You are all my wings...

Tear it apart!!

He finished cutting from the top of the head to the other side and began tearing off the fur.

It's also thanks to the high quality of the leather that it doesn't tear even when torn forcefully.

However, the Water-Swallowing Ape was so large that it was difficult for Leon to tear it apart completely by himself. He could only use a dismantling knife to cut through the sticky blood vessels, which was very inefficient.

Normally, to prevent further damage, he would do it all by himself.

But now, every second counts!

"Milo, Bovary, come help me peel this skin off!"

The two guys weren't seriously injured. After Leon's water healing magic treated their external wounds and they ate some food to restore their strength, their mobility has basically recovered.

However, even they didn't really want to move at this moment; they just wanted to lie down a little longer.

"Your Excellency, shall we rest a little longer?"

Milo glanced at Britta not far away, then looked back at Lyon and couldn't help but ask a question.

After this battle, he knew that Leon's strength was quite remarkable. He didn't make many moves, but every move was precise. Therefore, his words were more polite and respectful on the surface.

"Stop talking nonsense! Dealing with spoils after a war is a basic practice. Don't take this kind of work lightly just because you're trained by the Vatican and have plenty of money! Hurry up, get on it now!"

Lyon snapped.

Milo sighed. "No matter how nicely you put it, all I want to do is rest."

He walked over slowly, looking as if his feet were frozen.

Wow!

At that moment, Milo noticed a gust of wind passing by him, and upon looking, he saw it was none other than Bovary, the usually honest fellow.

"Your Excellency's lesson is absolutely correct, I've learned a lot! I've come to help right away!"

Bovary shouted as he appeared on the other side of Lyon and began to tear at the object in the same manner.

Milo was stunned, thinking to himself, "Isn't this kid always honest and soft-spoken? Why is he suddenly so loud? Could it be that he's starting to learn how to show off in front of his superiors? Damn!"

He quickened his pace.

I'm not afraid of being slow, I'm afraid of others being fast.

A few minutes passed quickly, and with the help of the two people, the skin was successfully peeled off, leaving behind a large, messy mass of flesh and blood.

Without the skin to cover them, the overwhelming stench of blood made the two knights cover their noses, turning their faces into sour oranges.

They were used to fighting, of course, but this close-range skinning was a first for them.

A strong odor, a huge lump of flesh eight meters tall, blood and gore everywhere on the ground, and the slippery feel of boot soles.

Just as a latrine cleaner can't fall into a latrine and remain unaffected, even the toughest man would need to mentally prepare himself for such a situation.

Lyon, with his extensive experience, had anticipated this situation and maintained his Shadow Breathing technique, remaining focused and unaffected, as he quickly cut into vital areas.

Time was running out. According to the common alchemical chanting format, there were probably only about ten lines left before the Hermit's chant ended, so of course he couldn't stop.

Watching Leon's swift harvest, Bovary couldn't help but think:

"Is His Excellency Lyon the type to do more than he talks? He seems to say nothing, but in fact he uses his actions to show us that even on the most brutal battlefield, one must complete the mission without changing expression? And not only without changing expression, but also completing it faster and better?"

A look of respect flashed in his eyes.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Silent Chanting and No Chanting

Boom! ! ! !

Leon chopped off the Water-Swallowing Ape's thick, fleshy tongue and flung it to the ground, the muffled sound startling Milo.

The still-bright red, thick shape, with its grotesque, snake-like veins buried beneath the skin of the tongue, made him momentarily think he was seeing an oversized ape penis.

He muttered, "Your Excellency, didn't you just say that disposing of the spoils of war was a very important task? Is it right to just throw them away like this?"

"run!"

When Leon's voice came, Milo realized that he had been pulled away from the water ape's corpse by Leon's hand.

Beside him, Bovary was led away by Léon's other hand.

What's wrong?

How can such a huge water-swallowing ape still be alive? That's terrifying!

Just when Milo was at a loss.

