Chapter 819: Chapter 630: You Are Not Worthy
Love and hate intertwine in a deadly dance!
Blood drips fluidly!
Sweet words and a hidden dagger pierce through Ash’s chest, extending out his back, trailing sparkling dots of blood!
Harvey’s eyes seed ablaze, the Ice Cold Flowing Fire on him flaring up once more as he charged at the Silver Lamp with his chain sword! Igula hesitated for a mont but ultimately did not move; he wasn’t a fool, aware that initiating a battle now might lead to accidentally hurting Ash. Previously, he wouldn’t have cared about accidental or even intentional harm, but now he needed to consider the future work environnt, and stepping back was better for avoiding conflicts like this.
Seeing Harvey charging, the Silver Lamp expressionlessly drew a long sword, causing a second injury to Ash and then kicked him towards the Necromancer. Harvey could only abandon the attack to catch Ash, helplessly watching the Silver Lamp escape through the hole in the wall that Igula had burst through!
The mont the Silver Lamp escaped to fresh air outside the lower level, the monster with the crow’s face descended as expected from the night sky, a cleaver ready for slaughter.
She looked up, as if seeing a pool of unrestrained Killing Intent.
Black Crow Tamasi!
The previously critically injured abdon was forcibly staunched by his muscle repair thod, and though he had not fully recovered his combat power, the task of lying in wait for an ambush was as familiar to him as breathing.
The Black Crow utilized the ‘ntal thod’ learned from Blind Town, almost rging with the environnt. Even with a reconnaissance Miracle, it would be difficult for the Silver Lamp to detect his presence. He swung the cleaver down without giving the Silver Lamp any chance for explanation!
This was both the Law of Ya Sha Jin, and Tamasi’s Heart’s Desire.
As the Evil Crow, the Silver Lamp had no opportunity for self-defense or clearing her na, only a blood-soaked, wailing execution awaited her—disembowelnt!
Clang!
The clash of cleaver and sword erupted in a furious blast. The Black Crow stared at the sword with which the Silver Lamp had countered—Ash’s sword, why was it in the Silver Lamp’s hands?
A mont of doubt and a subtle panic reflected in the Black Crow’s injured body, causing his movents to slightly hesitate, most of his Killing Intent dissipating. The Silver Lamp seized the opportunity to sidestep and flee, spreading her golden and silver wings in an attempt to fly away!
Yet hesitation could only linger in the heart of Ya Sha Jin for a mont. The Black Crow, without glancing at the situation in the ruins below, fiercely stepped on the airborne debris to catch up with the Silver Lamp!
From the brief engagent just now, he sensed that the Silver Lamp was already exhausted!
He grabbed the iron chain connected to the cleaver, swinging it like a rope while rapidly closing in, dodging the Silver Lamp’s backward strikes, and slapping with his palm!
The Silver Lamp retaliated, fearlessly with a palm strike of her own!
Smack!
In the instant the two palms collided, the Black Crow was astonished as he looked into the expressionless eyes of the Silver Lamp.
He had already used his self-created ‘Malfunction’ Combat Skill. If the Silver Lamp had been at her peak, it might have been fine, but with her magical power exhausted and physical strength depleted, she should not have been able to resist ‘Malfunction’. The soft force of this palm should have spread throughout her body, plunging her into a two-second stun.
However, the Silver Lamp was completely unhard because she had also used the ‘Malfunction’ Combat Skill, the two soft forces canceling each other out!
More importantly, the fact that the Silver Lamp could still use Combat Skills ant she had been feigning exhaustion—
The Silver Lamp flipped and kicked powerfully, sending the Black Crow flying, turning to leave. At this mont, she saw the cleaver’s chain swing over from the side, casually slashing with her sword. Yet, the cleaver strangely curved, and the sword hit empty air, having the chain behind the cleaver wrap around her arm instead.
“That sword—”
The chain snapped tight, dragging Silver Lamp back with overwhelming force.
The Black Crow, holding the chain single-handedly like a vengeful soul from Hell, dragged the soaring Silver Lamp into Despair!
“You’re not worthy!”
The Black Crow gripped the Gray Fox Blade tight, stabbing toward the falling Silver Lamp!
Upon hearing this, Silver Lamp’s face contorted, eyes boiling with Anger and Resentnt. She did not evade, raising her left arm straight into the path of the Gray Fox Blade!
