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Chapter 403 Sin and Punishment! (Part 1)

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'Rage' was like a serrated blade of an angry dragon, fiercely and brutally tearing at the bishop.

The sound of metal clashing against metal was deafening, and the serrated edge left a gruesome wound on the pale mask.

"Not bad, you actually managed to activate the alchemy matrix?" Half of a face was revealed on the shattered mask, and a cold, chilling aura emanated from the depths of the sea-blue eyes: "I underestimated you a bit, Chu Zihang. You truly are someone I've chosen!"

Zheng!
The bishop swung his arm and used brute force to shake off the 'rage'.

The yellow robe was torn to shreds by the serrated edge, revealing the bare upper body. However, unexpectedly, the bishop's skin was replaced by dark black scales.

The scales, layer upon layer, were so hard that they could rival the swords forged by Norton. Even the 'Rage' that had its alchemical matrix activated could only leave a white mark on them.

The friction between the serrations and the scales instantly produced dazzling sparks.

The bishop stepped back, chanting ancient dragon script. The elements in the air instantly stirred, gradually converging into dazzling lightning.

But he wanted to back down, but how could Chu Zihang let him have his way?
"Yan Ling·Jun Yan!"

The extreme heat, accompanied by an explosion, instantly interrupted the bishop's act of releasing his incantation.

Meanwhile, the rising smoke provided excellent cover.

Chu Zihang crouched low, moving swiftly through the dust like a wild beast. His right hand wielded the activated 'Rage,' stirring the air like a dragon's brain, occasionally lashing out with extremely sharp, serrated blades that accelerated at the tip, leaving a trail of afterimages in an instant.

boom! boom! boom!
The air was blasted and exploded repeatedly, like muffled thunder exploding in one's ears.

One of the yellow-robed saints, unable to dodge in time, was struck by the flying whip-shaped 'Wrath,' instantly shattering into a cloud of blood mist.

The stone pillars of the Pantheon were covered with whip marks, some as deep as half a foot.

Just then, Chu Zihang suddenly stomped on the rock pillar, his entire body compressed to the extreme like a spring, and then burst forth with astonishing power.

boom!
The stone pillar, which was thick enough for several people to encircle, was broken off.

With the help of the immense force, Chu Zihang transformed himself into an arrow released from a bow, instantly breaking through the limits of visual perception, leaving a dark afterimage in the air, and rushing straight towards the bishop.

However, just as he rushed toward the bishop, an unprecedented pressure suddenly materialized and pressed down upon him!

That heavy pressure, like a quagmire, forcibly pulled Chu Zihang, who was moving at top speed, and reduced his speed.

"Heh, is that all you've got?" The bishop sneered, clenching his fist and crushing the rocks beneath his feet. He flashed in front of him and threw a punch.

boom!
The air was so powerful that it exploded.

It was too late. Chu Zihang instantly held 'Rage' in front of him as a shield.

He slammed his fist into the enraged blade, the terrifying force of which spread like a tsunami, reaching deep into his internal organs, causing him to cough up blood and fly backward at an even faster speed.

Chu Zihang crashed into the stone pillar, breaking it in two.

The pain was excruciating; it felt like all the bones in his body were shattered. If it weren't for the blood-boosting transformation that had altered his physique, that punch would have probably killed him instantly.

Fortunately, although dragon blood is highly poisonous, it is a great tonic for the hybrids who have fallen into the form of Deadpool!

In just a few breaths, Chu Zihang's injuries had healed considerably.

It's not over yet!
Chu Zihang let out a low roar, breaking free from the oppressive force that bound him. His dazzling golden eyes were like burning flames.

He reached into the bronze sword case with his left hand, and with another sharp hum, he pulled out a short sword that looked quite like a Japanese wakizashi.

As soon as the short sword was drawn, it was activated by Chu Zihang's pure dragon bloodline. The blade trembled with an extremely slight amplitude, tearing through the air in the blink of an eye and cutting a nearly transparent channel.

The bishop, who had initially handled the situation with relative ease, suddenly narrowed his azure eyes beneath his mask and raised his voice several notches when he saw the dagger: "Lust?!"

In the blink of an eye, Chu Zihang shattered the rocks beneath his feet, and his figure shot out like a cannonball.

Pebbles flew everywhere, scattering in all directions.

A brutal gust of wind swept over him, and suddenly a pair of blazing golden eyes filled the bishop's vision.

The roaring 'rage' was like a dragon pouncing, and the serrated blades forced the bishop to dodge to the side. However, in that split second, Chu Zihang seized the opening.

It's now!

Lust wielded its blade with extreme precision and cunning, its trajectory as elusive as a gazelle's horns.

Swish!
The blade easily cut through the airflow without even the slightest obstruction.

The bishop had no time to dodge and could only use his left hand to take the blow head-on. His palm, covered in scales, was as ferocious as a dragon's claw as he bare-handedly cleaved the incoming 'lust'!
scoff!

