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Chapter 180: The Furnace Rebuilt!
Chapter 180 Back to the Forge!
Brown let out a desperate cry, but all he received in response was Silrian's cold and merciless judgment.
"Purify!"
The "Spear of Dawn - Final Judgment," which seemed to be formed from liquid sun, shot with overwhelming divine power that could tear everything apart, precisely and unstoppably towards the skeletal giant that had become stiff due to energy out of control!
Brown let out a final, twisted roar, filled with extreme resentment and fear!
The next second, the light spear was about to pierce his massive body!
Just as that devastating spear of light was about to pierce Brown's core!
"Caw! Caw! Caw!"
The piercing, noisy cawing of crows suddenly echoed across the battlefield without warning!
Hundreds, even thousands, of jet-black ravens, like a tidal wave surging from the shadows, instantly filled the space between the light spear and Brown!
Their appearance was extremely bizarre, as if they didn't fly in, but were formed directly from dense shadows and negative energy!
Dark flames danced in the eyes of these ravens, and they let out sharp cries as they fearlessly and relentlessly charged toward the "Spear of Dawn - Final Judgment" which contained terrifying purifying power!
"Puff puff puff puff one!"
The holy spear of light clashed violently with the dark flock of ravens!
Each raven was vaporized and annihilated the moment it touched the spear of light, but there were simply too many of them, and they seemed to contain some strange dark energy that could weaken and pollute the holy light!
The light spear's forward speed visibly slowed down, and its dazzling light was temporarily obscured and dimmed by large flocks of crows!
Although it continues to move forward steadfastly, purifying everything that dares to stand in its way, it is this insignificant delay that creates the only chance for survival!
"You've really made me proud, Brown!"
The voice did not travel through the air, but rather, like a cold, venomous snake, burrowed directly into the depths of Brown's mind. The voice was flat, and there was not even any obvious anger in it.
But the extreme coldness and disappointment contained within it instantly plunged Brown's soul, which had been burning with rage and pain, into an ice cave, and even the turbulent energy flow raging within his body seemed to be frozen for a moment!
The initial elation and relief were instantly replaced by boundless fear!
Lord Hick—though he came to save him, he was furious at his failure!
Yes, he possesses power bestowed upon him by Lord Hick, far surpassing what he had before!
Despite occupying a strategic location and deploying a large force in an ambush, he lost an arm in a single encounter and was ultimately brought to the brink of death!
In the end, the owner had to personally intervene to barely save his life.
This is more than just a failure; it's a disgrace!
"Sir-sir-"
Brown tried to justify himself in his mind, but found that he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance; all that remained was the most primal fear and submission.
The eerie ravens continued to expend the power of the light spears, but they were clearly not trying to defeat Siriam; they were simply trying to buy those crucial few seconds.
The next second, the shadow behind Brown suddenly twisted and expanded, forming a bottomless dark portal.
A powerful suction force emanated from the portal, irresistibly dragging Brown backward!
At the same time, the "Spear of Dawn," whose light had been dimmed considerably by the raven's constant consumption, finally completely purified all obstacles. But just as it was about to shoot into the dark portal, the portal suddenly closed!
It's as if it never existed!
The light spear lost its target and slammed into the rock wall where the portal had disappeared!
"BOOM—!!!"
Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, large sections of the rock wall were completely vaporized and annihilated, leaving behind an enormous crater with vitrified edges.
A terrifying shockwave swept through the entire valley, blowing the remaining undead and the black wizard off their feet!
Sillian stood still, her long golden hair and robes fluttering in the energy storm.
She looked at the spot where Brown and the others had disappeared, then at the lingering dark energy, still tainted by the ravens and not yet completely dissipated, her golden eyes flashing with a chilling light.
She recognized the method. That pure, almost primal power of shadow, and that cold, ruthless will—
"Hick—" she murmured the name, her fingers gripping the "Radiant Light" staff turning slightly white from the pressure.
He was indeed watching this place! He was even able to intervene from such a great distance!
Although she failed to kill Brown completely, Srian didn't show much disappointment on her face.
She severely injured one of Hick's generals, and more importantly, she confirmed the identity of the mastermind and tested some of their methods.
The entire valley node was in chaos due to the commander's crushing defeat and escape, as well as the lingering power of Sirian's final blow.
The remaining guards lost their will to fight and began to scatter and flee.
Sillian did not pursue the remaining soldiers.
Her target was never these minor characters.
