Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 959 - 209: Wind Element Protects You (2)

Today's her...

Can she still resolve another fiercer, more terrifying scarlet plague?

At the end of the row, a seven-eyed woman trembles all over, but not from fear; it's from excitement.

She witnessed the aberrant creature tearing Carlo apart in its entirety.

Wonderful, truly wonderful!

This is the pinnacle of the blood and flesh art realm, excitement no less than when she created the Giant Divine Soldier using the blood and flesh of 376 different species. The bloody art of the stage is another extreme, using only Carlo's flesh and soul as materials to create such a beautiful artwork. This method of simplifying complexity reveals much.

For instance, the spellcaster is an artist of minimalism.

Without her noticing, another rising star with artistic sophistication comparable to her and Ethan has emerged!

Bazatous can't wait to meet this new star in the art world.

The roar of the aberrant monster echoed through the Holy Hall, bringing Mary back from her trance.

When she looked up, the claws of the aberrant creature plummeted towards her like a falling meteor. Mary also noticed the plague spread by the aberrant creature no longer confined to the human body; the walls and stone pillars scratched by claws instantly grew into tentacles with gaping maws.

This reminded Mary of the Giant Divine Soldiers — the ultimate weapon of the Red King, capable of easily destroying a large city with a dense population alone. The only way to utterly defeat such a monster is to launch a spell like the "Sword of Damocles," eliminating the Giant Divine Soldier along with the pollution source completely.

Not to mention the damage such spell might cause in the Holy City, even during the peak of the Third Epoch, after casting a city-wide spell, she would fall into a prolonged state of weakness. Replacing her current self, she only has one chance left.

Once the spell is unleashed, her remaining soul will inevitably be consumed completely.

Yet they remain clueless about the mastermind behind the scenes.

Mary transformed into a spiritual body, swiftly retreating. When the claw, like a meteor, struck the ground, it immediately raised a blood wave several meters high, the flying debris quickly evolving into indescribable blood and flesh creatures under the force.

The only relief for her was that at the moment the aberrant monster appeared, the three-headed snake, previously attending as a "witness," swallowed the miners and Solari, disappearing underground.

This three-headed giant python is a creation of Bazatous, this detail at least corroborates one thing — the spellcaster is not Bazatous in person. He adhered to the agreement with Ethan, bearing no ill will towards the Far West or human civilization.

Mary made her determination.

The Sword of Damocles, previously hovering over Imperial Capital, will finally fall here today.

Fortunately, she still has friends like Ethan by her side; she is no longer fighting alone.

She summoned magic power and looked at Ethan.

"I'll leave everything to you after this."

She gave Ethan such a look.

Mary stopped her footsteps, blood waves still rushing towards her. Having decided to exhaust her soul to cast the spell, there's no need to dodge anymore.

Vast magic power converged in mid-air, gradually forming a suspended giant sword.

Mary waited for the tsunami-like blood wave to engulf her, watching the blood and flesh creatures wriggling within the waves.

At the instant before the blood wave submerged her, those creatures all stopped wriggling at the same time, even the rolling waves ceased advancing, replaced by soul-touching coldness, transforming everything before her eyes into ice sculptures in a flash.

"I can't meddle in the internal conflict of Life Divine Teachings."

A reliable voice came from beside her, stunning Mary. The Sword of Damocles floating over her head was beyond her control; it's no longer a mimicry made of magic power but a longsword entirely constructed from pure energy, emitting a silver-white brilliance as it descended slowly in front of her.

This inevitably reminded Mary of the legends circulating in Neseriel Sanctuary.

Knights widespread every time disaster strikes; the Knight Lord personally hands the Holy Sword to the Savior.

"This is the Wind Element Sword."

Ethan said, "She's been waiting for you for half a day."

Starting more than half an hour ago, the Wind Element Girl lying in ambush as "executioner" asked him every few minutes, "Why haven't they started fighting yet?"

Not intervening in the internal conflict of Life Divine Teachings is not only Ethan's principle but also his advice to the Elemental Elves because this time the situation is somewhat unusual; all the most belligerent Elemental Elves he knows are present.

"Senzi, I'm not a knight."

Mary's lips curled slightly, relieving some tension in her spirit. She grasped the longsword tightly, then said, "Thanks."

She, unlike the priests nowadays exclusively healing in Life Divine Teachings, fought with blood and flesh creatures during the Crimson Epoch were part of their duties, not to mention longswords; bows, maces, spears, or even plows used for farming she's wielded as weapons.

"If this monster continues its rampage unchecked, the thousand-year-old cathedral might turn into ruins... Oh well, today I'll play the support role for you."

Supporting Elemental Shaper.

Even the well-traveled Mary felt somewhat odd.

Elemental Shapers have been widely known as "glass cannon" since their inception; the spells they use are all powerful with direct harm, dividing by path occupation, the most reasonable pairing should be her as a Life Divine Teachings Priest supporting the battle situation, healing and guarding for Ethan the Elemental Shaper.