The Gray Fox Blade lodged exactly between the ulna and radial bone, a few drops of silver blood oozed out, but the trajectory veered off, avoiding her head. Silver Lamp did not release the sweet words and hidden dagger, nor did she attempt to distance herself from the Black Crow. Instead, she pulled him closer with her right hand and began to kick incessantly!
Each kick landed on the Black Crow’s wounded abdon, and each kick caused blood and filth to gush from his wounds!
The Black Crow remained silent, enduring the Silver Lamp’s onslaught, only tightening his grip on the chain with his left hand. The chain attached to the cleaver’s end had already worn edges sharpened, as he forcefully pulled it in, the chain tightened like a slow slicing whip around the Silver Lamp’s arm, shredding her flesh, silver blood dripping as if skinning her!
Yet the Silver Lamp did not let go, instead, she reversed the sword to stab at the Black Crow’s face. The Black Crow dodged this feeble retaliation but suddenly withdrew the Gray Fox Blade, not choosing to attack any other potentially evasive areas of the Silver Lamp but targeting the arm bound by the chain!
To be more precise—her sword-gripping hand!
The blade pierced through the palm, and the hand gripping the sword trembled slightly.
“Let go!”
Within this filled-with-Resentnt threat, the Black Crow could hear the wailing and pleading undertone.
The Black Crow saw tears brimming in the Silver Lamp’s eyes, biting her silver teeth, a sadness unfitting for her identity appearing on her face.
Nevertheless, the Black Crow did not hesitate. The Gray Fox Blade continued to cut, brutally tearing through her palm, slashing between the spaces of her middle and index fingers, nearly splitting her hand into two!
Silver Lamp feebly released her right hand, using her final strength to kick the Black Crow away, the chain wrapped around her arm slid out like a spiral paring knife, leaving behind a silvery, flayed arm.
The Black Crow, whose deteriorating wounds erupted, could hold no longer, landing to catch Ash’s sword and then plumted to the ground like a wingless crow.
Splat.
But what awaited the Black Crow was not a cold, hard ground, but warm and steady arms. The Black Crow turned his head, seeing Ash trying to heal his wounds with a Miracle, he shook his head: “It’s useless… I am not affected by any Technique Spirit. The Silver Lamp…”
Ash took the sweet words and hidden dagger from his hand, placing him on a nearby rooftop. The Black Crow looked up, spotting the Silver Lamp skimming across the wall of a distant building, her wings covering and erasing every written record, leaving only a chaotic ss of indentations.
“She’s surely destroying the crucial clues!” shouted Igula in panic as he arrived, “Now none of us can escape!”
The only ones who had a chance to stop her from destroying those clues were Igula and Gwen outside. But after realizing the Silver Lamp’s intent, Igula hesitated for a mont and chose not to intervene—he wasn’t afraid of the clues being destroyed as he had already deduced the answer—then he pulled Gwen to check the situation within the ruins.
“To be held in such regard by the Silver Lamp, it must be indispensable information for deducing the third ‘Truth Link’.” said Harvey. “Apart from the Silver Lamp, no one else could possibly know the secrets of the Dead City.”
Igula asked, “How did the Silver Lamp escape your siege?”
Harvey: “Ash almost subdued her when she found an opportunity to strike a fatal blow, even using Ash as a shield. I was too cautious.”
Ash was critically struck by the Silver Lamp? How could it be? She did it all for—
Countless thoughts swirled in Igula’s mind; he turned to look at Ash, who shook his head indicating he was fine, saying softly, “I used the ‘Three Seconds Cicada Rest’.”
After being punctured through the chest by the Silver Lamp, his mind went blank, but his body instinctively invoked Yuanchan, the injuries mysteriously vanished in an instant, as if nothing ever happened.
Returning to the past, fleeing from the future hard by the Silver Lamp.
Now the Silver Lamp flew to the top of the Tower, where the distance made Ash and the others give up on pursuit. The Dead City was vast and nearly devoid of light, making it difficult to trap a flying mage if the Silver Lamp was determined to escape.
Ash gazed at the Silver Lamp atop the Tower; Silver Lamp hugged her battered right hand with her back to them. Her head tilted slightly, seemingly wanting to turn back to see what expression they bore now.
But eventually, she did not look back.
The most futile act in life is looking back.
Silver Lamp flared her wings, plumting from the Tower, disappearing into the night.
Igula watched this scene, a faint understanding dawned on him.
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