Sanctuary Paradise

Chapter 610 Redemption
The fire of catastrophe fell from the sky.

In fact, this kind of magic was not Xin Lailai's first experience. It was just that at that time he was treated as the target of attack, and what he faced was just the fake "Fire Meteorite" cast by Mingyu.

But even so, the power of that Pseudo-Firefall of the Sky successfully surpassed any third-tier large-scale magic he could cast at the time, and even reached a level that was comparable to fourth-tier large-scale magic.

This is the horror of compound large-scale magic. Normal large-scale magic is already extremely terrifying in terms of destructive power among the same level, and compound large-scale magic takes the characteristics of large-scale magic and makes them even more extreme.

At the first level, such magic can easily determine the outcome of a tough battle; at the second level, such magic can easily destroy a team; at the third level, such magic can make a small town disappear from the map; and at the fourth level, the destructive power caused by a large-scale offensive compound magic can only be described in one word:
"Natural Disaster"

Boom——! !

The earth-shaking roar was endless.

On the battlefield, when the meteorite formed by the falling fire from the sky, which was more than 2,000 meters wide, collided with the statue of the goddess of ice and snow, Yamu, who was far away, felt that the scene in front of his eyes seemed to be directly broken. Everything he saw was rendered in red and blue in the huge rising mushroom cloud. The noisy wind beside his ears returned to deathly silence the moment the shock wave passed, leaving only the piercing buzzing sound that kept echoing in his mind.

"Tsk, I'm suddenly a little curious, did he use these moves when he sparred with you in the past?"

"No."

"I guess so. After all, the training ground is so small. If this guy really uses such a trick, there will be no point in playing."

Yamu looked at the disaster-like scene in front of him, at the earth that was gradually sinking and turning into ashes in the collision. The figures of Xin Lailai and the pale witch engulfed in flames were reflected in his golden pupils. He said with a sigh:

"The magician is something really perverted when it is put into use."

Although in terms of destructive power alone, as an agent, he is not unable to create a more outrageous scene, but the cost and risk required to do so are too great, and the environment requirements are also extremely harsh. It is simply incomparable to the mobile nuclear bomb of the wizard that can be detonated at any time as long as there are enough elements.

"That would be better."

A cold voice sounded, and the Death Holder was seen staring at the scene in the distance. The scene in front of him was reflected in his dark blue pupils. He was staring at the statue of the ice goddess in the distance that was shattered under the weight of the meteorite. A hint of heat flashed across the depths of his pupils, as if he wanted to try whether his own ghosts could cut it off.

"Tsk, you guys are really crazy."

When Yamu heard the words of the man holding the death row, he let out a light sigh and glanced vaguely at the large sword in the other's hand that exuded a cold and deathly aura. Finally, he shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, and complained in a hopeless tone.

boom--! !

The next second, the second round of storms caused by the collision between the red meteorite and the ice and snow goddess finally spread to the direction of the cobalt blue mecha. The huge roar instantly occupied the eardrums of the two people, causing their robes to dance wildly in the wind uncontrollably. Yamu's golden hair was blown into a hairspray style, and his whole appearance looked completely different.

However, the two of them didn't care about this at all. They just quietly watched the scene on the battlefield, looking at the huge mushroom cloud rising from the ground, and patiently waited for the outcome of this confrontation.

hum!
Finally, accompanied by a gust of wind that blew away the dust, the battlefield in front of them finally reappeared before their eyes:
At a glance, the original snowfield had disappeared at some point, and in its place was a huge deep pit with a diameter of about three kilometers, and a series of spider-web-like cracks spreading out from the deep pit. Orange-red magma gushed out from the cracks, splashing orange-red magma waves, gathering into hundreds of magma rivers, flowing slowly on the scorched earth.

Magma, thick smoke, the smell of saltpeter, and the shattered earth... If you look down from above, the scene before your eyes is nothing like what should be seen in the human world. Instead, it is like the purgatory where the fire demons in mythology live has descended on the earth.

