Elderly’s magic, and it didn’t help that Smough’s hammer had cracked the bones in both her arms.

If she kept fighting for a while longer, her flesh could probably be compared to Adam’s heavy hammer.

The scenario was horrifying, making Luluwo’s eyes show her heartache, but a greater threat forced her to look up.

The flames extinguished from their source, and the extinguishing trend climbed upward.

However, before the towering forty-meter flame blade disappeared, it clashed fiercely with Elderly’s attack!

The burning blaze collided violently with the eerie Dark Moon Power, and the sudden explosion of intense light blinded Luluwo for a moment, leaving her feeling the "storm" caused by the clash without sight.

The ground shattered, winds surged, the hall trembled, stones flew with the winds cutting into her skin, with flame’s heat and the cold of the Dark Moon interchanging like Groudon and Kyogre battling for weather.

This extreme change was unbearable for the only sane person present, Luluwo, as the iron chains she meticulously maintained couldn’t withstand the pressure and shattered in the icy fiery chaos.

Once the hall’s tremors finally ceased, the winds stopped raging, and her vision gradually returned, she finally could open her eyes to see who won the duel just moments ago.

And the first thing she saw was a dark protective shield resembling a giant egg.

This thing was reborn again....

This is the power of the second Ember King they currently witnessed.

The rotten flesh fouling the hall fell down, forming new enemies gathering shakily, beginning again with small characters like animated corpses, finally leading up to Smough, Luluwo felt there might even be an encounter with Ornstein, which would be pointless to fight.

The amount of rotten flesh in the hall seemed somewhat reduced, and after the first wave of offense, about twenty percent of the hall’s area visibly became clean, as the corrupted flesh there was turned into monsters slain in the first wave.

It felt like surviving five attacks could clear the entire place of rotten flesh, severely weakening Elderly then.

But who the hell could last that long.

Luluwo searched everywhere for Elsa, but that familiar figure was nowhere to be seen.

A huge shadow projected down from above, along with the sticky sound of a mysterious object slowly crawling, wrapping Luluwo in an indescribable horror.

She stiffly lifted her head, her body trembling fiercely.

Gwendolin’s face was close.

She could even clearly see the opponent’s dry lips and pale skin, as well as the evil hidden beneath this facade.

Black mud-like rotten flesh surged like a tide, climbing onto Luluwo’s body in an instant.

"Gwendolin" slowly opened its embrace to her, a dull laugh with bubbling sounds emanating from the rotten flesh, and before being ’embraced’, Luluwo distinctly saw the lips of the opponent moving.

No surprise, still that one line.

[Run...]

The feeling of being completely enveloped by muddy rotten flesh, one many people never experience, and it’s better not to.

Luluwo only felt utter disgust all over her body, being eaten away bit by bit, helplessly, even more bizarre than a cult sacrifice.

No way, I can’t let this guy enjoy it even if I die!

She gathered her remaining magic power to create a tiny Mage’s Hand, finding the explosive crystal in her grasp, a "divine artifact" exchanging one for one in today’s invasion environment.

While illuminating the explosive crystal, she spotted Elsa she had been searching for in the depths of the black mud, and she could only use one sentence to describe the other’s appearance:

She burnt out.

A muffled explosion echoed from Elderly’s body, but his appearance merely inflated before returning to normal.

"Crunch, crunch, crunch..."

Ordinary munching sounds echoed in the tranquility of Yanor Londo.

It was feeding time.

Simultaneously, in Sain Dungeon, the City Lord’s room.

Gong Qiying was sitting on the altar watching the recorded footage of Elsa’s fight with the Swallow God, his back straight and expression more solemn than before.

The screen was almost filled with Fiery Fire Blade Burst, an uninformed viewer might think they were watching the Ember King Undead Team, the special effects scale almost comparable.

After a while he waved his hand, shrinking the screen, pulling out several other images of Elsa’s battle recordings as well.

Looking closely, the crystal ball followed his habit of integrating modules such as the City Lord Panel, Available Monster, etc., into one interface, looking concise and clear like some kind of win11.

In the folder named [Battle Footage Archive], there were over a hundred separate folders, each labeled with a name like Steeran, Leon, Dal, etc.

Looking through Elsa’s past battle footage and the recent fight with Elderly, Gong Qiying fell silent.