Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 406 Heavenly Law
If this thing is immortal, then break its arms and restrict its movement!

Lance did not hesitate.

The metal beneath the attacker's skin gave him a more intense sense of oppression than the Demon King. Compared to a formidable enemy in plain sight, this alien creature cloaked in human skin was far more terrifying.

However, his all-out attack ultimately failed to achieve its goal easily. The attacker's arm, though not thick, was harder than steel. After a moment of stalemate, the attacker suddenly defied human design and used his momentum to throw himself into the air. After his body spun twice, Lance finally released his arm due to the excruciating pain.

In order to get close to the four attackers, Lance resorted to the shameful act of feigning death for a swordsman. He was originally poised to strike, and in the instant he was entangled with the attackers, he managed to knock the daggers from their hands to the ground. However, the weapons hidden on their bodies still managed to cut him.

Two deep, bone-revealing wounds appeared on his palms and arms, and the distance between him and his attacker was widened once again.

Under the moonlight, Lance finally saw the weapon that had cut him.

—Several barbs of the same material as the skin had grown out of the attacker's arm that had been entangled. When the attacker put his dislocated arm back in place, the barbs slowly retracted into his flesh.

This is something the Assassin class could never do.

He had followed the hero throughout the entire Silver Empire, and had never seen anything so strange.

Although they speak the same Imperial language and seem to possess human emotions, a different species lies hidden beneath their skin.

"Lance."

As the attacker's true colors were revealed, his voice changed, no longer full of mockery and ridicule, but cold and devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Lance still didn't know what they meant by "the laws of nature," but he guessed that was where these strange beings came from.

"We are ordered to bring you back to the capital alive."

"Then we'll see if you can do it."

Lance retreated awkwardly to his greatsword, forcing himself to speak.

He was at his wit's end. He could feel the venom flowing through every vein in his body, preventing him from accumulating battle energy. Countless wounds on his body meant he could lose consciousness at any moment. And this time, his companions were not by his side. Even if he managed to survive this battle, no great sage would come to chant healing prayers for him.

Perhaps the great sage would prefer that this troublesome fellow disappear completely.

Although the hero had returned to the Silver Empire, his mental state was extremely unstable and he was also seriously injured. Even if he were here, he would not be able to deal with these four aliens in human skin.

Therefore, he absolutely cannot fall here!

Lance knew the consequences of losing consciousness. These attackers were most likely assassins sent by Grand Duke Ash, a notorious nobleman who kept a group of perverts who took pleasure in killing. Once he fell, they would surely slaughter the entire camp, leaving no one alive.

Those people will face the cruelest form of death.

Thinking of this, Lance's eyes narrowed.

Blood gushed from his wound in an instant, forming a misty haze in the night sky.

This was his original final measure to deal with the Demon King.

"Make him shut up."

The four exchanged glances.

This time, however, their planned tactics failed. Lance, covered in wounds, burst forth with speed beyond human limits as if in a final burst of energy. His muscles swelled up, tearing his clothes, and his skin turned red from the blood rushing to his head.

This time, his attack worked.

The greatsword struck one of the attackers, and after a tooth-grinding sound, the indestructible metal finally broke in two.

..............................

"Yue!"

On the other side, Ethan and the others were held back by Xiao An.

Darkness spread through the forest like a tide, already above their ankles. Ethan held the black cat's front paws and helped her up. The cat opened her mouth wide, revealing two pairs of sharp teeth. A strong feeling of nausea brought tears to her eyes.

Evelyn gently patted the black cat's back and occasionally smoothed its ruffled fur.

After the two of them worked together, the cat finally shook itself and vomited up the foreign object it had swallowed.

The way she vomited was somewhat different from what Evelyn had expected.

The object didn't come out of the cat's mouth, but rather a black vortex appeared above her head. After contracting and expanding a few times, the vortex spat out two twisted metal balls onto the ground.

