You are all my wings!

Tear it apart!!

He finished cutting from the top of the head to the other side and began to tear off the layer of fur.

Fortunately, the leather is of very high quality, so it doesn't tear even when torn forcefully.

However, the Water-Swallowing Ape's body was extremely large, and it was difficult for Leon to tear it apart completely by himself. He could only use a dismantling knife to cut through the sticky blood vessels, which was very inefficient.

Normally, to prevent further damage, he would do it all by himself.

But now, every second counts!

"Milo, Bovary, come help me peel this skin off!"

The two guys weren't seriously injured. After Leon's water healing spell treated their external wounds and they ate some food to restore their strength, their mobility had basically recovered.

Even they didn't really want to move at this moment; they just wanted to lie down a little longer.

"Sir, would you like us to rest a little longer?"

Milo glanced at Britta not far away, then looked back at Lyon and couldn't help but ask a question.

After this battle, he knew that Leon was quite strong. He didn't make many moves, but every move was precise. So his words became more polite and respectful on the surface.

"Stop talking nonsense! Handling spoils after a war is a basic practice. Don't take this kind of work lightly just because you're trained by the Vatican and have plenty of money! Quickly, immediately!"

Lyon snapped at him.

Milo sighed. "No matter how nicely you put it, all I want to do is rest."

He walked over slowly, his movements labored, as if his feet were frozen.

Splash!

Just then, Milo noticed a gust of wind passing by him, and upon looking, he saw it was none other than Bovary, that usually honest fellow.

"Your advice is absolutely correct, I've learned my lesson! I'll come over and help right away!"

Bovary shouted as he appeared opposite Lyon and began to tear at the object.

Milo was stunned, thinking to himself, "Isn't this kid always so quiet and reserved? Why is he suddenly so loud? Could it be that he's starting to show off in front of his superiors? Damn it!"

He quickened his pace.

I'm not afraid of being slow, I'm afraid of others being fast.

A few minutes passed quickly, and with the help of the two men, the skin was successfully peeled off, leaving behind a large, indistinct mass of flesh and blood.

Without the skin to cover them, the overwhelming, pungent stench of blood choked the two knights, causing them to cover their noses and turn into two sour orange-colored faces.

They were certainly used to fighting, but this close-range skinning was a completely new experience for them.

A strong stench, a massive eight-meter-tall mass of flesh and blood, blood and gore everywhere on the ground, and the slippery feel of boot soles.

Just as a latrine cleaner can't fall into a cesspool and remain unaffected, even the toughest man would need to mentally prepare himself in the face of such a situation.

Lyon, with his extensive experience, had anticipated this situation and maintained his Shadow Breathing technique, remaining focused and unaffected as he quickly cut the vital parts.

Time was running out. According to the common alchemical chanting format, there were probably only about ten lines left before the Hidden One finished his chant, so he certainly couldn't stop.

Watching Lyon's swift harvest, Bovary couldn't help but think:

"Is Lord Lyon the type to do more than talk? He seems to say nothing, but actually shows us through his actions that even on the most brutal battlefield, we must complete our mission without changing our expression? And not only without changing our expression, but we can also complete it faster and better?"

A look of respect flashed in his eyes.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Silent Chanting and Chanting Without Chanting

Boom! ! ! !

Leon chopped off the Water-Swallowing Ape's thick, fleshy tongue and flung it to the ground, the dull thud startling Milo.

Its still-bright red, thick shape, with its grotesque, snake-like veins buried beneath the skin of its tongue, made him momentarily think he was seeing an oversized ape penis.

He muttered, "Sir, didn't you just say that disposing of spoils of war is a very important task? Is it right to just throw them away like this?"

"run!"

When Leon's voice came, Milo realized that he had pulled him away from the area of ​​the Water Swallowing Ape's corpse.

Beside him, Bovary was pulled away by Lyon's other hand.

What's going on here?

How could such a huge water-swallowing ape still be alive? That's terrifying!

Just when Milo was at a loss.

