Chapter 1252 - 957: Name?

Chapter 1252: Chapter 957: Name?

In one encounter, the elite once of the Eye of Nightmare, a traitor to Hell and the Abyss, was beheaded.

Without any ability to resist, they faced the most complete death!

It was not due to lack of skill nor insufficient strength, but they had become prey in essence!

He chose the wrong opponent...

From Yuan Yuan’s hands, the piercing sound of metal friction constantly rang out.

Iron Crystal Growth!

The originally broad and heavy Stigmata Relic began its second growth at this moment.

When the Mountain Monarch’s Stigma once again followed the Mystic Ritual, blending with Tongchenghuang’s power, another explosion occurred—a starving tiger breaking free from its cage greedily devours the enemy’s blood and bone, converting it into its own mass.

Not only did it make the original grip increasingly slender, but even the sword’s blade started to grow with the extension of Iron Crystal, rapidly doubling its already three-foot six-inch length.

Just like a Long Spear...

It was no longer in the realm of a mundane heavy sword, but more exaggerated, increasingly tracing back to a more ancient past, forming its final fierce stance.

Upon the bloodstained sword spine, inscriptions like a solemn seal appeared, bringing the blessing from the Dongxia Genealogy.

——[Shangfang]!

Once a symbol of majesty that shielded the True Dragon and eradicated treason—born from the Dragon Vein brewing in Dongxia, a miracle forged specifically to strengthen the purity of the Dragon Vein, designed to strike against traitors.

Calling it the Dragon Blood Crystal wouldn’t be excessive!

If used on the battlefield, it would be a Zhanma Sword that conquers rebels, unstoppable by an entire army. If used internally, it is a purging weapon that clears evil and eliminates falsehood!

Not only functioning within the scope of Dongxia but covering the entire territory—even those turning away from civilization towards the Abyss will face complete reckoning before it.

Unless countered by a relic of equal rank, all defenses will be thoroughly shattered by this decree from the Dragon Vein!

"Now, it’s your turn..."

Accompanied by Yuan Yuan’s words, amidst flying crimson, the Zhanma Sword roared and howled, charging in with its master, breaking and crushing the Knight ensigns ahead.

Like a hot knife through butter, forging ahead!

War has just begun!

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"Bullheaded without a care... that truly is the style of the Yuan Family."

Perched on a stone at the mountain’s foothill, the Wood Cottage gazed into the distant scene, shaking its head in lament: "Complaining all day about your brother, yet you are even braver... how dare you criticize others?"

As others shone brightly on stage, he showed no eagerness to participate.

Wishing he could spend the entire event clapping and cheering, holding glow sticks, rallying for the valiant performance of his junior sister.

Grasp whatever can be understood, grasp it fully.

Unfortunately, the situation doesn’t allow it...

Seemingly noticing a gaze from the mountaintop, the one who planned to remain on the edge sighed: "Working on it, working on it, it’s almost done."

His hand paused momentarily, as those randomly excavated dead branches and vines from beneath the snow solidified into a half-human tall silhouette.

Resembling a scarecrow.

Holding the Sword Saint’s Sword, he casually sliced the wood in his hand, scattering it across the snowy ground, an exquisite accident scene emerged from the simple sand table.

Just like this, it was as if a great work was completed.

He yawned, thrust the Sword into the ground, then reached toward the battlefield’s direction, casually grasping in the wind as a streak of pitch black entwined his fingers.

Squirming like a worm.

In the end, it quickly crawled into the face of the ’scarecrow’, making the hastily drawn features subtly animated.

And thus, smiling, they glanced at each other.

The Wood Cottage suddenly asked:

"Name?"

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"I am Stasolis!"

In the carriage, beside the tattooed face of the High Priest, someone suddenly spoke up.

When others curiously observed this character who abruptly introduced themselves, they found him equally bewildered, confused why others were looking at him.

He hadn’t even realized he just spoke.

Then, his head split open.

From top to neck, cleanly sliced into halves by invisible sharp blades, blood spurted forth.

Under the malevolence of the disgust curse, from soul to body, everything shattered.

Only an illusory murmur echoed in everyone’s ears, inquisitively asking: "Name?"

"Alan Menar."

Bang!

The second head suddenly flew off the neck, then savagely mangled by invisible forces in mid-air, reduced to fist-sized lumps, and shattered on the ground.

Soon, a third voice rang.

"What’s your name?"

"Marco Lapu."

Then, those whose names were extracted from their souls, were slit right down the middle from the waist!

The malevolent will continuing to descend from the heavens, under the blessing of the Sword Saint’s Sword, the small wounds caused by the disgust victory expanded into a horrific hunt that armor couldn’t defend against.

The unique traditional talents of the Classical Music Classroom began their encore!

One, one, and yet another.

Until Ye Zhi impatiently closed the book in his hand.

Bang!