The seemingly thin blade of the short knife cuts directly through the flesh and even embeds itself into the bone.

The bishop's eyes were fierce. Ignoring his severed left hand, he threw out his right fist like a cannonball, which slammed directly into Chu Zihang's face.

"Ahhh!"

Chu Zihang's ruthlessness was in no way inferior to his.

Facing the incoming fist, he made no attempt to dodge, but instead lowered his head and took the blow head-on with his forehead.

Then, with the intention of exchanging injury for injury, 'Wrath' stabbed directly at the bishop's head.

come!

Let's see who dies first!

In the end, at the last second, the bishop backed down.

He withdrew his right fist and instead kicked Chu Zihang, whose mask was shattered by 'Rage' at a very close range.

The two separated at the same time.

A kick to the abdomen sent Chu Zihang flying again, his entire body embedding itself into the wall of the Pantheon.

The violent impact made him feel as if his internal organs had shifted, and he didn't know how many bones in his body were broken.

Thick, bright red blood soaked the dagger. The bishop's mask peeled away bit by bit, completely revealing his true face. His sea-blue eyes turned golden, with blazing white flames dancing in his pupils. A trickle of blood flowed down his forehead, and his face was twisted and ferocious, as if he were extremely angry.

He was actually frightened away by a mere mortal!
Chu Zihang struggled to stand up again, holding 'Lust' in his left hand and 'Rage' in his right, panting heavily.

Xia Mi, standing to the side, saw him swaying precariously, as if he would collapse at any moment, and bit her lip hard, a look of pity in her eyes.

Upon seeing the 'Bishop's' true face, the gold in his pupils deepened, flowing like molten lava, and the hidden rage within them seemed to want to devour his flesh: "It really is you. Pompeii Gattuso, King of the Sky and Wind, Odin, you did all of that!"

"Hehehe, very good."

Pompeii touched the spot on his forehead that had just been pierced by 'rage', his face as gloomy as an ancient iceberg, and said with sinister eyes, "I still underestimated you, Chu Zihang. I didn't expect that you would grow to this level in just over a year. I am very satisfied."

"Where is Chu Tianjiao?!"

Chu Zihang could no longer suppress the anger surging in his chest and shouted loudly.

"Chu Tianjiao? Oh, I remember now, that foolish man."

Pompeii's lips curled into a mocking smile as he sneered, "A man who overestimated himself and dared to wield a sword against a god is naturally already dead."

Then, He greedily scrutinized Chu Zihang, licked his lips, suppressed his excitement, and said with a somewhat fanatical and deranged expression, "But it doesn't matter, soon... I will reunite you and your son!"

"Odin—!!!"

A roar erupted, stirring up the air currents.

Scenes from the past replayed in his mind: the man who, under the torrential rain, raised his long sword and slashed at the gods. The accumulated anger transformed into power. Chu Zihang's eyes turned bloodshot and he took a step forward. A raging gale howled, and a violent wind dragon dragged behind him as he charged straight towards Pompeii.

Pompeii smiled coldly, and with a wave of his hand, lightning descended from the sky.

In the dazzling lightning, a jet-black spear, engraved with profound and intricate patterns, seemingly an unadorned, naturally formed tree branch, suddenly appeared before our eyes. "Gungnir!"

Upon seeing the dark spear, Xia Mi was startled and turned to look at Pompeii: "So...it was you all along! You haven't died!"

Odin, the chief god of Norse mythology, forged a divine weapon from the World Tree, which is blessed with the ability to hit its target whenever it is thrown.

Pompeii turned and gave the girl a mocking look, saying, "Heh, don't compare me to you. We're not the same."

call! !

A fierce wind howled, and a hideous figure charged forward.

Just like that stormy night, Chu Zihang, like his father, ran towards the high and mighty gods.

Rumble!
Golden flames enveloped Pompeii as he wielded his renowned 'Gangniel' as if a mountain had been pushed before him.

The enormous shockwave squeezed and pressed against every nerve of Chu Zihang, and even every inch of his flesh and bones, causing them to groan under that terrifying force. Yet, the burning heart in his chest pumped even more intensely, pushing the blood little by little to his limbs.

He wants to kill a god!
The 'rage' suddenly extended into the form of a dragon, roaring and soaring through the air.

Like a steel whip, it left afterimages and accompanied by a piercing sound as it slashed fiercely at the god shrouded in golden flames.

"not enough!"

Gungnir's casual strike met the enraged blade.

when!
Both are divine weapons representing the pinnacle of alchemy, and the moment they clashed, countless dazzling sparks flew.

'Rage' directly entangled Gungnir, like a coiled dragon, its serrated edges firmly jamming the gun, preventing it from being pulled out immediately.

