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Chapter 83 - Spicy Chicken?

A corridor passage that looked like a lava hell, infinite flames howling angrily, and a crimson demonic spirit suspended in midair.

It tries to restore its pre-birth appearance, but it can't get back its burnt skin, its ragged clothing, and its tongue hanging down long.

It was hanged...

Eleazar's eyes narrowed and he had just summoned his blade in preparation to test it, but the sea of fire around him suddenly churned violently, followed by a dense mass of figures lashing out.

It was a group of charred dead bodies, but when they looked closely, they realized that the eyes, ears, mouths and noses of this group of humanoid monsters were full of red light, and the inside wasn't flesh and blood at all, but rather looked like a fireman covered with a thick layer of ashes.

It was surprising that it still had slaves! Those were the building's former dead, and now, all of their souls had been enslaved by the demonic spirits, turning them into these inhuman creatures that could come and go in the sea of fire.

"Look out!"

Eleazar warned, slashing a few of the lunging fire spirits apart, but by the time she turned her head to look, she realized that the witch had been overwhelmed by a whole swarm of monsters, and there was a flurry of blood and flesh.

"You..."

Eleazar's face paled slightly as he took a deep breath, urging his spirituality to surge to his wrists before pushing out with a heavy slap!

The majestic cold energy instantly left a cone of white frost on the ground, while the seven or eight feasting Fire Spirits exploded into roiling ice shards on the spot, the

All that's left on the floor is a blur of gore.

"Where's the holy water!" Eleazar's face hardened a bit.

The daytime demon spirits had indeed noticed that they were carrying this very threatening thing as well, and the poor witch became the target of the set fire.

I should have known better than to let her keep it!

Eleazar grips the blade of his sword with both hands, his mind quickly contemplating ways to check the enemy without the holy water, warding off rapidly scurrying figures in the sea of fire on either side of him, occasionally striking back with small bursts of chilling intimidation, while still taking the time to regain a bit of his aura.

"Don't be afraid, I've come back to life with holy water!"

Seeing that the scene was on the verge of becoming uncontrollable, the Witch who had remodeled her body then hurriedly ran from the back.

"I was just unprepared..."

She explained aloud as she ran, completely oblivious to the fact that her feet had rumbled slightly.

"Look out!"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, a sudden pillar of fire surged up at the same time, melting her again.

Eleazar is so angry he could spit blood.

Is this man here to help or to drag his feet.

The witch once again took the holy water into the time of rebirth, leaving him alone to face the demonic spirit of unfathomable strength and a group of slaves.

And this time, it was clear that the other side wasn't going to let them gather.

The fluctuation of the spell flooded again, and Eleazar sidestepped like lightning, heavily cleaving the fireballs that whizzed by with a single blow of his sword, lest he smashed the magical girl who had been resurrected and run over again, and then took a quick two steps back on his feet, dodging a few of the fire spirits pouncing on him while the invisible blade in his hand was quickly lifted to counterattack with a sweep that decapitated three of the monsters' heads.

The spirituality was suddenly consumed sharply and began to fall short of its income.

Eleazar gritted his teeth and threw the last two frost detonators toward the demonic spirit at the same time.

Two astonishing cold energies instantly erupted, the low temperature even suppressed the surrounding sea of fire, and a wall of ice emanating from the cold separated the demonic spirits and the fire spirits.

The boss is on the inside and they are on the outside.

With the fires all around them weakening, the fire spirits begin to panic, and Eleazar takes advantage of the situation and begins to make a killing.

The invisible swords that were overflowing with faint blue mist, one by one, hacked the fire spirits into ashes that filled the sky.

By the time the once again resurrected Witch arrived in a hurry, Eleazar, who had no emotion in his eyes, impaled the last of the Fire Spirits on the ground.

"Amazing~" exclaimed Evelea.

This is the killing experiment developed by the Church.

The brutality has given them superb reaction nerves, tireless physical strength, keen intuition and perception, thus possessing amazing fighting instincts as soon as they pick up a weapon.

The other Sequencers didn't know how many magical potions they had to take and how many times they had to perform the ritual to have such an enviable body.

Eleazar, already understanding the Witch's shortcomings, stepped forward and snatched the holy water as he commanded, "Stand back and find your own chance to cast the spell!"

"Oh~"

Eleazar glared at her again.

Although this guy had an immortal body, he was slow to react and had no sense of combat, even if he could occasionally have a flash of insight, his body couldn't keep up with his brain's thoughts, so he kept giving away heads.

"Crack-"

The ice wall shattered and fell, while the Daytime Demon Spirit inside could never have imagined that in just a dozen seconds, a dozen or so of his own slaves had already been slaughtered.

It is greeted by a Witcher who rushes up with a sword.

With a wordless growl, it reached out and grabbed the sea of fire on either side of it, cross-dragging out the last of its protection.

The passageway in front of them was instantly covered by a dense web of fire.

Eleazar thrashes through several webs of fire and brakes sharply.

The daytime demon spirits at the end of the line began to sink into the ground.

It was actually trying to escape!

Eleazar chops at the fireweb as hard as he can, realizing that it's simply too late to stop it from escaping.

"I'll do it!"

Evelea stepped forward, an amazing wave of spirituality converging on her body.

Then endless streams of water came to the channel behind her, churning into rapids, and all the way through the fire net washed down like a storm.

She's finally getting some use out of her...

Is this an ability gained from flooding?

Eleazar sighs and quickly follows close behind, coming up to the ghostly creature trapped by the watery prison, pulling out the holy water and splashing it all out as it howls in fear.

Under the holy water, all beings are equal!

No one but an acolyte can withstand this divine power that vaporizes transcendent activity!

With a mournful scream, the form of the daytime demonic spirit was purified on the spot.

In the process of investigating the birth of ghost spirits, the most troublesome thing is that they will come out to resist, and the only way to have enough time to investigate is to repel them once first.

And now they finally repelled the daytime demon spirits.

This was the strongest dark creature he had encountered since he became a Transcendent!

Eleazar, whose spirituality had been depleted to the point of exhaustion, gasped and glanced at the witch behind him.

"How many times have you completed the magic potion ritual?"

"Aiya, that's the most important secret of a Sequencer, how can you just tell others."

"But then, I can tell Mr. Prince oh."

Evelea looked up at the sky, "Once~"

"Lying to hell with you!"

Eleazar was full of disbelief.

"Oops, you got me... Well, it was actually 1.5 times..."

Evelea grinned. There was no such thing as half a time, which meant that the witch was a transcendent who had already completed the magic potion ritual twice.

Judging from the important abilities she showed, the first ritual should be 'Rebirth' and the second 'Disaster'...

And all of these transcendental rituals could only be organized after taking a number of copies of magic potions, which meant that this woman had conservatively been high on more than ten bottles of magic potions.

He himself, on the other hand, was still just the 'hot chicken' who was digesting the second portion of the magic potion.

Despite the fact that the magic guide book said it was no worse than a magic potion ritual, Eleazar's face still looked a little sad.