After spitting out the two lumps of metal, Xiao An finally relaxed, and its high-raised tail finally drooped down.

This was the first time Ethan had seen Little Dark get an upset stomach.

On the surface, the black hole's gravitational pull is actually her "feeding" process. She has swallowed things much larger than the Skinner, and even the starships sent by the City of Truth couldn't cause her indigestion.

"what is this?"

Ethan crouched down and poked the silvery metal on the ground. It rolled quietly into the grass, completely untouched by the darkness.

"do not know."

Xiao An said irritably, "I should be asking you that too! What did you feed me?!"

This was the limit of her digestive capacity. She twisted the remaining metal into a ball. She had never seen anything like it before and never expected that the skinner's body would contain such a "highly toxic substance".

At least that's how it was for her. Having this metal stuck in her body, while not fatal, made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

She witnessed the confrontation between Ethan and the Skinner, who looked completely ordinary, no different from any roadside animal. There was absolutely no way she could have created such a bizarre "toxic substance." "Someone must have put this in her body. Don't feed me this again!"

Little Dark rubbed its mouth with its paw, looking a little uncomfortable.

Her diet now includes its first inedible ingredient.

Listening to their conversation, Evelyn felt numb. She glanced at the two metal lumps on the ground and silently comforted herself—these were definitely not parts of the Skinflayer. Although their conversation sounded like they had swallowed and digested the Skinflayer, she was just imagining things.

This cat looks so small and harmless, how could it possibly swallow such a big person?
After a brief delay on the road, Ethan and Evelyn hurried towards the open space where Lance was as soon as they returned to the camp.

The increasingly strong smell of blood in the air confirmed their bad premonition, and they had to quicken their pace. When they finally reached the clearing, the fierce battle had already ended. The trees in the forest were cut down by the sword energy, and Lance was bathed in blood. He lowered his head, propped his sword on the ground, and looked as if he were asleep.

They found several mutilated corpses.

Judging from the mottled wounds on Lance's body, it's not hard to imagine how fierce the battle was.

He was immediately sent back to the camp. Evelyn summoned the only doctor in the camp, but the people living there were just a group of refugees. The doctor was also a novice and only knew some basic bandaging skills. The old man was completely at a loss when he held the white bandage.

Lance had so many wounds that it was hard to find any intact part of his body.

The excessive blood loss was obvious, but the more important problem was the depletion of his battle qi, the very foundation of a swordsman's life. The little battle qi he had left was keeping Lance on his last breath, but his life was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"Only a great sage can save him."

The old doctor stopped the two of them and said helplessly.

This wound is beyond the healing power of "medical skills"; only a miracle created by a high-level superhuman could possibly save this life from its impending demise.

“It’s no use.” The young hero’s voice rang out behind the group. The near-death experience of his former teammates seemed to have greatly affected him, and his disordered mind showed signs of recovery. “This is a skill that burns the soul. It’s a forbidden technique passed down in their hometown. Lance once told Sera that a broken soul cannot be repaired. Don’t waste time on a dying person.”

That was the eve of their final battle against the Demon King, and every member of the squad was prepared to die in the fight.

Solan remembered that Lance had drunk some wine at the time and didn't seem to care about death.

After everything was over, he took his sword back to his hometown.

"How could this be? Even the Great Sage..."

Evelyn's gaze was unfocused. She murmured a few words, then suddenly turned to Ethan, "Mr. Ethan, you're so powerful, you can definitely cure Mr. Lance, right?"

She gazed at Ethan with hopeful eyes, clinging to her last hope.

She heard Lance's story, and what happened to him in the capital after his adventure. They were betrayed by their former teammates, including the Great Sage. She knew very well that even if the Great Sage could heal Lance's broken soul, he would never help them.

They never had any leverage to negotiate with the empire.

but……

Lance was the true member of the hero's team; until the very end, he used his sword to protect those behind him.