At the deepest part of the pit, the pale witch was half-kneeling with a staff in her hand. Her grey robe had been burned into a charred brown by the flames, and her snow-white hair was severely curled. A large part of her body from the left shoulder down had disappeared, leaving only a bloody and charred wound that was slowly wriggling.

"лёд…ГмГм!!"

A weak and hoarse moan was heard, causing the magic wand in her hand to emit a faint light, but the next second, the pale witch suddenly coughed violently, and with a "wow" she spat out a large mouthful of blood of fate with a foul smell, and the breath on her body began to become disordered and violent.

"Uh...uh...!"

The sound of flesh being pierced was heard, and tiny tentacles suddenly broke out from the back and wounds of the pale witch, causing her to let out a painful roar. At the same time, the scarlet light in her pupils began to grow uncontrollably, and the foul smell on her body became increasingly strong.

Filthy transformation.

As the child of the world, even though she had become filthy, she had been able to maintain her last bit of sanity with the help of the blood of destiny and the power of the world, preventing herself from truly transforming into a filthy form.

But with the end of this battle, under the influence of excessive consumption of world power and too serious injuries, the sanity that now remains in his body is obviously no longer able to suppress the instincts that come from the filthy life in his body, and he began to degenerate into a filthy form.

Puff, puff, puff——!!

“Ugh…Ah…Ah…!”

The sound of flesh being pierced continued to ring out, and the pale witch who was half-kneeling on the ground began to tremble violently. She pressed her hands tightly against her chest, breathing heavily with a painful expression, and tried her best to mobilize the power in her body to suppress this change, but it was of no avail. Just as she was about to completely lose control, a broad and powerful hand suddenly rested on her shoulder, followed by a steady male voice full of reliability:
"town."

Om-! !

An extremely powerful soul energy burst out from her shoulder, and a circle of soul energy-constructed magic quickly spread from her body surface. With the help of the heavy and sharp sword, it suppressed the raging filthy power in her body, and the pain in her body was suddenly greatly reduced.

Boom!
A huge roar was heard, and a dark blue mecha shaped like a crab fell from the sky and slammed heavily into the deep pit. Then, a small white figure crawled out from the hatch of the mecha, looking at the pale witch half-kneeling on the ground, with a trace of sadness on the little face. He silently stretched out his little hand, releasing a circle of soft white light, enveloping her.

Zhila~!

Almost at the moment of touching the white light, the tentacles that broke out of the Pale Witch's body suddenly wilted in a burst of black smoke like snow seeing the light, and fell back on the Pale Witch's skin. When the Pale Witch herself felt the warm and familiar white light, she was stunned.

“Lady… Saint… of Light, uh uh… uh ah ah…! I didn’t… protect you well…”

An unconscious murmur came from the pale witch's mouth, and then she suddenly trembled violently. The palms pressed in front of her chest clenched unconsciously, and an expression of incomparable pain emerged on her face. The eyes in her scarlet pupils began to flicker rapidly, and the foul smell on her body suddenly became thicker.

But the next second, as Xin Lailai's words fell, the pale witch, who was already on the verge of losing control, was stunned.

"A man named Orton asked me to bring you a message. He asked me to tell you that Akarent Irene will always...will always be Orton's proudest disciple." A steady and powerful voice sounded from the deep pit. The pale witch's scarlet eyes, which were on the verge of collapse, were fixed there. A touch of reminiscence gradually emerged in her pupils, and two lines of bloody tears flowed from her eyes.

"Oton...Sensei."

Unlike the painful murmur just now, this time, the other party's voice was full of trembling and cowardice, but seemed to carry a certain emotion of attachment in it, as if the one who made the voice was no longer the powerful guardian who became the Pale Witch, but the carefree little girl who lived on the border of the kingdom and who only needed to learn magic from the figure in her memory every day and could devote herself to the arms of the mistress who treated her like a daughter.

“Teacher, no, that’s not right. Ah…ah!!”

However, before the pale witch could maintain this state for long, a trace of pain appeared on her face again, causing her to utter an uncontrollable murmur of pain. But this time, her expression and eyes were no longer out of control like before. Instead, she clenched her fingers tightly, slowly raised her head in the horrible pain brought by the erosion of filth, stared at Xin Lailai with her scarlet pupils, and spoke in a hoarse voice with tears streaming down her face:

“Move…your hands!”

