Storm of Gods

Chapter 207 Falling into the Mist
This change made Celia so excited she wanted to shout. Li Xin had been watching as well. As one of the best in the Secret Fortress, Simmons was truly remarkable. It was just that life in the Order Academy was too "comfortable." The hard work he felt was actually quite different. Simmons could adapt to harsh environments, but after leaving the Secret Fortress, he didn't create the same environment to continue developing himself. What Li Xin did was to awaken the real Simmons.

The number of lightning orbs increased, and they began to entangle and attack, combined with the occasional thunderous power, which started to make Simmons a little flustered. He still couldn't fully adapt to the pressure. If he had more time, Simmons could have handled it much more calmly, but he didn't have time. If he couldn't get through tomorrow, he wouldn't be able to continue.

"Simmons, calm down, it's not as scary as it seems."

Just as Simmons instinctively wanted to take another gamble, Li Xin's voice rang in his ears: "Taking a gamble at this moment is often a waste of time. To improve yourself, you have to stay calm at this moment."

Simmons began to move faster, trusting himself and his judgment; if it didn't work, he deserved to die, he was simply outmatched.

Simmons began to control his movements, focusing intently on the task at hand. He couldn't rush things; he quickly and decisively sorted through each step. Gradually, Simmons stabilized his rhythm. Once he overcame his inner demons, Simmons' talent and learning ability allowed him to quickly grasp the key points.

His crimson eyes shone with intense excitement and a thirst for challenge. He no longer hesitated; there was no duel, no death, only a thunderous path that belonged to him.

go ahead!

go ahead!

go ahead!

The end of the stone bridge came into Simmons's view for the first time. He was about to cross it when the number of lightning balls began to increase and their speed increased. At the same time, the combination of lightning power became more complicated. He could no longer predict the movements, and his eyes were blurry. The powerful lightning field and the crackling sound began to attack Simmons's five senses.

At this moment, Simmons also revealed his fierce side, no longer considering anything else, completely following his feelings and experience, letting his body and environment become one with him as smoothly as flowing water.

The first wave of powerful combined lightning appeared. At this moment, dodging was useless. He endured and endured. At the moment of convergence, he used the Divine Lightning to pass through the lightning array. In the past, he always thought of using it to save his life, but now it was just part of advancing. He no longer considered anything else.

Celia's palms were sweaty. At this moment, she realized that the path of a knight was not what she had thought. What it meant to live in the face of death was to truly give up the idea of ​​living and move forward without fear. No one who held back was worthy of becoming an excellent knight.

Those who retreated were not cowards; they simply couldn't overcome their instinct for survival. How many people can actually do that?

However, the path of thunder was not over. The closer they got to the end, the greater the pressure became. A strong lightning field began to erode Simmons's body, but Simmons no longer cared about it. His body was completely enveloped by powerful psionic energy, abandoning the biological paralysis of his body. A lightning array composed of eighteen lightning balls surrounded him from all directions. It felt like there was no way out for Simmons except to jump off the bridge. There was no way to dodge it. There was no way back, and the path forward was also blocked.

A dead end.

In an instant, Celia stopped breathing. She didn't know what to do. If she were standing there, she would definitely be in utter despair, close her eyes and wait for death. Maybe at that moment she would remember some regrets.

Just as the lightning balls were about to block him, Simmons moved. His movement immediately drew the lightning balls in pursuit. Before the lightning balls could block him and reach their maximum speed, Simmons made a desperate dash to the left. As the lightning balls instantly converged, he spun sideways and pulled to the right with a powerful spiral. But the lightning balls' pursuit was equally swift. With a sharp arc, they slammed into Simmons again. At this moment, all the lightning balls formed a net, and Simmons faced the direction they came from, a smile playing on his lips.

A flash of light, and a huge shield appeared in his hand—the Shield of the Earth Mother Goddess, bursting with psionic energy—parry!
Rumble, rumble...

The lightning bolts struck him like a thunderstorm. Simmons gritted his teeth, the powerful force causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood, but his body used the momentum to fly towards the other side. This was the plan he had designed for himself.

Taking the attack head-on would only result in death. Even with the defense of the divine relic, this blow would be enough to neutralize his movement, so we must use our brains.

He succeeded!

The immense force propelled Simmons toward the other side, but just as he was about to reach it, the mist in the air churned, blue energy flashed violently, and then a giant bolt of lightning, one meter in diameter, descended from the mist, like divine punishment.

Boom~~~
In a sudden, dramatic turn of events, Simmons' eyes snapped open. Facing imminent death, his previously stiff body crackled with lightning, as if something had exploded, restoring his mobility. Simmons shifted to one side, shielding himself with the Shield of Glory. His body instinctively mobilized all its strength to its limit. He couldn't run anymore; no one could save him. Was he going to die? He couldn't afford to lose face. Dying on the path of progress was, in itself, the fate of a knight.