She raised her head, her gaze seemingly piercing through all obstacles, looking towards the distant direction where Hick's true form might be.
You can save him once, but you can't save him a second time.
Her voice was cold and resolute, echoing through the valley.
"Hick, I will find you, destroy all your lairs, drag you off that shadow throne, and end it all."
Having said that, she didn't linger. She turned and transformed into a golden streak of light, quickly leaving the valley filled with the aura of death and defeat.
Next time, there will be no more chances.
In the dark canyon, a massive altar stood silently, radiating ominous energy fluctuations.
The air was thick with negative energy and a faint, almost imperceptible, smell of blood.
Brown's massive body, covered in shattered bone armor, was now curled up on the ground, trembling violently.
He couldn't even maintain his kneeling position; he was almost prostrate on the ground, his head, covered in bone armor, buried deep, not daring to lift it even slightly.
His right arm, scorched by the Holy Light of Sirian, hung limply, tiny golden sparks still stubbornly flickering at the wound, bringing continuous excruciating pain. But this pain was nothing compared to the fear in his heart at this moment.
Hick stood before him, shadows clinging to the master's robes like living things, making his already pale face appear even more gloomy.
He didn't speak, but calmly watched his servants trembling with fear and defeat at his feet with his deep, seemingly all-consuming eyes.
This silence suffocated Brown more than any reprimand or punishment.
He would rather be whipped in a rage by his master than endure this cold, scrutinizing gaze, as if examining a piece of utterly worthless junk.
"S-Sir--spare my life--"
Brown's voice was dry and hoarse, almost squeezed out of his throat, filled with a desperate wail.
"I—I didn't expect her—her power—"
"Didn't expect that?"
Hick finally spoke, his voice so calm and even that it made Brown tremble even more.
"I gave you the dragon bone, I gave you strength, I gave you the advantage of terrain and troops—and you tell me you 'didn't expect this?'"
Hick leaned forward slightly, and the shadows shifted around him, bringing a chilling sensation that made your teeth ache.
"Didn't I give you a chance? Didn't you swear to tear her to pieces? And what happened?"
In a single exchange, he lost an arm!
Ultimately, you'll end up like a dead dog, requiring me to waste my energy dragging you back.
Every word he uttered was like a cold shovel, piercing Brown's heart.
"You know what, Brown?"
Hick's voice even carried a faint, chilling hint of "curiosity".
"Your greatest value might have been to die there, using your annihilated energy and remains to slightly pollute her pure holy light, providing me with a little data for observation."
Instead of wasting my energy crawling back to my feet, burdened with failure and shame.
Upon hearing this, Brown was so frightened that he almost fainted. He couldn't even let out a wail and could only tremble like a leaf.
Hick straightened up, seemingly losing interest in continuing the conversation.
He waved his hand lightly, as casually as brushing away dust.
"Drag him away. Remove the keel and throw him into the 'rework.' If he can survive the reconstruction—and then the rework—one of Hick's many terrible research findings!"
Any living creature or object thrown into it will suffer endless burning from the "fire of death"!
If one manages to survive by sheer luck, one will be tainted by a trace of the terrifying power of the "fire of death"!
If we can't hold on—then everything will vanish into nothingness, and all will be for naught!
From the shadows, two silent guards, seemingly made entirely of shadow, silently emerged and supported the limp Brown on either side.
"No—Sir—give me another chance—please—"
Brown uttered a final, weak plea, but the shadow guards did not respond, dragging him swiftly into the deeper darkness behind the altar, where chilling energy fluctuations and agonizing howls could be faintly heard.
Hick didn't even glance at it again.
For him, Brown has temporarily lost his value. Whether he can become a useful pawn again depends on whether he can survive the brutal "recycling" process.
His gaze returned to the altar, where the light and shadow at the center rippled slightly, revealing the image of Sirian transforming into golden light and leaving the valley node.
"Silian"
Hick muttered to himself, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the cold edge of the altar.
"The speed of growth has indeed exceeded expectations—it seems that the quality of 'firewood' is more important than the quantity."
A cold, twisted smile curled at the corners of his lips.
"Very well—the more the prey struggles, the more enjoyable the final harvest. I hope you—can bring me even more surprises."
The shadows surged, slowly engulfing his figure, leaving only the altar still tirelessly turning, drawing nourishment from afar.
Meanwhile, in the distance, after destroying several small nodes, Silian was heading towards another large node.
And the guardian of this major node is Sori!
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