In an instant, a fierce beam of light suddenly erupted from the Water-Swallowing Ape's body, transforming into an extremely complex magic array.

The magic circle was a triple hexagram array, and one after another, mysterious black characters resembling tadpoles floated in the air above the magic circle, constantly moving.

Immediately afterward, an obscure and incomprehensible voice emanated from within the magic circle.

The massive, blurry mass of flesh and blood of the Water-Swallowing Ape surged upwards like water with a whoosh, reorganizing and coalescing. In an instant, this flowing flesh and blood collided many times, eventually solidifying into a gigantic, humanoid, blood-red monster.

The monster had facial features similar to a human face, except that its eye sockets were empty, and two bright green flames suddenly lit up in the middle with a "poof".

It is a little over seven meters tall, one meter shorter than the original Water-Swallowing Ape, and its body is also more slender, with long arms and legs as thin as bamboo poles.

But this appearance is even more intimidating than that of the water-swallowing ape.

Outside its body, a strong aura of blood and magic overflowed as if boiling. The Leon and his companions, who were standing on the outer edge and barely maintaining their balance, all felt a strong sense of suffocation, and their bodies involuntarily became weak.

"What's going on? Why do I feel like my stamina is constantly decreasing?"

Milo retreated in shock and anger, drawing his second-tier magic sword, only to find his fingers and the base of his thumb trembling uncontrollably.

"Me too."

Bovary responded in a low voice, his chest trembling, then glanced at Leon beside him. Seeing that he was in relatively good condition, he felt somewhat relieved.

“This blood energy is disturbing your souls and constantly sucking in the air, causing a suffocating effect! Hold your breath! Retreat to the entrance of the passage to get some fresh air! Iris, take Karl and Mark over there.”

Leon continued to pull the two back, turning to the side to the entrance of the 25th-floor passage.

"it is good!"

Thanks to Leon's earlier warning, Iris was in a better position and in good condition. She reached out and grabbed the two injured men by the back of their collars, quickly dragging them to the entrance of the passage.

The five gathered together and confronted the crimson monster.

At the same time—

Before Leon shouted "Run!", Berylita was already quietly chanting, preparing her long-range ultimate attack.

The technique she used was silent chanting, which is similar to choral chanting but not the same type, yet it is also a highly difficult technique.

Generally speaking, chanting serves to aid in meditative imagery.

The essence of human thought is language, and the essence of language is the abstraction of concrete concepts.

Through language, magical imagery can be solidified.

In other words, a series of chanted incantations can allow people with weak meditation abilities to quickly visualize specific magical images, and then drive magic to complete the spell.

Those with strong meditation skills can also enhance the details of magical imagery by chanting spells.

The more detailed the magic, the less it is lost and the greater its power.

Moreover, for some highly complex spells, even those with strong meditation abilities can easily fail to cast them without the aid of chanting.

Therefore, most skilled magic users have several chanting systems.

Short chants were trained to increase casting speed, long chants were trained to increase casting power, and prayers were trained to achieve extremely complex combination spells.

Lyon's chorus is essentially a short chorus compressed to the extreme.

Through continuous meditation practice and his understanding of past life knowledge, he successfully compressed his chanting, enabling him to quickly and accurately meditate on the corresponding magical imagery in an instant.

Breretta's silent chanting, on the other hand, eliminates the enhancement of the chanting effect with sound in exchange for concealment.

Generally speaking, when a trained magician hears his own chanting, magical images will subconsciously emerge in his mind, with richer details than when he recites them silently.

Therefore, singing aloud will greatly enhance the effect.

If you don't master the techniques of chanting silently, the magical effect will often be greatly reduced, and you may even fail to cast the spell.

Therefore, most magicians, without decades of consistent practice or exceptional talent, cannot master this stealth skill.

Berylita has clearly mastered this difficult skill.

While Lyon was reaping the spoils and drawing the attention of the hidden one, she stood in the corner and, through a long period of silent chanting, successfully prepared her long-awaited ultimate move.

Intermediate combination magic, Holy Annihilation!

