Chapter 1004: Chapter 781: Great Priestess
In the blink of an eye, arrows whistled past, and within a hundred meters of Huai Shi, it was as if brambles grew everywhere. Bone arrows, buried in the soil, snapped, releasing a dense, deathly white mist that spread out, corroding the iron stones with a sizzling sound.
But when the hurricane suddenly spread, dispersing the mist filled with countless infectious bacteria, Huai Shi, who should have turned into a skeleton, remained unharmed.
He simply raised his hand, plucked the green buds and vines growing from his hair, casually tossed them into the pits in the soil beside him, stepped on them and covered them with earth.
"Is that all?"
In Huai Shi’s hand, the Spear of Compassion fell, causing pure white irises to rapidly grow on the cracked ground, as the aging poison of the Green Crown Dragon spread instantaneously with the Rotting Dream.
"I can do this too," he whispered.
In just the span of a moment, the solemn blade of the spear tore apart the obstruction ahead, spilling blood, chiseling a brutal breach in the ranks of the Predator Angels.
In the Rotting Dream, countless malicious drops nourished the pure white flower clusters, causing the blossoming flowers and grass to spread. After engulfing the entwined skeletons on the roots, they emitted a fresh and pure fragrance.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion erupted abruptly.
Huai Shi’s forward movement came to an abrupt halt, repelled by the immense force bursting from thin air, skidding several meters on the ground.
When he looked up again, he saw, through the vibrating Blade of Resent, the slowly splitting formation of the Predator Angels, and the gray-black figure stepping forth from it.
Wrapped in countless plagues and potent poison, soaked in eternal anguish and healing, the withered husk dripped with putrid ooze.
Yet it wore a solemn red and white crown on its head, clad in armor forged of gold, reminiscent of the stern majesty of a Pharaoh.
Over the ages, the Healer extracted the essence of the plague and combined it with the cursed objects from the Abyss, forming one of its precious incarnations—the Decay Pharaoh!
Now, the Pharaoh, withered like a mummy, once again raised its arm, on which the great bow was wrapped in layers of cursed burial cloth, slowly drawing back the empty bowstring.
Though there was no arrow, an invisible force gathered, an unseen, intangible disease condensed into a vague outline in his hand.
It was the essence extracted from the spread of disease, a curse so venomous that even the Rotting Dream could not offset or exempt it.
Just pointing across the air caused Huai Shi’s body, where countless viral prototypes of decay had formed from the source substance, to react instinctively, providing a warning.
"Smallpox?"
As Huai Shi muttered in bewilderment, the piercing scream of the Space Break erupted from a hundred paces away.
Death Perception surged once again.
The cursed poison arrow was now within reach, locking Huai Shi’s soul such that he had no escape.
Responding to it, a solemn crown flashed momentarily above Huai Shi’s head, the divine nature commanded a pitch-black source material transformation through pure death.
When the Blade of Resent cleaved, blood sprayed from the edge, as if staining the entire world a shade of crimson.
A fleeting instant.
Beneath the blade, the curse poison of smallpox silently dissolved, disintegrating. On Huai Shi’s face, only a patch of herpes silently appeared, then swiftly cracked and fell away, the reborn skin was flawless.
The Decay Pharaoh’s grim face was expressionless, as it once again drew the great bow covered in shroud. But this time, even an instant to blink was absent... Huai Shi was already within reach!
No signs, no delays.
This was thought-action instantaneity, within a hundred meters, matching the speed of light—the "Shadow Burial"!
The past brief preparation and brewing were no longer required, transformed into shadows after source materialization for shuttling, then re-condensed from shadow, the process was so fast as to seem omitted.
The Blade of Resent was already aimed at its neck, sweeping across!
The Decay Pharaoh’s great bow abruptly twisted, lifted, blocked in front of the Blade of Resent, sparks flying, revealing the bone-like texture beneath the cracked burial cloth, while the bowstring seemingly formed of some beast tendon oozed traces of blood.
The sound of a baby’s cry emanated from the vibrating bowstring.
But immediately, the Decay Pharaoh stiffened in place, for Huai Shi had vanished before its eyes, leaving only the Sword of Virtue’s blade piercing through its back, tearing the skeleton.
When, in furious rage, it turned its head towards its rear, there was nothing but emptiness.
The Axe of Anger cleaved, smashing through its skirt armor, splitting its right leg from the husk with irresistible force, the ooze had no time to drip as Huai Shi flashed to the left, lifting his foot, suddenly kicking at its knee.
The sharp sound of splintering bones erupted, the Pharaoh knelt on one knee, its arm attempting to support its body, but the Spear of Compassion had already penetrated through the back, nailing it to the ground.
When it raised its head, it noticed Huai Shi had appeared before it once more.
As if from start to finish he had never left.
The Blade of Resent in his hand was lifted, aimed at its supporting left arm, slash!
Within this three-step range, the afterimages of Shadow Burial Shuttle appeared steadily, one, two, three, four, five, six segments...
When Huai Shi flashed for the seventh time, it had already been chopped into fragments, thoroughly dismembered, the eighth, the Axe of Anger, severed the waist!
On the ninth time, the Sword of Virtue stabbed downward, cleanly piercing through the head that had detached from the neck.
