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Chapter 198: Chapter 197: The Pursuers Who Followed
For Fang Zheng, the conversation with Lamy had been immensely enlightening, and if it all proved useful, his own power would surely increase further. It was for this reason that after saying goodbye to Lamy, he went back to find Aralastor and brought up the matter of the Follower of the Crimson Realm with him.
However, Aralastor's reaction was even more intense than Fang Zheng had anticipated.
“I can't believe it, Lamy has actually come to this city… No, we must stop that Fire Mist Warrior, we absolutely can't let Lamy be killed by him.”
“Who would have thought that the Fire Mist Warrior and a Follower of the Crimson Realm could actually get along so well?”
Fang Zheng was quite surprised by Aralastor's reaction, to which Aralastor promptly gave an answer.
“I admit, Lamy is a harmless Follower of the Crimson Realm, and generally, he doesn't pose a threat to the world's balance. But that's not the issue here. You should already know from Lamy that he only collects the remnants of the Torch, right?”
“Of course I… Oh my god, you've got to be kidding!”
Upon hearing Aralastor's question, Fang Zheng casually replied, then instantly realized something.
“Could it be…”
“Exactly, Lamy has been using his unique Free Method to gather the power of those remnant Torches for several hundred years. You can imagine how immense the Power of Existence he has collected is, and if Lamy were to be killed, all that collected power would spiral out of control and then…”
“I didn't expect this, he's practically a walking bomb.”
Hearing this, Fang Zheng sighed and shook his head. To tell the truth, he hadn't sensed any danger from that old man at all. But on second thought, it made sense. All by himself, the man had been collecting Torches for hundreds of years; constant dripping wears away a stone, little by little becomes a lot. If you picked up just one coin from the ground every day, after so many years the amount would be enough to crush someone, let alone the Power of Existence… uh? What a coincidence?
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Just at that moment, Fang Zheng and Shana both turned their heads and looked out the window. Despite the pitch blackness, they could both feel that a strange presence had arrived in the city.
“Talk about speaking of Cao Cao and Cao Cao appears, that was quick… Well then, I'll leave it to you guys.”
“Eh?”
Hearing what Fang Zheng said, Shana paused, then she turned her head, looked at Fang Zheng who was lounging lazily on the sofa, and carelessly switched on the TV to watch the evening news.
“Aren't you going?”
“That's your problem as Fire Mist Warriors, isn't it? A human like me shouldn't interfere. Or are you saying you're afraid you can't beat them and that you have to rely on me? Kids are just kids…”
Hearing this, Shana exploded with anger.
“So annoying, so annoying, SO annoying! I was just asking, it's none of my business whether you come or not, let's go Aralastor!”
“Ah, oh…”
Before the words fell, Shana flung open the balcony's glass door, and with one leap, she jumped out and vanished into the night. It was only after her figure had disappeared that Fang Zheng yawned, stretched out his hand, and snapped his fingers lightly; swiftly, the glass door flung open by Shana closed with a “snap”.
“Can't that brat use the door?”
Of course, Shana didn't know that Fang Zheng had categorized her as a “brat”. Had she known, she might have turned around to fight Fang Zheng for three hundred rounds and then go after the Fire Mist Warrior. But that didn't mean Shana was in any good mood now, comparable to a Saintess.
“Damn it, damn it, damn that infuriating man!”
Clenching her fists tightly, Shana bit her lip, looking aggrieved. For some reason, seeing Fang Zheng's lazy demeanor made her blood boil. If possible, she really wanted to beat him up.
But… she couldn't beat him, and it was so frustrating!!
Since that was the case, she would let that Fire Mist Warrior, oblivious of time, bear the brunt of her fury!
“Huh!!”
That's when, suddenly, Shana came to an abrupt halt. She could feel the air beginning to vibrate, and soon after, invisible forces of Power of Existence were rapidly spreading out from ahead of her.
“It's a large-scale Free Method search, they must be targeting Lamy. Under no circumstances can we let them succeed, Shana!”
“I've got it, Aralastor!”
Before the words were fully spoken, a pitch-black trench coat enveloped the girl's body. Shana reached forward, drawing her beloved sword from within the coat as vivid flames sprang up around her. Clutching her weapon tightly, she then shot forward like a bullet.
Over there!
In just a few moments, Shana reached the rooftop of what appeared to be an abandoned department store. Her opponent had clearly already detected her presence as a Fire Mist Warrior and was leisurely waiting for her.
It was a golden-haired European beauty with a fiery figure, a stark contrast to the petite Shana, who looked no different from a primary school student. The woman was dressed in an urban OL uniform, exuding a mature femininity. She had a large book slung over her shoulder and stood there with an air of composure. However, upon seeing Shana's arrival, surprise showed on the woman's face.
“I never imagined it would be the Fiery-Eyed Assassin,”
“Is it you?”
Seeing the Fire Mist Warrior before him, Aralastor, residing within the necklace, was also shocked.
“'Machias, the Trampler's Claw' and 'Marjorine Doe, the Eulogy Reciter'… I didn't expect it to be you two.”
“Ahahahaha, long time no see, 'Catastrophic Fire'.”
As Aralastor spoke, the large book slung over the woman's shoulder also emitted blue flames in greeting.
“So it's you who are chasing the 'Corpse Collector,' Lamy?”
“Correct!”
Upon hearing Aralastor's query, the woman named Marjorine nodded.
“That guy always pretends to be harmless, but who knew he was collecting so much Power of Existence behind our backs! I finally caught wind of his trail, and this time, I'm going to tear that vulture to pieces!”
“We won't let you do that!”
With an angry roar, Shana raised her longsword pointed at Marjorine.
“Leave this city immediately, or else…”
“Oh? Or else what, Young Lady?”
Confronted with Shana's threat, the large book began to mock without restraint.
“As the Contractor of a cowardly Demon God, you dare to confront us with blades drawn. That's very brave. A Fire Mist Warrior sheltering a Follower of the Crimson Realm? What do you really want?”
“Enough with you two battle maniacs! Lamy is just a harmless Follower of the Crimson Realm!”
“I don't care if he's harmful or not!”
No sooner had Aralastel's words left his mouth than they were ruthlessly interrupted by Marjorine, who took a step forward and glared coldly at Shana.
“All Followers of the Crimson Realm are enemies, they must die. My existence is to exterminate every single one of them, no exceptions! No exceptions!!”
“It seems there's no talking to you!”
Facing the woman in a rage, Shana also sneered and gripped her longsword tighter.
“Then let's settle this with a fight!”
“Exactly as I desired, little girl. Let's see just how formidable the Contractor of 'Catastrophic Fire' is!”
With a loud roar, the battle between the two Fire Mist Warriors began.
Chapter end
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