Composed of Holy Light, Holy Furnace, Holy Power Enhancement, and Holy Prayer (intermediate magic), this is a secret Astaria religion technique, an extremely powerful offensive magic blessed by the gods!

As she detected that the hidden figure outside the hundred-meter passage had completed the casting of the life alchemy spell, she immediately followed suit.

Boom!

A magnificent and boundless scorching holy light appeared out of thin air and shone towards the stone wall where the hidden figure was hiding a hundred meters away.

At first glance, this move seems to have a similar effect to the compressed version of Iris's Radiant Light combined with Leon's convex lens.

In reality, the effect of Burelita's move was four or five times greater. After a long period of silent chanting, this move was unparalleled in terms of its coverage, the intensity of the holy light, and its accuracy, and was infinitely close to that of a high-level spell.

The moment the stone wall was illuminated, it was immediately obliterated, leaving a perfectly smooth, circular gap.

The holy light continued to fall upon the hidden one.

Caught off guard by this attack, he hastily activated a magical shield.

The holy light was momentarily blocked by the magical shield, but then pierced through and continued to fall upon the hidden one.

Taking advantage of this instant, the Hidden One suddenly pulled out a magic scroll, threw it in front of him, and upon contact with the holy light, it suddenly expanded, transforming into a huge tortoise shell with colorful patterns, blocking the holy light from the outside.

However, the power of this Holy Annihilation Magic clearly exceeded the strength of the tortoise shell. It was only blocked for a little over 3 seconds before continuing to penetrate, utterly devastating.

During this interval, the concealer activated a mid-level defensive spell, and a magical shield covered with complex and mysterious characters appeared in front of him.

However, the power of the holy light did not diminish. It held its own against the intermediate-level magic shield for just over three seconds before continuing to penetrate it, unleashing its remaining power on the Hidden One who was doing his best to maintain the magic shield.

His black magic robe suddenly burst into flames, revealing a magic lining that was clearly also of the fourth rank.

Unfortunately, at this point, the power of the holy light finally waned, only scorching the inner lining of the fourth level into a charred black, revealing large patches of sickly white skin, burning it into a distorted, charred yellow color, before completely dissipating.

Clearly, the opponent's strength was not to be underestimated. Even though he looked disheveled, he still managed to withstand this incredibly powerful attack.

In the instant the holy light faded, Lyon caught a glimpse of the hidden figure's face a hundred meters away through the afterglow, and was instantly startled.

His face was covered with red, snake-like scars, his strangely vertical pupils trembled constantly, and his long, messy hair was mottled with various colors. His whole face was indescribably eerie and ugly.

Is this the mid-game boss from the first part?

Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Dark Verses

Leon recognized the disfigured face, so distorted it was clearly not human.

Andrio Vaslav, a current fifth-order life alchemist, is the third-in-command of the Bloodline faction.

Born a slave, he was rescued by the Holy Blood Society of the Papacy.

Due to his exceptional talent, he received alchemy training from a young age and participated in the research of life alchemy, becoming the first person in nearly a thousand years to take up the rare profession of life alchemist.

Although he is only at the fifth rank now, he will obtain the Dark Texts in two and a half years due to the establishment of a complete theory of life alchemy, and successfully advance to the sixth rank of Quasi-Legend. He has had hostile records with several female protagonists.

The world does not distinguish between good and bad in terms of the type of achievement, but it will make certain judgments about the bloodshed and darkness of the process of its creation.

Even if the achievements are extremely high and unprecedented.

But if the process exceeds the limits of darkness that achievement can contain, then what is gained is a dark epic.

Conversely, if the process of achieving merit involves darkness, but does not exceed the bounds of darkness, it is a normal personal epic.

The Dark Verses spread infamy and grant the recipient abnormal status buffs.

That is, the more depraved one becomes, the stronger one becomes; the closer one is to death, the stronger one becomes. It is a short-term benefit, like Viagra.

Personal poems spread the name of heroes and can give the recipient normal positive benefits.