Chapter 429: Beheading the Saint Shana
"Nightmare Lantern", in a hazy dream.
"Time, stop!"
Buzz!
The invisible roar of an engine rang in his ears. Flames surged on Colin's body, and he looked ahead with a serious expression.
Six or seven shadows emitting incandescent light were frozen in time, unable to move.
The reason why it feels like six or seven rather than an exact number is that some of these clones from the "Light Chaser" are visible and some are invisible.
However, Colin did not hesitate, and the sound of revolver shots was heard.
One shot at a time, shattering all the light and shadows, including the invisible one...
However, the dream did not end.
"It seems that we failed to freeze the main body. It's difficult to fight."
Colin sighed, and at this moment, he heard the sound of a brisk countdown.
When the time stagnation ended, he saw that outside the range of the effect, there were still a large number of saints who were just looking at him quietly, and it was impossible to kill them all.
It made Colin's scalp tingle.
Not long ago, after entering "World No. 13" and simply settling some events, I saw the "Light Chaser" whose real identity was the Saint Shana of the "Church of Light" appear in the chapel early.
Then, the intense combat teaching and tutoring began again.
As always, the Saint went up first to check his current battle situation.
Then she would train him against various anomalies - it was unclear where she got so many anomalies from. Until now, the types of anomalies Colin had fought against continued to increase, and he had never seen the same one twice.
"Not bad. Your strength is much higher than before." An ethereal voice lingered in my ears.
It seemed to be a certain recognition of his improvement during this period.
It can be confirmed that the sound is caused by air vibration...
Rather than some kind of spiritual information transmission.
However, Colin clearly did not see any of the thirty or so blurry lights and shadows in front of him speak.
“Are they all fake?”
Colin couldn't help but mutter in his heart that one of the saint's abilities was a large number of light and shadow clones that could not be distinguished between real and fake.
You give her a knife and chop off her head, and the one that dies is just an ordinary clone...
But when she punches you, it's a real punch.
Even now, Colin still finds it difficult to tell which one is real and which one is fake.
"call."
Colin took a long breath, and the flames on his body seemed to be a carpet that was pushed aside, like a huge wave caused by the wind, surging in all directions, trying to consolidate all the light and shadows.
At this moment, he saw that the clones around him began to "flash".
Every time it "flashes", it flashes to another location in an incomprehensible way...
"That's it."
Colin narrowed his eyes, he wanted to secretly learn the skill, "Flash".
After he mentioned this to the Saint, she did not hide her abilities and would show him this ability as much as possible in subsequent battles...
Let him begin to deepen his understanding of this thing.
Staring at this thing...
Colin suddenly realized something. Hiss, his “skill grid” is itchy. It’s about to grow a new skill!
Some kind of induction occurred, and information emerged in his mind.
[…Do you want to spend 1,000 points to study? ]
"yes."
Colin made the decision immediately without much thought, and then his brain suddenly felt full of energy.
[You have mastered the skill "Flame Leap".]
[Flame Jump: You can "jump" to any flame point within a 100-meter range. You can do it seven times per hour. Each time you do it, you will need to recover after one hour.]
"Finally, I have the ability to teleport!"
"It's this ability. Why does it feel more like the teleportation ability of Big C teacher?"
"Unfortunately, it's not an unconditional teleportation like the Saint. It requires fire as a prerequisite. It's a little off, but it's still pretty good."
Colin's mind flashed.
In fact, there are many people in the company who have the skill of "flash", but he doesn't. He can only rely on his body to rush forward. Sometimes it feels like he is the only one among a bunch of "divine beasts" who can't fly.
However, before I could think about it, a faint sense of crisis suddenly arose...
"It seems like you have learned something." An ethereal and neutral voice sounded in my ears.
The saint who had just stopped tacitly while waiting for him to "understand" started again.
The next moment, Colin's pupils shrank slightly, and he saw a light and shadow, like a ghost, suddenly appear in front of him.
Ultra-high intensity light burst out from this light and shadow in an instant.
Even with his eyes closed, he could still feel the blinding light penetrating through his eyelids and causing pain in his pupils.
There was an intense burning sensation in the areas of the body directly illuminated by the light.
Colin felt like he had been thrown into an oven.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed, causing a large amount of flames to return to his body to protect himself, which made him feel much better.
