Ashes Of Deep Sea-Chapter 329 - 333 Making a Move

Chapter 329: Chapter 333: Making a Move

Chapter 329: Chapter 333: Making a Move

A vigorous and spirited cleave, infused with the cold northern wind and the thunderous might from the storm, brought with it a sense of pleasure from the release of pressure. Fenna leapt high into the air, her hands forming the illusion of a frost blade, which she ferociously brought down in the chilly radiance of the Creation of the World.

The air was torn asunder, the nearby currents severely distorted by the high temperatures, and the descending blade began to show a plasma-like texture halfway down. Like fierce flames entwined around the frost-condensed blade, the spectacle of intertwining ice and fire was so bizarrely beautiful that even the fiend-like Heretics seemed evidently taken aback for a moment.

For the Annihilating Priest, this was supposed to be a successful ambush. He had discovered the uninvited guest beforehand and, drawing upon the power of curses, concealed his own presence. His body, highly symbiotic with the demon, could even stop his breathing and heartbeat for a short time—but for some reason, his perfect concealment was unexpectedly revealed, alerting his target.

The prey, who should have been the target, had now become a fierce beast counterattacking valiantly—and this beast’s strength greatly exceeded his expectations.

The massive blade, carrying tremendous force, came crashing down. The Annihilating Priest, caught off-guard, could only let out a strange, sharp screech, a powerful curse woven within. Layers of black carapace and shields as hard as rock instantly rose from all directions to block Fenna’s plummeting path. At the same time, the Profound Demon, assembled from jagged bone fragments under the drive of a contract, positioned itself in front of its master, opening its maw towards Fenna, preparing to unleash a powerful corrosive Breath.

It was not until this moment that the skeleton demon’s form clearly materialized from the shadows—a colossal Abyssal Hound, one size larger than a dog.

Fenna had no intention of slowing down or dodging.

“Boom!”

A loud explosion shattered the quiet of the night, intermingled with a series of sharp, grating noises.

With a single leap, Fenna destroyed the energy barrier summoned by the Profound Demons, the rock shield, and along with it, the corrosive Breath and half of the demon’s head—smashing them all into debris scattered across the sky.

The shockwave swept through the alley like a fierce wind, instantly clearing dust and smoke, leaving the Abyssal Hound with only half a head, howling as it was thrown backward. The Symbiotic Chains also dragged the Annihilating Priest a dozen meters away; they rolled on the ground for a while before struggling to get up.

The Heretic Priest, whose body was twisted and mutated, trembled violently, as the impact from the heavy damage to his Symbiotic Demon impaired his ability to think—his deformed body hunched in the dim light, and it was hard to tell who was the demon and who was once human.

The Abyssal Hound staggered to its feet as well. Despite losing half its head, the demon’s strong vitality meant it was not yet dead. It growled chaotically at Fenna, but pieces of its damaged bone continuously clattered to the ground.

Expressionless, Fenna walked forward, discarding the shattered frost longsword in her hand.

It was meant to be disposable anyway, crafted solely for a spectacular, perfect cleave. Now, its mission was complete.

The Annihilating Priest, struggling to raise his head, tried his utmost to regain clarity, muttering complex demonic incantations.

The power of the curse materialized before him, a corrupt mass of bone and stone emerging from the air and whistling towards Fenna like a cannonball.

Fenna raised her hand and caught the “cannonball” squarely, disregarding the wisps of smoke rising from her palm, and without slowing down, she stepped forward briskly. With her other hand, she grasped the half-head of the dazed Abyssal Hound and stuffed the “corrupt missile” into the exposed neck cavity of the demon.

The Profound Demon struggled violently on instinct, but its steam-tank overturning strength could not budge Fenna’s arm. During its struggles, the remaining half of its head was torn off by the demon itself, while the “corrupt missile,” summoned by the demon’s own power, was forcefully stuffed into its belly by Fenna. The layers of bone within the demon cracked distinctively, one after another, before rapidly filling with bright flashes.

Fenna kicked the demon, primed to explode, sending it soaring away, then casually grabbed the nearby Annihilating Priest and hoisted him up like a shield.

The priest had no time to comprehend what happened in the lightning-fast exchange.