In an instant, a fierce beam of light suddenly erupted from the Water-Swallowing Ape's body, transforming into an extremely complex magic circle.

The magic circle was a three-compound hexagram array, and one after another, mysterious black characters resembling tadpoles appeared in the void, hovering above the magic circle and constantly moving.

Immediately afterwards, an obscure and incomprehensible voice came from within the magic circle.

The massive, blurry mass of flesh and blood of the Water-Swallowing Ape suddenly flowed upwards like water, reforming and coalescing. In an instant, this flowing flesh and blood collided many times, eventually solidifying into a gigantic humanoid blood-red monster.

The monster had facial features similar to a human face, except that its eye sockets were empty, and two bright green flames suddenly lit up in the middle with a "poof".

It is a little over seven meters tall, one meter shorter than the original Water Swallowing Ape, and its body is also more slender, with long arms and legs, as thin as bamboo poles.

But this appearance is even more intimidating than that of the Water-Swallowing Ape.

Outside its body, a strong aura of blood and magic overflowed as if boiling. Lyon and the others, who were standing on the outside and barely maintaining their balance, all felt a strong sense of suffocation, and their bodies involuntarily became weak.

"What's going on? Why do I feel like my stamina is constantly decreasing?"

Milo retreated in shock and anger, drawing his second-tier magic sword, only to find his fingers and the base of his hand trembling uncontrollably.

"Me too."

Bovary responded in a low voice, his chest trembling, then glanced at Leon beside him. Seeing that he seemed to be in relatively good condition, he felt somewhat relieved.

“This blood energy is disturbing your souls and constantly sucking in the air, causing a suffocating effect! Hold your breath! Retreat to the entrance of the passage to get some fresh air! Iris, take Karl and Mark over there.”

Leon continued to pull the two back, turning sideways to the entrance of the 25th-floor passage.

"it is good!"

Thanks to Leon's earlier reminder, Iris was in a good position and in good condition. She reached out and grabbed the two injured men by the back of their collars, quickly dragging them to the entrance of the passage.

The five gathered together and confronted the crimson monster.

at the same time--

Before Lyon shouted "Run!", Britta was already quietly chanting, preparing her long-range ultimate move.

The technique she used was silent chanting, which is similar to non-chanting but not the same type, yet it is also a highly difficult technique.

Generally speaking, chanting serves to assist in meditating on magical imagery.

The essence of human thought is language, and the essence of language is the abstraction of concrete concepts.

Through language, magical imagery can be solidified.

In other words, a series of incantations can allow people with weak meditation abilities to quickly visualize specific magical images, and then drive magic to complete the spell.

Those with strong meditation skills can also enhance the details of magical imagery by chanting incantations.

The more detailed the magic, the less it is lost and the greater its power.

Moreover, for some highly complex spells, even those with strong meditation abilities can easily fail to cast them if they lack the aid of incantation.

Therefore, most skilled magic users have several sets of incantation systems.

Short incantations trained to increase casting speed, long incantations trained to increase casting power, and prayer incantations trained to achieve ultra-complex combination spells.

Lyon's chorus without singing is essentially a short chorus compressed to its limit.

Through continuous meditation practice and his understanding of his past life, he successfully compressed his incantations, enabling him to quickly and accurately meditate on the corresponding magical imagery in an instant.

Britta's silent chanting, on the other hand, eliminates the enhancement of the chanting effect with sound in exchange for concealment.

Generally speaking, when a trained magician hears his own chanting, magical images will subconsciously emerge in his mind, with richer details than when he silently chants.

Therefore, singing aloud will greatly enhance the effect.

If you don't master the tricks of chanting, the magical effect will often be greatly reduced, and you may even fail to cast the spell.

Therefore, most magicians, without decades of consistent training or exceptional talent, cannot master this concealment skill.

Britta clearly mastered this highly difficult skill.

While Lyon was reaping the spoils and drawing the attention of the hidden one, she stood in the corner and, through a long period of silent chanting, successfully prepared her long-awaited ultimate move.

Intermediate Combination Magic, Holy Annihilation!