It was at this moment that the originally faint sense of crisis suddenly became particularly strong.
However, due to some characteristics, even if there is a "death replay" in my mind, I don't have the energy to check it.
In that short moment, he didn't have time to think too much, he pulled out his gun and shot behind him.
A shadow holding a spear condensed from light tried to pierce him, but was killed before he could dodge.
But Colin knew very well that under such strong light, he would be worn down bit by bit sooner or later.
Just like the last training...
"It's a pity that I'm no longer the same person I was half a month (actually seven days) ago ."
Colin remembered the "Fire Bearer" on the starship who seemed to be here and not here. He could not accurately describe his presence or absence and could only be described as "as if there".
The invisible manipulates his flames to fight off the "darkness" of the night.
These days, he has been thinking hard, and through the guidance of "Teacher Big C", he has figured it out a little bit.
"'Snow Woman', control my body..."
Colin gave a warning, and put all his energy into the flames around him.
Then, he took out an ordinary, spoon-like storage object from the "storage room".
This is one of the things I got from the official.
At this moment, Colin grabbed it with his left hand and poured flames into it, directly igniting and burning the anomaly to obtain new heat energy.
He manipulated every wisp of flame and heat, causing it to roll inward, causing the flame to continuously compress and roll inward, forming a certain extreme high-pressure state, locking in every bit of heat energy so that it would not be lost...
This operation is not difficult, but it is extremely energy-consuming.
He was so exhausted that he couldn't control his body properly and had to leave it to the "Snow Girl" to help him avoid any accidents.
Then, after the flame took shape, Colin immediately mobilized the "Force·Repulsion" to split it into more than thirty pieces and shot them out at the same time.
Dozens of flames pierced through all the clones that could be sensed almost instantly.
And at the same time when these lights and shadows were shattered...
Colin suddenly felt that there seemed to be someone above his head?
It’s the real body!
Without even thinking, he dragged his already exhausted body, moved his left hand, time stood still, and the revolver in his right hand quickly turned into a long knife as his will moved.
Then the figure flashed suddenly, emerged from a ball of fire in the air, and appeared directly in mid-air.
Then he glanced around and saw a "clone" that was more condensed than the other clones.
Of course, for Colin...
It can already be said to be the essence!
At this moment, when he knew that this person was the saint, he could already vaguely feel that there seemed to be a little bit of feminine outline in the other person's figure , but because it was too hazy, there were not many.
But, I can't take care of that.
Colin grinned, and before the "time stagnation" ended, he chopped at the opponent's "exquisite" neck under the hazy light.
After being "tortured" for many days, he could already imagine what it would look like when the saint's head flew off!
It’s a pleasure to think about!
"clang!"
The crisp sound was transmitted to his ears along the blade that had not yet stopped.
The long sword transformed from the revolver was actually blocked by some "light" around it.
“So hard!”
Colin raised his eyebrows. At this moment, he had already reached his limit. That kind of fireball consumed too much energy.
If I fail this time, then...
The thought flashed through his mind, and without any further hesitation, he directly used the ultimate means of combat.
"No two hits!"
Flames burst out from the long sword again.
With the help of terrifying power, Colin broke through the protective light like a hot knife through butter, and then chopped it down with a knife.
Wow.
Heads flew off.
The battle is finally over!
However, before he could be happy, Colin suddenly realized something was wrong.
Mainly because the feel is not right.
He had chopped off so many heads in the past few days that he could be sure based on his experience that it was not the head that was chopped off just now, but some other area...
At this moment, his heart trembled, and he saw an "invisible" figure in his eyes that were flaming with flames. The left half of the body of the Holy Maiden was cut off diagonally, and there was a smooth cut below the line of the elbow, belly button and hip.
"Sure enough, I said, it doesn't feel right."
Deep in Colin's heart, an idea came to mind.
As for the opponent, it was just a mere cut in half. As long as the neck was not broken, it would only be a minor injury...
The next second, Colin's pupils contracted sharply.
The lower half of the saint's body that had been chopped off split into a dozen blurry shadows.
Above these lights and shadows, a large number of chains condensed from light were flying towards them.
…
When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar campfire.