Seizing the moment, Chu Zihang lunged forward, his left hand drawing the short sword 'Lust' from his waist, slashing horizontally towards Pompeii's neck.

"not enough!"

Pompeii's voice boomed like thunder, the gun spun sideways, and he suddenly swept it around.

As he broke through the barrier of lust, he swept his fist across Chu Zihang's waist and abdomen with a fierce, sweeping motion, sending him flying.

The bluish-black scales on Chu Zihang's waist and abdomen were easily pierced by Gungnir, leaving a deep wound. Blood spurted out as he tumbled and flew out, scraping the ground for dozens of meters.

Then, before Chu Zihang could catch his breath, he saw Pompey raise his divine spear.

Boom! ! !
A thunderbolt shattered the dome of the Pantheon.

Immediately afterwards, countless bolts of lightning struck the tip of the gun, bursting out with dazzling light, and the entire gun exuded an unparalleled sense of oppression.

The intricate patterns engraved on it seem to echo the lightning in the clouds.

Then, Pompeii gripped the dark barrel of Gungnir and thrust it forward with all his might. Tons of dazzling lightning poured out from the sharp tip, instantly engulfing Chu Zihang's figure.

"Chu Zihang—!"

Xia Mi's voice resounded throughout the Pantheon.

A moment later, the blinding lightning finally dissipated, and Chu Zihang was found to be completely charred black.

Lightning left shocking scars on his body; his bluish-black scales were shattered, and the exposed flesh was charred and hardened, steaming with scalding heat.

Pompeii, leaning on Gungnir, said calmly with a cold look in his eyes, "This is what happens when you challenge a god."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Zihang collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Chu Zihang! Chu Zihang!" Xia Mi struggled to get up, but the alchemical shackles held her firmly in place!

Even the slightest struggle caused the shackles to penetrate deeper into her collarbone. The excruciating pain made Xia Mi clench her teeth tightly, and blood flowed from her shoulder, staining the surrounding ground red.

"Odin!!!" The girl's eyes were bloodshot, and her hatred was almost tangible.

"Heh, don't look at me like that, Jormungandr." Pompeii's lips curled into a mocking smile as he looked down at the struggling Xia Mi and said coldly, "You were so naive before, but I didn't expect that after so many years, you would have become even more naive."

"Odin!!!"

Despite the excruciating pain of her collarbone being pierced, Xia Mi's eyes were bloodshot and terrifying as she growled, each word distinct and chilling: "I will definitely kill you!"

"What? The mighty Dragon King, could he have fallen in love with a human?"

Pompeii's mockery deepened. He raised his hand and used the tip of his Gungnir to pierce Xia Mi's shoulder blade, sneering, "Jormungandr, you really make me laugh. You're always so childish."

"Wait, wait, you're the Dragon King?" Chen Motong's eyes widened immediately.

She felt that the news she heard today was far more shocking than any gossip she had heard in the past ten years or so!

My roommate is actually the Dragon King?
and!

Actually!

She even fell in love with Chu Zihang?!

"What, you didn't tell them?"

Pompeii couldn't help but burst into laughter, then said sarcastically, "She, Xia Mi, is Jormungandr, the King of the Earth and Mountains!"

Chen Motong stared in shock at the girl beside her, who had closed her eyes in pain, her lips bitten until they bled.

"It's alright, you'll be reunited in hell soon."

Pompeii, feeling slightly bored, then looked at the yellow-robed saint below the stage and said indifferently, "Go, bring him here."

"But, Your Excellency, Bishop..."

One of the yellow-robed saints hesitated and said, "Aren't we still short two offerings?"

"It's ok."

Pompeii's lips curled into a smile as he glanced at Nono: "Even if there are two less, she can still manage to use them."

"Yes."

The yellow-robed saints approached the unconscious Chu Zihang.

Just then, several bullets shot out from the darkness, hitting the saints precisely.

Snapped!
The heads of several saints exploded like watermelons.

"Oh?"

Pompeii's eyes narrowed slightly, and he vaguely sensed a chill.

A low, oppressive atmosphere, like that of a savage behemoth, carrying a chilling killing intent, surged continuously from the darkness.

Footsteps approached from afar.

Gradually, a figure stepped into the main hall, and in the light of the surrounding torches, a handsome face was revealed.

"Lu Mingfei, you've finally arrived."

Pompeii's lips curled into a slight smile as he gripped Gungnir, his body once again radiating light.

Lu Mingfei slowly walked to the side of the unconscious Chu Zihang, indifferently looking at the 'Wrath' sticking into the rock, and casually pulled it out.

Golden veins run along the black blade, as if awakening a sleeping behemoth.

Then, he drew out 'Lust' once more, and then suddenly raised his head. His raging crimson-gold eyes gave everyone the feeling that he was staring directly at the sun: "When I return to the world, all traitors shall die!"

(End of this chapter)