Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 88.026. The Sixth

Towering flames crashed against the fragile building, the raging inferno scorching everything in its path.

When Ryoma first saw the raging flames, he was filled with a profound sense of despair.

Like a man cast in bronze and iron, with burning tears of blood at the corners of his eyes.

His clothes on his arms were on fire, forcing him to step back.

Sparks began to fly wildly with the airflow, the water in the fire alarm had boiled, and the flashing red alarm and orange-red flames dazzled the eyes.

Aoyagi laughed unrestrainedly: "Hahahaha, hahahaha!"

He paid no heed to the rage that crashed down like a meteorite, letting the furious hand grab his neck. The scorching flames melted his neck, and his head rolled off, quickly turning into black gel, with thick smoke rising into the air.

The black smoke transformed into the body of a demon, its blood-red eyes filled with savage malice. The black mist condensed into a monster, yet it still maintained the gentlemanly image of a top hat, laughing wildly amidst the flames.

The black mist emitted a pungent odor, causing even Ryoma to feel a sudden surge of agitation. He tried to suppress his temper, but in the face of such a madman, he could only feel an urge to tear him apart.

He was very worried about his current state of rage; Aoyagi's instigation had worsened his condition, and his body might not be able to take it anymore.

Enraged, his body was enveloped in black smoke. He possessed only violent strength, yet he could not harm his opponent in the slightest. The flames intensified the black smoke, which continuously invaded his mouth, nose, and eyes, covering all seven orifices with black crystalline particles. This black mist did not burn completely, and occasionally melted into droplets, which also adhered to Enraged's body.

As the flames enraged and turned from orange-red to coal black, a growing sense of foreboding grew stronger in Longma's heart.

"Roar!" His eyes were bloodshot with rage, and black smoke stung his vision. He pounded on Qingliu's body, which lay on the ground, with increasing frenzy.

The demon's voice echoed in the room: "It's useless, it's useless! Your flames can't burn me at all!"

You Donglongma covered his ears, feeling somewhat agitated and trying to suppress his anger. He began to have difficulty breathing in the flames, feeling suffocated.

No, no, why can't I kill this guy?

Black gelatinous substance...

You Donglongma's mind raced. Wasn't he just like that big guy from before? That was a puppet, not the real thing!

He suddenly opened his eyes and said furiously, "This is a puppet; its true form should still be the one above!"

A strange light flashed in Qingliu's demonic smoke eyes, but before he could cry out, it was dispersed by a furious fire fist.

Undeterred by its momentum, the furious fist leaped upwards as it swung, hurtling towards the ceiling like a heavy weapon.

The shattered ceiling was first pushed open, and then countless large panels arched up, broke off, and collapsed, making even the dragon horse tremble with fear.

The massive cross-section exposed steel bars, with smoke and black fog vying for attention.

The man in the gray suit jumped steadily down from the large hole in the ceiling above, lightly tapping his cane on the broken ground. He adjusted his hat and chuckled wickedly, "You actually got lucky this time."

Enraged, he saw someone, clenched his fists into a hammer shape without saying a word, raised them high above his head, leaped up, and slammed them down.

The colors of pitch black and crimson intertwined on his body, and the mottled cracks on his body resembled fissures in the lava of the ground, shimmering with an astonishing firelight within him.

Seeing the fire fist already overhead, Aoyagi neither dodged nor evaded, his eyes gleaming with excitement through his wispy hair.

"Too late! Too late!" he shouted.

The black smoke particles grew thicker and thicker, densely covering the furious body. More and more black particles gathered together, even crystallizing, suppressing the flames seeping from the cracks in the skin.

Black crystals climbed up his enraged body like ice, and instantly the man's body was covered with countless tiny black grains, like ants gnawing at him, a dark mass that solidified in an instant.

The rage transformed into a black sculpture, soaring into the air before crashing down, creating a fiery storm at Qingliu's feet.

"Rage!" Ryoma was too late to stop it. He watched as the Goblet of Flames on Rage's body was sealed off little by little. The black crystals were burning red, but they still condensed into a ball and tightly wrapped around it.