Colin shook his head and looked at the flames in front of him. From this level 4 flame that had just burned a "level 2 containment object", he could faintly hear a humming sound that seemed to come from the deep sea.
"Take a break first. You're a little exhausted." A voice filled with an indescribable ethereal and holy feeling came from the side.
Colin sat on a wooden chair by the campfire without caring about his image. He took a deep breath, turned his head, and saw a blurry shadow slowly walking towards him from the side.
He nodded and said nothing.
The fight lasted a whole day, with high-burst and high-intensity combat throughout, and he was really tired.
However, compared to before when he had to rest every half a day, his energy has now more than doubled.
"Your flame ability is very strong. You can manipulate the flame more finely and concentrate your strength. It sounds simple, but it is not easy to use... It seems that you must have had a good experience, and your strength level has also made great progress..." The saint said as she walked over and sat down skillfully on another wooden chair next to her.
“Indeed…”
Colin nodded. Although he lost the battle, he was still in a good mood.
After all, at least I learned the "long-desired" flash ability.
"Congratulations, but next you need to develop training in this area and become more familiar with its use. I can sense that using it once is not your limit..."
The blurred light and shadow controlled by the saint looked at Colin, who looked like he was rotting on a chair , not caring about his image, with a blessing in his tone.
Looking at this guy, I felt like he was my own student. Seeing him transform from a "reckless man" with only strength to becoming more and more skilled, I felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
As she spoke, she glanced outside. Through the nearby light, she could see the refugees in this area, who were being managed in an orderly manner. This made her feel a little emotional...
Shana felt that her ability to manage ordinary people was as "pale" as the skills in this Bonfire Agent's strength.
She really wanted to ask the other party how to effectively manage the refugees without resorting to temporary forced brainwashing or other means.
However, when she thought about the high "tuition" Colin paid to ask her for teaching, she couldn't open her mouth.
She couldn't afford such high points, so she could only secretly watch outside while fighting and learn about the situation here. Unfortunately, there were still many things she didn't understand very well...
However, Colin didn't know what the saint was thinking after discussing the training methods.
He curiously asked about the bone spur: "About that, the white bone spur, which is the holy relic... can we talk about it?"
"That 'holy object'?" The saint was surprised that he would mention this.
"Well, if it's inconvenient, you don't have to say it."
"This is actually not a taboo... Basically, a saint appeared in a disaster called 'Rain of Filth' several hundred years ago. In order to stop the disaster, he dragged the source of the disaster into his own body..."
The saint spoke slowly, and some inexplicable scenes of inheritance emerged in her mind.
She seemed to see through the long history, a glowing figure, standing in front of an infinitely terrifying disaster, using the "chain of light" to drag the anomaly into its body.
Then……
Her soft brown hair fell off quickly, her fair skin swelled and turned black, and foul-smelling sewage overflowed from her pores. In extreme pain, she let the "Chains of Light" entangle her layer by layer.
After sealing the source, she fell into a lake formed by dirty rainwater, and rotted there for who knows how long...
It was not until many years later that the pollution caused by the "rain of filth" subsided and some people were lucky enough to find her.
However, at this time, this saint who had the most holy and beautiful title in the world had decayed into a pile of bones scattered at the bottom of the dried-up lake.
Among the remaining skeletons, there is a right hand bone that carries the "Filthy Rain".
Later, these people, after some polishing, turned it into some kind of prop...
Then, as it became famous, some members of the "Kōkyō" noticed that these were the remains of a former saint.
So it was recycled.
However, about a hundred years ago, it was stolen from the warehouse by an "honest knight" who rebelled against the "Kingdom of Knights" and was lost again.
"Honest Knight?" Colin had a strange expression, as if he realized something.
"Well, he was an honest knight who held 'humility', 'honesty' and 'honesty' as his main goal. The reason for his rebellion is unknown. The reason why he stole the bone spur is also unknown. After all, there are too few records and I am not an eyewitness. However, the fact that the bone spur came into your hands means that it is already dead. When it stole the holy relic, it was already 170 or 80 years old. Now, it is estimated to be 300 years old. The three virtues cannot live that long..."
"Death does not necessarily mean death..."
Hearing this, Colin subconsciously refuted in his heart.
If nothing unexpected had happened, they might have met indirectly a few months ago.