With a thunderous bang, the kicked Abyssal Hound exploded in mid-air, sending bone fragments flying wildly through the alley like shrapnel. The Annihilating Priest in Fenna’s hands was instantly riddled with holes.

Yet he was not dead, just convulsing and curling up in acute and rapid pain.

The whole clash was extremely brief.

“Your Symbiotic Demon is dead, and judging by the extent to which your body has mutated, you have about six minutes left to live,” Fenna nonchalantly dropped the Cult Priest onto the ground, stepping on the spot that resembled a head, “I know you types would never utter half a word even if spared, but I’ve decided to give it a try—you have three minutes to give your last words. This will determine how you spend your final three.”

On the other side, Alice, who had remained at the entrance to the alley, was even more baffled. She merely widened her eyes watching Fenna battle an enemy who suddenly emerged, incidentally destroying something that resembled a distant relative of a dog, and then it seemed like the Assailant was about to be done for.

Although she didn’t understand what had transpired, it was clear Fenna was strong.

So the doll-like miss clapped her hands joyfully, “Miss Fenna, you’re amazing!”

And it was in this moment of distraction that she seemed to forget there were still a few “threads” lingering underneath the streetlight across from her.

The air near the entrance to the alley twisted slightly.

The second assailant was hidden in the shadows.

Fenna’s confrontation with the Annihilating Priest was too rapid, the developments in the alley exceeded the assailants’ expectations, and the Annihilating Priest’s accomplice had no chance to come to the rescue—now, the concealed second heretic had just arrived, but at an unfortunate time.

Together with the distortion of the air, a short yet sturdy figure appeared near Alice; he had rushed over, only to see that in the depths of the alley, Fenna had already placed her foot on the head of the Annihilating Priest.

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The heretic paused, looked up at the brutal scene inside, then turned to glance at the blonde woman next to him who had just come to her senses, looking curiously in his direction.

The next second, the short, sturdy man turned and ran without hesitation.

But after only two steps, he heard a voice from behind, “Hey! Wait!”

Suddenly, he felt as if something had tugged at him—the pulling force was on all his joints, making him feel as if he were being restrained by a mighty force, coming to a halt.

The heretic turned in surprise and fear; he saw black smoke rising beside him in the air, his Symbiotic Demon seemed to struggle to materialize and counterattack but was as if pressed down by something in the shadows and simply could not take form. He continued to turn his head, only to see the blonde-haired, long-skirted woman looking at him, her hand stretched out into thin air, as if invisibly clutching something.

“Don’t go just yet,” Alice said, holding the “thread,” staring at the heretic trying to escape, and trying to make her expression more intimidating, “The captain said, people like you are bad, shouldn’t be let go—you’ll harm others.”

Not far away, the heretic who had just run out of the alley was suspended in mid-air in a bizarre and ridiculous pose, his head twisted to a terrifying angle, fearfully looking at the blonde woman at the alley entrance. Driven by the instinct to survive, he seemed to break free a bit from that “dragging” sensation, and so he immediately shook his wrist with all his might.

A rune-engraved paper prepared in advance slipped from his sleeve.

“Choose life… and consume…”

He struggled to voice out, his throat mixed with obscure demonic murmurs; the pre-stored magic spell activated, and the rune paper ignited before even hitting the ground, starting to seek its target as commanded by its master.

Every living person within a certain range.

The rune paper rapidly burned to ashes amidst the flames, and nothing happened.

The heretic’s eyes widened with terror and disbelief at the scene.

A short distance away, Alice also widened her eyes, puzzled by what had transpired.

She neither breathed nor had a heartbeat.

And she didn’t know what had happened.

But she belatedly realized—the heretic had evidently tried to kill her.

She felt a little scared and pulled hard on the “thread” in her hand, “The captain said, when I’m out, I have to protect myself.”

The heretic’s body instantly stiffened completely, the little “freedom” he had just gained was utterly revoked, his wrists and lips unable to move any longer, and a weird numbness began to spread, feeling his body rapidly stiffening, growing cold, becoming… no longer like flesh and blood.

His world darkened before his eyes.

But the next second, something seemed to emerge in that darkness.

A hollow, deep voice, as if coming directly from within the chest, entered his ears—

“Ah, a new servant has arrived.”