Thick smoke billowed out, the room was poorly ventilated, and the high temperature and black smoke made the dragon horse's eyes water.

The burly man turned into a black sculpture, crashing down at the feet of the green willow tree, swaying up and down.

Despite the black mist, the dragon horse tried to rush in to rescue the enraged creature, but was forced back by the flames burning on the ground.

The room was bathed in the crimson glow of the fire, which illuminated Aoyagi's hideous face.

“Your turn.” He looked at You Dong and gave him a chilling smile.

Ryoma didn't want to back down in front of this kind of person, but witnessing Aoyagi's strange behavior, his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

"Arrogance will be back soon. I advise you to stop now."

His threats only made Aoyagi more pleased.

Aoyuki's black hat brim was pulled down a little, obscuring his dark eyes, and the smile that bloomed at the corner of his mouth was even more playful.

"It's no use, I've already decided how you'll die." He said as if introducing his own work, "Sister Yu died from burning, and Ge Ling died from petrification. Don't you think their deaths are even a perfect match?"

Ryoma had never been so angry.

"All seven crimes must be punished accordingly, and I will carry them out."

He raised his cane, aimed it at the dragon horse, and laughed, "It's your turn. Although it's an unexpected complication, it won't hinder my plan."

The dragon horse glared at him, its legs no longer trembling, its eyes reflecting the blazing fire, and it bit its lip and said, "You will pay the price."

"The price?" Qingliu raised an eyebrow. "Then let the price be told to me personally. Now, let's send you on your way."

"Whoosh—" A line of fire instantly broke through the window, and before Qingliu could react, her head burst open with blood and grime, simultaneously striking the black sculpture formed by her rage.

It even cracked slightly, and a gash was punched through it along with the enraged shoulder.

Flames slowly burned from the broken shoulder.

The blood that had flowed backward from Aoyagi's head began to flow back together.

"That's dangerous, there are snipers too." He took off his blood-stained hat, patted off the sparks, and said, "It seems there are still some clueless bastards lurking in the shadows."

Through the shattered glass window, a sharp visual system could see the muzzle of a gun slowly retracting in the next building. It vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.

He raised his hand, blood trickling down his palm, and pointed it at the dragon horse: "Die!"

Suddenly, a strange change occurred, and chaotic fire and wind rose up from behind!

Green willows turn back.

Crimson flames burst forth from the black cracks. Half of the man's face remained a black sculpture, while the other half became a scalding red brand. The flames on his body erupted completely in his rage!

"Qing! Liu!" The man was like a god of fire descending to earth. The black particles melted completely in the high temperature. His fists and body were surrounded by flames. He held the man in the gray suit tightly. The black petrification slowly faded, and the man's body kept shooting out streams of fire.

Tears welled up in Longma's eyes: "Wrath!"

He could clearly feel that the rage had become a furnace of complete outburst, and the man's roar shook the entire building, like the fireworks that bloomed in the last moments of life.

"go!"

Almost simultaneously, a dark figure rushed in through the window, arrogantly grabbing the fabric of Longma's back.

He watched in fury as arrogance dragged him away, his pupils regaining their gentleness.

Ryoma watched helplessly as the enraged creature remained in the original room, while he was dragged and leaped off the windowsill.

The last glance lingered on the man engulfed in flames, gazing at him from afar.

I wasn't looking at him, but rather gazing at that bright, clear sky.

"boom--"

The hotel was like an expanding powder keg; in an instant, flames erupted, shattering surrounding glass shards and sending waves of heat engulfing the entire building.

With its eyes vacant and the wind howling around it, the dragon horse, held only by its clothes in the hands of the arrogant man, leaped from the third floor in a few moments.

This volume, due to my own willfulness in wanting to take everyone on a journey through life in the White Walkers' world, may have spent too much time on animation. I need to pick up the pace now, and Old Jin will also have to make an appearance. After this volume is finished, I'll deeply reflect on my actions…

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