Night Journey

Chapter 94: Rain of Fire
Gunshots rang out, and the bullets disintegrated into fragments under the Boiling Sword.

Ciri remained suspended in mid-air, motionless after swinging his sword, his six blazing white eyes fixed on Tania, as if he had seen something he was fascinated by.

"what happened?"

Tania noticed Cillian's unusual behavior and, playing along with his earlier trash talk, said, "Am I too beautiful? Have I captivated you?"

"of course."

Cillian's tone was filled with barely suppressed laughter and joy.

"As long as you're willing to date me, it doesn't seem like a difficult decision to throw yourself into any evil."

Cillian's answer was too quick and too unprincipled, leaving Tania speechless.

"Why, don't you want to?"

As he spoke, he looked around at Tania.

Unlike her handsome appearance when they first met, Tania is now extremely ugly, even somewhat terrifying.

Unhealable scars covered Tania's cheeks and neck, disappearing beneath her clothes at her chest; one arm was also missing, as if someone had committed a horrific atrocity against her.

Oh, right, that person was Cillian himself.

"Do you feel ugly and insecure?"

Ciri swung his grappling hook and leaped onto the aerial corridor, arriving in front of Tania.

"Don't worry, I'm not some kind of sadomasochistic pervert," Cillian whispered. "I care more about your... soul than your ugly body."

What would your heart look like if it were taken out?

Tania pulled the trigger, and the Boiling Sword whistled down, shattering the approaching bullets, grazing her nose, and passing her jaw. With a crackling sound, it completely severed the aerial corridor beneath her feet.

"Ha ha!"

Amidst Cillian's morbid laughter, Tania quickly retreated, hiding back on a platform to the side.

The grappling hook was driven into the platform on one side again, and Cillian hung himself in mid-air.

"You might not believe it, but I've seen you in my dreams many times."

Cillian continued his confession in a cheerful voice.

"The worst time was when I first came to Hull City. My God... you won't believe it, I dreamed about you almost every night."

This sincere and passionate declaration sent chills down Tania's spine.

"Today, I have finally met you."

Ciri swung himself toward Tania, his boiling sword drawing a blinding arc in mid-air.

"Tanya!"

He called out the woman's name and unleashed a blazing fire of punishment.

In an instant, Tania's pupils contracted. She had never imagined that Cillian could call out her name. Considering his previous words, it was clear that he had come for her.

Who is the other person, and what kind of face is hidden behind the mask?

A gray storm swirled in Tania's eyes. As she had not yet undergone the transformation ritual or advanced in rank, her strength remained at the second level, belonging to the Destiny Path.

Lacking offensive means, Tania could only rely on her ability to predict the future in the face of Cillian's all-out attack.

The scene before my eyes suddenly slowed down, and the colors became more black and white.

A double image appeared on Cillian's body, and the double image quickly moved forward, slashing the Boiling Sword vertically towards Tania, then advancing and slashing horizontally, finally finishing with a diagonal thrust.

The offensive was so smooth and fluid that Tania could almost picture the Boiling Sword cutting her to pieces.

And this is the future that Tania can foresee.

It was brief, lasting only a few seconds, and limited to Cillian's movements, but for her, it was enough.

The black and white moment paused, and Tania took another step back, simultaneously unleashing her source energy in a pure form in front of her to block the incoming Boiling Sword.

After the dazzling light, a ferocious figure burst forth.

Despite the violent energy bombarding her body, Ciri remained focused on executing her deadly sword dance.

Tania had no choice but to cooperate with Cillian's dance steps.

"First came the downward slash..."

Tania muttered to herself, barely managing to turn her body and dodge the sword.

"Next comes the advance..."

The blinding six eyes flashed before Tania as Cillian closed in on her, the two so close they were almost embracing.

Just as the omen had foretold, the Boiling Sword slashed horizontally, and Tania tried to block with her dagger, but at that moment, Cirion's movements changed.

He swung his sword with his right hand, while his left hand clenched into a fist, smashing down on Tania's head like a hammer.

Tania did indeed foresee Cillian's attack, but this series of attacks was all based on Cillian's first vertical slash that cut open Tania's body.

Cillian's first strike missed, and his subsequent offensive strategy changed accordingly.

Just before the heavy punch landed, a sharp whistling sound came from the air.

Cillian stopped his movements in time, deliberately creating distance between himself and Tania. Immediately afterward, a rusty halberd was hammered into the spot where he had just been standing.

If Cillian continues his previous offensive, and smashes Tania's skull with a single punch, his halberd will also pierce Tania's chest, pinning him to the spot.

Below the planting platform, amidst a dimly lit ruin, Havin pushed aside the stone slab blocking his way and appeared in Cillian's field of vision.