"it is good."

As soon as the words fell, Xin Lailai's figure instantly disappeared from the spot. The next moment, the pitch-black blade pierced through the pale witch's chest with the sound of flesh and blood piercing, causing her body to suddenly stiffen and the vitality in her body began to dissipate rapidly.

The pale witch looked at this scene, lowered her head to look at the blade stuck in her chest, and felt her body quickly dying. A smile appeared on her weak face. Finally, she raised her head with her remaining strength, looked at the three people in front of her and the little white saint emitting a soft white light, and said in an extremely weak voice:
"I'll leave that... adult to you guys."

"Death... is fine. Please... let her... be free."

"besides……"

"Thanks."

Wow~!

A murmur as thin as a mosquito's hum came from the pale witch's lips that were swallowed by death, and she turned into a gray statue while smiling. Then she collapsed with a loud bang, and her body turned into ashes that slowly drifted to the north in a circle of cold wind. Only a gray crystal and a uniquely shaped pale treasure chest remained floating there quietly, as if telling something.

[Hint: Team member "Deathbringer" has killed the Overlord-class unit/Daughter of the World, "Pale Witch" Akarent Ailin]

[Hint: The team has obtained "World Class Treasure Box Pale (★★)" *1]

[Hint: The team has obtained "Filthy Fate Crystal" *1]

[Tip: Exclusive mission: Completion rate of the task of judging fate +4%]

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[World Class Treasure Box Pale (★★)]

Origin: White Star
Quality: world class
Category: Treasure Box
Opening conditions: World Key*2
Introduction: A treasure chest from the "Pale Witch" Akarent Ailin, the daughter of the White Frontier Star World.

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The next second, a large number of prompts emerged from the minds of the three people, and after a simple scan, Xin Lailai fixed his eyes on the world treasure chest floating in the air. After a moment of silence, he looked at Yamu and the Death Bearer and said:

"Does anyone have extra world keys?"

“I have two.”

The Death Bearer spoke, took out two world keys from the storage space, and threw them to Xin Lailai.

"Thanks."

Xin Lailai took the world key, said thank you briefly, and without saying anything else, inserted it directly into the two keyholes on the world treasure chest and turned it gently.

Crunch——!!

The next second, as the treasure chest opened with a sound, an extremely dazzling pure white light bloomed from his sight, temporarily blinding his vision for two seconds.

[Tip: Team leader "Black Sword" has opened the world-class treasure chest Pale (★★), and the team has obtained the following items]

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Filthy Blood of Destiny (World-Class Item)*1
Pale Redemption (World Class Pendant)*1
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【Pale Redemption】

Origin: White Star
Quality: world class
Category: pendant

Equipment requirements: World affinity is not less than 20 points, and at least one master-level passive spell is mastered
Durability: 15/15
Equipment Effect 1, Pale Blessing (Passive): After wearing, world affinity +10 points, element affinity +10 points, luck attribute +5 points, and will gain the "element attraction" effect when inside the world.

Equipment Effect 2, Pale Talent (Passive): After wearing it, the efficiency of knowledge learning will continue to improve, up to a maximum of 10×(elemental affinity + world affinity)% of the wearer, with an upper limit of 1000%.

Equipment Effect 3, Pale Will (Passive): After wearing it, it can consume 5 points of durability to summon a "pale clone". This clone will inherit all the user's magical abilities, imitate or assist the wearer in casting spells and fighting. The initial attributes of the pale clone are 50% of the wearer's. Each level of master-level magic passive level can be increased by 1%, with an upper limit of 100%, a maximum duration of 100 seconds, and no cooldown time.

Rating: 600
Introduction: The fifteenth birthday gift that should have existed only in the dreams of the "Pale Witch" Acalent Irene, who brought the final redemption to this girl swallowed by ice and snow at the end of her life, so that she no longer lingered on this dream?

Price: Any one-star world-class treasure chest/100% world source
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(End of this chapter)