The bridge of malice was severed by an invisible force, and the hundredfold backlash surged back, causing the ’scarecrow’ in front of the wood cottage to explode instantly.

Fierce flames ignited from the shattered dead branches, spewing black smoke of soul combustion.

The broken souls, driven by hatred, crawled out from the burning branches to counterattack the wood cottage, only to be pushed back expressionlessly.

Then expertly affixed a talisman paper, sealing them, and so the scarecrow burned down to a heap of ashes.

The more you flip, the more you learn from experience.

But...

There was a dark silhouette on the train, slowly and coldly eyeing this place.

——Poxun’s Main Ceremony·Tattooed Face!

"Tsk, too much hatred attracted?"

The wood cottage sighed, "I never wanted to be the MVP."

But the blood-surrounded figure drifted and flashed in the air, crossing a thousand meters in a flash, then again... The gaps between began to rapidly shorten.

Charging swiftly!

The wood cottage twitched at the corner of his eye, instinctually turned back and shouted to the mountain: "Teacher, can I submit early!"

Among the mountains, the silhouette holding a coffee cup, leaning by the fire, glanced down at him.

Seemingly smiled.

Letting him foretell his twice as miserable future.

"Suddenly a big question, you must give me extra points..."

The wood cottage sighed in distress, feeling his pockets, among a mess of phone, MP3 player, earphone cable, power bank, portable WIFI, and wallet keychain, retrieved a yellow paper folded into a triangle, pinched between his fingers.

Lips opened and closed, whispering silently.

Instantly, countless people’s faint whispers seemed to echo by Tattooed Face’s ear, a chaotic sound, curses and rebukes of millions, roars, screams.

Until finally, the drifting sounds merged into a boom, overlapping, vibrating incessantly within the soul.

"...Three Stations and Seven Stars, wield the sword and cut evil, Starlord bound hands, Northern Emperor harvest soul, evil spirits and monsters, I swear not to hear... Those who hear my curse, head cracked, shattered like dust."

Bang!

The paper packet in the wood cottage’s hand suddenly exploded, rising a burst of fire, followed by the last chant: "Urgently like an order—"

At the moment the paper packet shattered, Tattooed Face’s movement aligned in mid-air, from countless black cracks on his face, an intense flame erupted, his head rapidly swelled.

A muffled sound like a balloon burst erupted.

The once-fierce head, already exploded like fireworks, but without blood or bone exposed, instead a thick darkness gushed forth.

Crawling out from the neck in the writhing darkness, emitting shrill screams and roars.

"Still not dead?"

The wood cottage couldn’t spare the heartbreak, hearing the abnormal sounds around.

Among the barren woods, the ground surged like liquid, countless corpse dogs climbed out, charging at him, soon splitting mid-air, the breaks smooth as mirrors, only the blood dyeing the snow a bright red, like blooming peony.

Beside him, the blade thrust into the soil hummed.

In the air, Tattooed Face rapidly dived down.

Where the head once was, in the writhing darkness countless eyes opened, casting evil light his way. Curse bombs fell like a storm, turning the entire forest into a land of death in an instant.

The dried trees cracked, countless worms crawled out, the snow on the ground seeped with numerous black hues, thorns and vines emerged with a fleshy texture,

Amongst the evil curse’s cluster, the wood cottage blinked, unscathed.

Completely unbothered.

Behind, the shadow of Ascend to a high ranking stretched its snake-like body comfortably, as if Huai Shi entering Hell, felt a spontaneous ease.

Yet witnessing the opponent merely mimicked a few evil eyes to turn this area into Hell’s power, the vast gap between each other became apparent.

This is the accumulation of malevolent thoughts and curses.

No matter how proficient a Curse Master fights against the sacrifice of Poxun, there’s inevitably constraint, especially when faced with a High Priest regarded as a Hell Derivative!

Utterly restrained to death...

How the hell should this be fought?

And Tattooed Face had already raised his palm towards the not far wood cottage, five fingers rapidly cracking, deforming, turning into burning black flame tentacles, overwhelming, covering!

Clearly seen, the sucking discs and grim orifice wriggling at tentacle tips.

The wood cottage’s scalp tingled.

After a moment’s reflection between performing a military salute and strategic retreat, he arrived at the most prudent solution, drew the long knife stabbed in the ground beside him in reverse.

Slashing forward!

But that awkward stance, even the darkness within Tattooed Face’s abdomen couldn’t help but chuckle aloud—this is the King of Tanbo’s student? Is this a stance to burn firewood?

You’re making me laugh!

But right after, he couldn’t laugh.

For a pale iron light emerged in the air, criss-crossed, flickering away, countless burning tentacles severed at the waist, intense pain spread.

Amidst the dwindling black flames and flying snow, the wood cottage raised his face.

The originally lively and bright gaze quickly dulled and dimmed.

Covered in white haze.

In an instant, the lazy youth transformed into an elderly man, yet from that gaze erupted unmatched sharpness, disdainfully overlooking all in the world.