His armor broke and healed, and the proliferating scars acted as additional armor, making his body appear even more bloated and enormous.

"Thank you!"

Cillian sheathed his Boiling Sword, clasped his hands together, and loudly thanked Haven, "Thank you so much for your timely intervention, my friend!"

Havin was stunned, and Tania was also confused.

To be honest, they couldn't understand what Cillian was thinking at all. Although he was the Torchbearer and not corrupted by chaos, his series of neurotic remarks made him seem even more insane than the wicked offspring.

Haven even suspected that Cillian's raid on the vertical farm was completely unplanned and without any purpose, like a mentally ill person wandering the streets, randomly wielding a knife against passersby. "I really am," Cillian said remorsefully, "I've been looking forward to seeing you for so long, and I almost killed you."

As he spoke, he bowed directly to Tania and apologized again.

"I'm sorry! I should have been more patient!"

Tania instinctively took a step back. Even though Cillian's words were so idiotic, she inexplicably felt a terrible chill, as if some terror far beyond death was waiting for her.

"Alright, let's continue."

Ciri straightened up, gripped the Boiling Sword with both hands, and the blade gleamed.

Tania first saw Cillian's figure disappear from the spot, and then the explosion caused by his high-speed movement finally reached her ears.

where?

Tania launched the Omens, attempting to search for Cirion's whereabouts in that brief and limited future.

No, nothing.

She couldn't find any trace of Cillian, nor could she use him as a target for omens.

"Damn it!"

Tania cursed, using herself as a harbinger of the attacks to come.

She saw that she was still standing in the same place when suddenly her ankle was severed by the blade, and she lost her balance and fell.

"Is it here!"

Tania screamed and summoned the power of chaos.

The planting platform shook violently, and countless zombies broke through the soil and bacteria, surrounding Tania like a guard, forming layers of walls of corpses.

The intense flames flickered among the walkers. Cillian cleaved several walkers in two with a single sword strike, but their obstruction prevented the Boiling Sword from reaching Tania.

"Suppress him!"

The zombies surged towards Cirion like a tidal wave.

Cillian's sword was fast and sharp.

In the blink of an eye, the nearby zombies were shattered into countless severed limbs and fragments.

Even so, Cillian could not kill all the zombies immediately, nor could he stop their corpses from piling up all around.

Beneath the shattered remains, mycelium danced wildly, intertwining with each other like stacked bricks, sealing and burying Cirion.

A tomb made of rotting flesh and mycelium rose from the ground.

"Success!"

Tania breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Havin also leaped into the air, removed the crooked steel sticking out of his body, and hurled it like a spear, driving it into the blood-soaked grave.

The horrifying sound of metal piercing through flesh continued.

Harvin landed heavily beside Tania, causing the planting platform to sway a few times.

Retrieving his halberd, Havin cautiously approached the grave.

He asked, "Is he dead?"

"more or less."

Under such an offensive, Tania did not believe that Cirion could survive... Even if he did survive, he would be riddled with wounds and on the verge of death.

"Is that so? I'm actually a little hungry."

Havin nodded, and cracks appeared on his armor, running from bottom to top, through his abdomen and chest.

The crack completely burst open, turning into a gaping maw that spat out several broken skeletons.

“Don’t eat him yet,” Tania stopped her. “I want to know who’s behind that mask.”

"Ok."

Havin casually grabbed a half-dead zombie and stuffed it into the crack in the armor, and a strange chewing sound rang out.

The two walked slowly forward, and as they approached the Corpse Grave, Haven suddenly stopped, asking in confusion.

Did you hear anything?

Tania listened carefully, "The sound of burning?"

Something is burning; it must be the ruins below. Cillian's atrocities have almost destroyed most of the vertical farm, and the fire is still burning and has not yet been extinguished.

"No...the sound of burning is very close, extremely close!"

The last paragraph was almost shouted by Ha Wen.

The burning fire sword pierced out of the grave, spinning wildly and leaving behind dozens of fiery red afterimages.

After a brief pause, the rotting tomb collapsed, scattering into a sky full of foul blood.

Beneath the filthy blood lay numerous burning zombies, and that standing figure.

Who is behind the mask?

Cillian slowly raised his jet revolver and fired into the darkness above.

"It is hatred, it is anger, it is revenge."

"The Soul Essence Bullet disappeared into the darkness," Cillian shouted.

"It is to punish evil and avenge wrongs!"

"Even more so—laughter!"

In an instant, the Soul Essence Bullet shattered the darkness above, and countless tongues of fire burst forth, carrying the scent of sulfur and the high temperature of molten lava, casting them into boiling copper.

It transformed into a rain of fire that descended upon the world!
(End of this chapter)