King Ember's Journey to Tevat

Chapter 646 Giant Mage
"I should be the one who says this right to you! The abyss brought a dark disaster, and Camrya was destroyed because of it, but you are still stubborn in the darkness!"

The man in black robe looked up at the Abyss Chanter in the sky and roared with anger on his face.

"Hey, what does this have to do with me?" The Abyss Chanter suddenly laughed out loud when he heard the black-robed man's roar.

"I am not an apostle who became an apostle after receiving grace from you humans. I was born in darkness. If it weren't for Your Highness, I wouldn't even see Canreans being lazy to distinguish between non-Canreans."

As he spoke, the sky became dark and hot. It was dark because huge fireballs kept falling from the sky. The fireball's light shrank inwardly, and only when it touched the ground did it burst out with unbearable heat.

"Marshal Amfortus is indeed right, the abyss is as disgusting as the false gods on the ground!"

When the man in black robe saw that the Abyss Songers didn't care about Kanreia, they realized that it was wishful thinking to cooperate with them.

These guys from the abyss are as unpredictable as the abyss. They are now so eager to rebuild Canria, I am afraid they have other motives.

"boom!"

A bright orange laser shot out from the distance, striking down the Abyss Apostle in the air again.

"It seems that you have just become an apostle. The higher you fly, the harder you fall. We still need to teach you this truth."

The Abyss Chanter stood up from the ground and saw the ruins guards roaring forward in the distance.

"As expected, I still can't adapt to this weak fighting style." The Abyss Chanter stood up from the ground, closed the Abyss Codex in his hand, and took off the thorn-shaped ring suspended behind his head.

"bass!"

In its other free hand, the solid flame was restrained and turned into a sharp arm knife.

"sieve!"

The fiery red figure on the ground no longer tried to take off. It shuttled across the grass, like a stream of light, hard to see with the naked eye.

The chanter's large and complicated robe did not affect its movements at all. In the blink of an eye, the chanter, who had transformed into an apostle, jumped onto the body of the ruins guard.

"Bah!"

Raising the ring in his hand, the apostle smashed it down hard. After a burst of sparks and lightning, the ruins guard was split into two halves.

Hot molten iron flowed from the flickering ring. The apostle looked at the "weapon" in his hand and exclaimed:
"I didn't expect this thing to be quite useful!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The ground trembled, and in the distance, several ruins guards closed their steel arms and charged sideways.

Their powerful legs stirred up bursts of sand, leaving khaki trenches behind them.

Based on this alone, these guards are worthy of their original name of "cultivating machines".

"These guys! Where did they come from with so many iron lumps!" The Abyss Apostle looked around and cursed secretly.

"Drink! The grace of the abyss!" The apostle took a deep breath, and the powerful power in his body gathered in his chest, and then burst out violently.

The ring-shaped wall of fire spread around, burning everything. The substantial elemental force swept across, leaving an expanding hole in the wilderness.

And those ruins guards that had been temporarily modified by the black-robed people were so shocked that most of the old and worn-out parts in their bodies completely stopped.

They either slumped to the ground with molten iron flowing, or completely fell apart due to the huge impact.

There were only a few remaining guards of the ruins who could continue to move, and they were dismantled by the swords of the apostles of the abyss.

"The chanter's melee combat ability is so terrifying?" The man in black robe looked horrified. Didn't he say that the chanter was a civil servant of the Abyss Religion, a mage?

Why is the ability of civilians to fight in close quarters so terrifying?
This discovery made the people in black robes more dangerous to the Abyss Order to another level.

"Huh..., Huh..., it seems that you still need to get used to it." The apostle panted heavily. The explosion just now was exerted with the power it had before, and it didn't even take a breath.

But now that the movement has stopped, it only feels burning pain in its throat and chest. It hurt so much that it even opened its large mage robe and pressed its chest...

Then it knew why it was so embarrassed.

"Where are all the tendons on my body?!!"

The apostle exclaimed. Through the bright fire element shield, it saw that his chest was smooth and neat. The sharp-edged muscles before were gone! "Is this the price for acquiring knowledge?" The apostle recalled the magic that appeared out of thin air in his mind. It turned out that these were all exchanged for his own muscles.

It suddenly felt that becoming a chanter was not so good.

But no matter how it feels, the enemy in front of it will not allow it to continue to think divergently.

The people in black robes gradually gathered around, making the apostle of the abyss feel funny.

"If you didn't take the opportunity to escape, you would actually surround me. You are not that brave."

"If you really want to fight, we may not be much worse than you." The people in black robes stood on the spot without any hint of timidity.

"Oh? Then let's try it." Relying on their ability to teleport at any time, many apostles of the abyss have unknowingly learned the skill of "taunting".

The same goes for the apostle in front of him. He raised his palms and couldn't wait to fight with these people.

"Before the battle, I want to ask you, have you really mastered the method of purifying the curse?"

Unfortunately, the men in black robes in front of the apostle were not moved at all. They did not pay attention to the apostle's provocative actions, but instead asked about it.

"The facts are right in front of you. If you don't believe it, I can't help it either." The apostle tilted his head in the direction of the fiery red elemental shield in the distance.

The battle between the apostles and the men in black robes intentionally or unintentionally avoided that place. Although both sides say they don't care, in fact the identity of "Kanrya" is still very important in their hearts.

"I see, the abyss is unpredictable. It would be great if the darkness outside this world could be more stable." The man in black robe nodded, and then sighed.

The experience of the kingdom's destruction made them fear the power of the abyss, but now it seems that only this power can lead Canria to its revival.

"Hey, why don't you join the embrace of the abyss, so that we don't have to fight each other with swords." The apostle of the abyss began to recruit people in black robes in front of him.

There are only one more Kanria people alive in the world, although the apostle of the abyss himself is not sure whether the mysterious guys in front of him are the remnants of Kanria.

"No, we have found our own path, and you have just completed the most critical puzzle piece."

[Teleis requested...]

The man in black robe at the center closed his eyes, and in his mind, a bright sun appeared.

After the red moon and the black sun, they, the remnants of their homeland, used their own wisdom to create their own sun.

The man in black robe in the center glanced at his companion beside him.

[Trilles requests to integrate the consciousness of all the citizens of Amad, Motabo, Katon, Turdi and Mondstadt Lake. 】

【Purpose. 】

An emotionless response came from the huge blue-white ball in his mind. The voice was firm and loud, like a piece of steel that could speak.

The man in black robe moved his gaze from his companion to the Abyss Apostle who was gearing up in the distance.

[Invasion of the Abyss Apostle’s Consciousness. 】

[Danger, dismissed. 】

The result of the brief exchange was not what Trilles expected. The voice in my head would not agree to this almost suicidal request.

[This monster has important information in its mind, for example: the method of transformation between the Qiuqiu people of the Black Sun tribe and humans. 】

【…】

The "sun" in his mind stirred a few times, and then this voice came from the bottom of Trilles' heart:

[Approved, prepare to share the consciousness pressure, target... all citizens. 】

[The "ring" begins to anchor, object: Trilles and his consciousness fusion body. 】

[Good luck, my proud people. 】

The sun in my mind finally had some emotion.

(End of this chapter)