Dimensional Codex System: I'm really not a cultist!-Chapter 236 - 235: A Different Unfolding
Chapter 236: Chapter 235: A Different Unfolding
For Wilhelmina, this was an extremely arduous battle.
As a powerful King of the Crimson Realm, “Wicked Blade” Sabrac’s most formidable trait was his unexpected assassinations. Generally, Fire Mist Warriors and Followers of the Crimson Realm could sense each other’s presence. So, upon sensing the aura, preparations for offense and defense would commence. However, “Wicked Blade” Sabrac seemed to possess the ability to conceal his own aura, striking suddenly when others were completely unguarded, without any prior signs.
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Just as when Wilhelmina was ambushed this time, he almost struck the moment Sealing unfolded, and it was for this reason that Wilhelmina could not escape disaster, getting severely injured in the process.
Not only that…
“Ugh…”
Looking at the bandages wrapped around her body, Wilhelmina furrowed her brows deeply, the pristine white bandages already soaked with large patches of blood. This should have been impossible because Fire Mist Warriors possessed a self-healing ability far beyond that of ordinary people. As long as their heads were not chopped off, bodily wounds could usually heal in a short amount of time.
But this rule was nullified in the face of Sabrac, all due to his Free Method “Stigmata.” This ability could hinder the self-healing powers of Fire Mist Warriors, acting somewhat like a DEBUFF. Consequently, Wilhelmina was now covered in agonizing wounds, and the Fire of Purification couldn’t function at all. Although she managed to protect her vital points in time, the damage inflicted by this strike was not minor.
Not to mention, it was incurable…
Looking at the blood oozing from her arm, Wilhelmina furrowed her eyebrows tightly as she felt strength gradually leaving her body. It involuntarily reminded her of the first battle with Sabrac, when she had also been subjected to a sudden attack by him and nearly lost her life. If it wasn’t for Phyllis and John, who were bound by a pact, appearing in the nick of time to save her, she probably would have perished at Sabrac’s hands.
But even they couldn’t ultimately escape Sabrac’s grasp. In a battle afterward, “the pair bound by the pact” was defeated by Sabrac, and with the last of her strength, Phyllis sealed her lover John inside the Zero Hour Resurgence they had created. Utilizing the transference property of the Noble Phantasm, she sent him away from the battlefield. And subsequently, Wilhelmina parted ways with Phyllis.
That was another reason why she sought to retrieve Zero Hour Resurgence from Fang Zheng.
Because that Noble Phantasm was not just the target of the Masquerade Ball, it was also the symbol of “the pair bound by the pact,” and what was sealed within it…
“Boom!!”
Just then, flames instantly burst through the wall, and numerous sharp blades emerged from within the flames, firing towards Wilhelmina. Witnessing this scene, Wilhelmina leaped backward forcefully. Raising both hands, dozens of white ribbons swiftly formed a shield in front of her as she moved. A series of “thuds” echoed as the torrent of blades wrapped in flames seemed to be halted by a dam, splitting down the middle and scattering to both sides. Wilhelmina gritted her teeth, resolutely resisting the onslaught.
For Wilhelmina, Sabrac was an exceedingly difficult King of the Crimson Realm to confront, to say that she had no chance against him would be precise. Had it not been for the help of “the pair bound by the pact” in those previous encounters, she would have likely died long ago.
But mere resistance was not a solution, as this was not the optimal moment to confront Sabrac. What troubled Wilhelmina even more was that before this, she had investigated and there had been no trace of Fire Mist Warriors in the vicinity…
“Rip!”
Before Wilhelmina could come up with a response, the shield before her was suddenly torn open by a large hole. Then, as Wilhelmina watched in horror, a figure wrapped in a cloak emerged from the hole. The blade in his hand slipped through the air silently, aiming straight for Wilhelmina’s chest.
“Mr. Fang Zheng, isn’t this a chicken leg?”
Hearing Fang Zheng hum the lyrics, Nanoka glanced at him curiously and then turned her gaze back to the chicken leg on the stove.
“That’s called artistic conception, artistic conception… oh right, don’t forget to sprinkle the seasoning. Cutting a few more slits helps the flavors penetrate more easily.”
“Okay.”
Hearing Fang Zheng’s instructions, Nanoka obediently nodded her head. She then picked up the dining knife beside her and cut several more slits into it. Meanwhile, Tilia approached with a skewer of corn from the side.
“Elder Brother, why not have some corn first? There are also drinks here?”
“Then I’ll take you up on that… oh right, do you want something?”
“For me, just this is enough.”
Hearing Fang Zheng’s question, Tilia grinned, taking out a… banana from her side and then bringing it to her mouth. Under the glow of the firelight, Fang Zheng soon saw a tiny tongue peek out and gently lick the grilled golden crust of the banana.
There Tilia was, watching Fang Zheng while “savoring” the taste of the banana in her hand. Her little tongue was as nimble as a small snake, incessantly gliding and wrapping around the golden crisp surface that was coated with honey, occasionally revealing flashes of silver…
Seeing Fang Zheng’s reaction, Tilia quietly smiled, then opened her little mouth and bit off the top half of the banana… Mmm… it was a good thing Fang Zheng didn’t see that moment.
After all, for him, the chicken leg in front of him was more important. Watching the chicken leg on the stove begin to emit wafts of aroma, he noticed Nanoka next to him could hardly resist starting to wave her tongs, ready to dig in.
It should be about ready now, so next…
While pondering, Fang Zheng looked towards the small beef cuts arranged on the plate beside him.