Glory - Desperate Parry!
Lightning enveloped Simmons's large shield, which was held at a 45-degree angle to meet the attack. Simmons concentrated all his power, and then the terrifying lightning instantly shattered his defenses. Simmons felt as if all the bones in his body were being crushed in an instant. The lightning broke through his defenses and slammed directly onto the stone bridge, unleashing a deafening roar. Simmons's body, along with the rubble, was sent flying, directly off the stone bridge... and into the mist.

He fell!
The mist seemed to have a sticky quality, engulfing Simmons. Most of his body vanished in an instant. Just as Simmons was about to be completely swallowed by the mist, a psionic rope wrapped around Simmons's foot like a serpent.

Li Xin reacted very quickly. He guessed that there might still be changes on this path, so he had been on guard. The moment the signs of this sudden giant thunderbolt appeared, he felt something was wrong. Unfortunately, it was too late to drag Simmons back. He could only catch him by the tail.

However, before Li Xin could drag Simmons out, an irresistible force struck. His strength did nothing to hinder the fall, and Simmons was instantly swallowed by the mist. Not only that, Li Xin himself was also dragged down the stone bridge by an incomparably powerful force.

For a fleeting moment, Li Xin's eyes showed a hint of hesitation, but he ultimately did not let go and was quickly dragged into the boundless fog.

The dazzling effect of the giant lightning bolt caused Simmons and Li Xin to disappear in the blink of an eye for Celia.

Celia rubbed her eyes. Not only that, she had completely lost all perception of the two people. The Gate of Truth also did not respond at all. Celia's mind was blank, and her expression suddenly became twisted and painful. Her two eyeballs rolled up and down strangely. The crystal ball emitted an eerie black light, and tentacles wrapped around Celia, drilling into her through her ears, nose, and mouth. Celia's body twisted and convulsed as she struggled violently, but this resistance seemed to be nothing more than foreplay to the black light, only increasing the pleasure of the invasion. Suddenly, a six-pointed star on Celia's neck shot out a bright light, pushing away all the almost tangible black tentacles. The moment the two made contact, it was as if corrosion had occurred, fiercely fighting for Celia's body.

Crack! The crystal ball seemed unable to withstand the force and began to crack. The black light was compressed back into the crystal ball, and the overflowing power caused a violent explosion. Celia was sent flying and crashed into the wall, losing consciousness.

Li Xin, in the sacred land, felt his body sink into the mist. The moment he entered, it was as if he had entered another world, completely isolated from the stone bridge outside. He was in a vast and boundless world of mist. His body was not falling rapidly, but rather it felt like he was falling into an endless deep sea. The surroundings were boundless, somewhat like being in water, but not quite. It felt as if something was squeezing him.

The Eye of Secrets opened, revealing only a vague sense of being in a deathly silent space, eerily eerie. A profound sense of insignificance and helplessness washed over him... His body was surrounded by countless, translucent, worm-like creatures.

Immediately following was a piercing scream mixed with multiple tones of wailing that flooded his brain. He couldn't ignore it. Blood gushed from Li Xin's ears and nose, floating around as if weightless, only to be instantly absorbed by those translucent things.

After only a moment's hesitation, Li Xin's pupils regained their decisiveness. One end of his psionic rope was tied to Simmons, and the other end was hanging on the stone bridge. He still had senses, so he immediately began to pull upwards. Fortunately, he could move; he could feel himself and Simmons rising.

From God's perspective, Li Xin was suspended in an endless grayness, with the top of the rope hanging alone in mid-air without any support.

Li Xin was not without fear, but at this moment he had no choice but to climb up with a desperate gamble. At this moment, the dice... were extremely active and excited, spinning on their own. They were no longer the lifeless objects they used to be. The dice were radiating a golden light and had an unimaginable sense of fullness. However, they were completely out of Li Xin's control and were not at all in line with his expectations.

Li Xin knew he couldn't hesitate. He couldn't tell if he was immersed in a hallucination, nor did he know if any kind of thinking carried a time illusion, or even made him lose his perception of time. The tactile, gelatinous mist around him began to fluctuate, a slight fluctuation, but Li Xin vaguely felt that something terrifying and unbelievable was rushing towards him from afar.

The slight fluctuations he perceived were, in some places, earth-shattering storms.

This is the aftermath of the butterfly effect.

For a moment, this sense of crisis seemed to dull, and Li Xin felt himself slowing down and becoming numb, but in the blink of an eye, he had the illusion of returning to normal.

Perception is in chaos and contradiction.

At this moment, Li Xin's mind was crystal clear: he was going to die!
"Pro!"

(End of this chapter)