Composed of four intermediate-level spells—Holy Light Blaze, Holy Furnace, Holy Power Enhancement, and Holy Prayer—it is a secret technique of the Astaria Church, an extremely powerful attack spell blessed by the gods!

As she detected that the hidden being outside the hundred-meter passage had completed the casting of the life alchemy spell, she immediately followed suit and launched her own.

boom!!!!!

A magnificent and boundless scorching holy light appeared out of thin air and shone towards the stone wall where the hidden figure was hiding a hundred meters away.

At first glance, this move seems to have a similar effect to the compressed version of Iris's Radiant Light combined with the Leon convex lens.

In reality, Britta's move was four or five times more effective. After a long period of silent chanting, this move was unparalleled in terms of its coverage area, the intensity of the holy light, and its accuracy, approaching that of a superior spell.

The moment the light hit the stone wall, it vanished, leaving a perfectly smooth, circular opening.

The holy light continued to fall upon the hidden figure.

Caught off guard by this attack, he hastily activated a magical shield.

The holy light was momentarily blocked by the magical shield, but then pierced through and continued its fall towards the hidden figure.

Taking advantage of this instant, the Hidden One suddenly pulled out a magic scroll, threw it in front of him, and upon contact with the holy light, it suddenly expanded, transforming into a giant tortoise shell with colorful patterns, blocking the holy light from the outside.

However, the power of this Holy Annihilation Magic clearly exceeded the strength of the tortoise shell. It was only blocked for a little over 3 seconds before continuing to penetrate, utterly devastating.

During this interval, the hidden one activated a mid-level defensive spell, and a magical shield covered with complex and mysterious characters appeared in front of him.

However, the power of the holy light did not diminish. It held its own against the intermediate-level magic shield for just over three seconds before continuing to penetrate, unleashing its remaining power on the hidden figure who was doing everything he could to maintain the magic shield.

His jet-black magic robe suddenly burst into flames, revealing a magic lining that was clearly also of the fourth rank.

Unfortunately, at this point, the power of the holy light finally waned, only scorching the fourth-tier inner lining to a charred black, revealing a large area of ​​sickly white skin, burning it into a distorted charred yellow color, before completely dissipating.

Clearly, the opponent's strength was extraordinary; even though he looked disheveled, he still managed to withstand this incredibly powerful attack.

In the instant the holy light faded, Lyon caught a glimpse of the hidden figure's face a hundred meters away in the afterglow, and was instantly startled.

His face was covered with snake-shaped red scars, his eerie vertical pupils trembled constantly, and his long, messy hair was mottled with various colors. His whole face was indescribably strange and ugly.

Is this the mid-game boss from the first part?

Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Dark Poems

Leon recognized the disfigured face, its features so distorted it was clearly not human.

Andrio Vaslav, a current fifth-tier life alchemist, is currently the third-ranking member of the remnants of the Holy Blood School.

Born a slave, he was rescued by the Holy Blood Society of the Papacy.

Due to his exceptional talent, he received alchemical training from a young age and participated in the research of life alchemy, becoming the first person in nearly a thousand years to take up the rare profession of life alchemist.

Although he is only at the fifth rank now, in two and a half years he will obtain the Dark Poems due to the establishment of a complete theory of life alchemy, successfully advance to the sixth rank quasi-legendary, and have had hostile records with several female protagonists.

The world does not distinguish between good and bad types of achievements, but it will make certain judgments about the bloodshed and darkness of the process of building them.

Even if the achievements are extremely high and unprecedented.

But if the process exceeds the limits of darkness that the achievement can contain, then what is gained is a dark epic.

Conversely, if the process of achieving success involves darkness, but does not exceed the bounds of acceptable behavior, it is considered a normal personal epic.

The Dark Poems spread infamy and can grant the recipient abnormal status buffs.

That is, the more evil one becomes, the stronger one becomes; the closer one is to death, the stronger one becomes; it is a short-term boost, like Viagra.

Personal poems spread the name of heroes and can provide the recipient with normal positive benefits.