Chapter 152: Raid(2)

"Bang!bang!"

Dull, nauseating sounds of bodies bursting echoed continuously above the ruins. Ashina and Phield coordinated seamlessly, launching a relentless guerrilla assault against the corpse swarm. The longsword sliced through corrupted corpses as easily as cutting through air. Each time the black wolf unleashed its dragonfire,大片 of corpses were reduced to ash. With a gust of wind, the powder scattered everywhere—perhaps meaningless to the corpses.

But to Ophelia, who possessed intelligence, this scene was nothing short of a horror film.

"Damn humans!"

Ophelia’s eyes burned with fury, her heart bleeding. Every transcendent corpse had been painstakingly cultivated by her, only to be slaughtered so recklessly. Her plump tail lashed wildly in anger, cracking through the air with explosive force.

"Don’t lose focus."

A fierce gust roared as the Greatsword of Gluttony slammed heavily into Ophelia’s back. With a sharp cracking sound, she spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from the air like a kite with its string cut.

The moment Ophelia hit the ground, Rosalia pressed the attack. Her greatsword swept out with savage force, space itself seeming to distort as the blade cut toward Ophelia’s slender waist.

If that strike landed, it would undoubtedly cleave her in half.

"Don’t even think about it. I’ll avenge my kind!"

A violent surge of power erupted from Ophelia.

"Second-tier Divine Skill—Sapphire Dragon Transformation!"

A sweeping force surged skyward. Behind Ophelia, dazzling sapphire wings rapidly solidified, while a pair of delicate dragon horns appeared on her forehead.

With a resounding clang, the greatsword collided with the gemstone wings. Cracks instantly spread across the newly formed wings before they shattered outright. Fortunately, their destruction bought Ophelia just enough time for her to catch the blade with her claws.

"Oh? Finally forced you to use a Divine Skill."

"Don’t underestimate me!"

Ophelia shouted, raising her left hand high.

"This isn’t over yet."

A deep blue ring spread outward like a wave, enveloping all the corrupted corpses within the ruins.

Blue light immediately flared across their bodies. Around vulnerable areas like their necks, scales with a sapphire sheen began to grow.

"Damn, the corpses got buffed."

Phield was astonished. When he swung his sword again, he could clearly feel resistance.

"Ashina, be careful. They’ve been strengthened."

"Roar—"

A massive corrupted bull charged out, its body covered in blue crystals. Already a third-tier creature, its aura now reached the peak of the third tier.

"I’ll handle it, my lord. Hold on tight—if you fall, it’ll be dangerous."

Only after feeling Phield tighten his grip around her waist did Ashina let the black wolf move at full speed, dodging the bull’s trampling while continuously inflicting wounds on it.

In the distance, an even more intense battle erupted.

"I’ll beat you until you bleed—hah, hah, hah!"

"Come on! Who’s afraid of you!"

The two clashed violently again and again.

After forcing Rosalia back, Ophelia suddenly pulled out a scroll from behind her and tore it open.

Countless fireballs rained down like meteors toward Rosalia.

"Divine Skill—Endless Severance!"

Just as Rosalia was about to swing her sword, two corrupted corpses buried underground suddenly burst out, their hands clamping tightly around her ankles.

Caught off guard, Rosalia was briefly restrained. With the fireballs already upon her, she had no choice but to defend with chains.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Rosalia’s figure was instantly engulfed in flames.

"So you hid a trap. What a cunning fox."

"That’s right. This strike is vengeance for my kind—die!"

Ophelia sneered coldly. Her aura exploded as she lunged forward at astonishing speed, her claws piercing through the dense barrage of fireballs. Rosalia abandoned defense and brought her greatsword down in a vertical slash.

Amid a sky filled with blood, Ophelia’s claws drove straight into Rosalia’s chest, erupting into a burst of crimson mist. At the same time, Rosalia’s blade nearly split open half of Ophelia’s torso.

"Ugh—pfft—"

Both of them spat out large amounts of blood.

The battle between corrupted beings was brutally direct and terrifying.

"I avoided the vital point, but your heart has been crushed by me. You’re as good as—"

Enduring the intense pain, Ophelia struggled to stand while using divine power to repair her wounds. But what she saw next was utterly horrifying.

The Greatsword of Gluttony released countless blood threads. Under their restoration, Rosalia’s wound had already healed. She blinked her large eyes and looked at Ophelia with a pitying gaze.

"Who said you avoided a vital point? I simply didn’t aim for one."

Rosalia casually cut down the two corpses that had grabbed her from below. Carrying the Greatsword of Gluttony on her back, she elegantly lifted her skirt slightly.

"My apologies. That last strike cost me quite a bit of vitality. But I cleared the revival round rather easily. I wonder if you can do the same."

In the next moment, an even more violent and ferocious killing intent surged from Rosalia. Black-red flames ignited by Crimson Ascendancy rose high into the air.

Ophelia’s pupils shrank sharply, disbelief filling her eyes. She could feel that not only was her opponent not heavily injured—her combat power was actually increasing.

She let out an unwilling, bitter laugh.

"Heh... as expected, I didn’t have enough information. How frustrating."

"Don’t feel bad. You’re not suited for solo combat."

Rosalia rarely offered encouragement.

"You’re better suited for leading armies... or feeding children—ah, no, I mean commanding troops."

"Damn it... I’d rather die in battle than be humiliated by you!"

With that, Ophelia pulled out her orb and roared:

"Disintegration—Abyssal Orb!"

Without a moment’s hesitation, Rosalia immediately leapt back to Phield’s side, raising the greatsword in defense.

Most divine artifacts that undergo disintegration self-destruct.

"Wait—why do you all self-destruct the moment things go wrong?"

Phield was startled. He quickly pulled out a shield he had prepared and held it above his head.

However, the expected flash of light or explosion never came.

Ophelia’s artifact shattered, transforming into an icy blue liquid that wrapped around her body. It slowly solidified, then gradually shrank, finally turning into a small blue crystal—only the size of a figurine.

"Roar—"

The surrounding corrupted corpses suddenly lost coordination, like a disconnected network. Without the enhancement of Sapphire Dragon Transformation and without unified command, they became mindless, wandering aimlessly like flies.

After easily eliminating the remaining corpses, the three gathered around the blue crystal, all wearing confused expressions.

"What’s going on? She’s hiding inside it."

Rosalia tapped the crystal lightly.

Phield looked at the miniature girl curled up inside. He picked it up and shook it twice—she seemed to be in a dormant state.

Slurp—

Ashina licked it.

"No taste."

"Let me try too—slurp—"

Rosalia leaned in and gave it a lick as well.

"Yeah, no taste."

"Try biting it."