"Don't make things difficult for Mr. Ethan."

Solan shook his head. "Mr. Lance has long been prepared... Miss Evelyn, lead everyone away from the Empire. This is his last wish."

For a swordsman, fighting to the very last moment is their destiny.

He came from the land of swordsmen and set an example for every swordsman in the world.

"Unfortunately, I am just an elemental sculptor."

Ethan said.

A somber atmosphere permeated the camp. "The power of an elemental sculptor is ultimately limited."

Healing wounds, mending the soul, creating miracles of resurrection—that is the power of the goddess of life.

Ethan had experienced the same tragedy back in Riverwood.

He could neither save the dead Mr. Locksand nor retain his daughter's remaining soul in the contaminated zone; Elemental Shaping was only good at fighting.

"So, I made some friends who knew a little about this."

In order to prevent the same tragedy from happening again.

Ethan abruptly changed the subject, and instantly all eyes in the room were on him. Solan stepped forward excitedly and gripped his arm tightly, "Mr. Ethan, can your friend really save him?"

"it should be OK."

In their time, the Goddess of Life had passed away a thousand years ago, and the Church of Life was now blinded by desire and power, and had not produced a saint for hundreds of years. But the good news was that Ethan had made a friend who had a great connection with the Goddess of Life.

Bazartos, an artist of flesh and soul.

How can we find him?

Solan suddenly realized something, and his expression immediately turned somewhat grim. "Your friend should still be on the other side, right?"

"That's true, but perhaps I can find a way to invite Him here."

"Is this true?"

"Indeed, but I need some props as materials for the ritual."

He wanted to set up a simple evil god summoning ritual array in the camp. He should be able to find materials such as goat skulls here. If not, he would have Xiao An search inside her stomach, since she might have eaten a goat sometime during the day.

He can reduce the number of ritual props to a minimum.

Although believers consider reducing the materials for the ritual to be a great act of disrespect, and any slight mistake could lead to an incorrect invocation or even provoke the Father's wrath.

But Ethan considered himself and Barnard to be old buddies, and believed that Barnard wouldn't mind doing him such a small favor.

Under Ethan's command, Evelyn mobilized the entire camp. They ran around and quickly gathered all the materials needed for the ceremony, then placed each material in its correct position.

They know that everything they are doing now is to save Lance.

They also knew that this was to invite a friend of Ethan's who had a great connection with the goddess of life.

People speculated that it must have been a true sage, not the two-faced and treacherous woman now residing in the capital.

The ceremony began, and a ghostly green flame ignited inside the goat's skull.

People gazed at the sky with excitement, awaiting the arrival of the benevolent messenger.

However, the next moment, everyone's expression froze on their faces.

Their response was a sky stained red, and behind the blood-red clouds, it seemed as if faint tentacles were surging. Then, the "sky" opened one of its eyes to them.

This……

Is he really a great sage?

On the surface, it seemed more like a terrifying evil god, an existence beyond description, even more terrifying than the demon king they knew.

Incomprehensible murmurs floated into my mind.

Before long, Lance, who was lying flat on the altar, opened his eyes. His body, which had been riddled with holes in the battle, began to move. Tiny tentacles emerged from the wounds, and the broken flesh was being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Evelyn, who witnessed all of this, stared wide-eyed and opened her mouth wide, but couldn't utter a single sound.

Lance is being healed, but in a way that no one expected.

A short while later, Lance propped himself up and stood up unsteadily.

He also looked at Evelyn.

He saw Evelyn's concerned eyes, and that concern momentarily suppressed his fear.

Lance smiled at Evelyn as well.

He defeated the four attackers, and the camp was finally safe.

By this time tomorrow, Evelyn and her people will be able to leave the borders of the Empire and finally find a place to settle down.

All these words can be summed up in one sentence.

Lance's parched lips twitched a few times.

——"Flesh unwunds Vaa'thor shuul"

(End of this chapter)