Chapter 1571: Chapter 1571
Chapter 1571: Chapter 790: The Lord of Withering
After the Tukan Eagle Knights delved into the Great Valley, they split into two.
A large portion of them, brimming with momentum, advanced along the Grand Road, with a very clear goal: the City of Usmer at the western end of the Grand Road.
A smaller segment shifted direction, flying directly towards the Laisel Forest to the south. Leading them was a particularly unique giant eagle, not only twice the size of a typical Prairie Giant Eagle, reaching an enormous size, but with feathers as if drenched in fresh blood, gleaming red and surrounded by a faint blood mist.
However, upon closer inspection, it became clear that this blood mist didn’t originate from the Blood Eagle itself, but from its rider, whose true face was obscured. The blood mist seemed almost alive, swirling around him.
The piercing lethal aura it emitted compelled the other Tukan Eagle Knights to keep a distance of nearly a hundred meters.
They feared that getting too close would cause them to be engulfed by the blood mist surrounding him.
Only a pair of eyes were exposed on the Blood Mist Eagle Knight, and every life form that met his gaze couldn’t help but shiver, with the illusion that he could kill them with a single glance.
The Tukan Eagle Knights following him, rather than protecting him, seemed more like they were supervising him. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩•𝗳𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝕟𝕖𝕥
The Blood Mist Eagle Knight’s target was clear, quickly reaching the deepest part of the Laisel Forest. At some point, a peculiar black mist rose up, blocking out the sky, even enveloping the Tukan Eagle Knights flying hundreds of meters in the air.
“Show off one’s skills before an expert, unleash!” the Blood Mist Eagle Knight roared angrily.
The blood mist around him exploded, sweeping in all directions.
The Tukan Eagle Knights following him let out a howl filled with endless terror upon seeing the crazily surging blood mist, fleeing at the fastest speed possible towards the direction away from the blood mist, knowing the horrors it held — it was undoubtedly the Slaughter Fog that could easily reap both lives and souls, leaving not even a trace.
Before the Slaughter Blood Mist, the bizarre black mist completely crumbled, like it had met a fatal nemesis, torn apart in an instant to reveal the scene hidden within.
There was an equally bizarre spectacle, forbidding the entry of the living.
Trees entangled with branches, roots coiled together, forming a dim labyrinth with suspended trunks and twisted branches resembling living monsters, bare with not a leaf in sight.
This was not due to the onset of winter but because these trees had ceased to grow. Surrounding them were various oddly shaped vines and shrubs, also bare.
Every pool passed along the way was a turbid Corrosion Pool.
The most unnerving of all was the silence.
Here, there were no bird calls or cries, only the eerie sound of wind.
Even from the air, the pungent stench of decay could be clearly smelled, as if countless bodies lay buried beneath this forest, not even thick soil could conceal it.
Clearly, seeing no trace of any living being, yet everyone couldn’t help but feel the illusion of countless eyes watching them in the dark.
After piercing the black mist, the blood mist around the Blood Mist Eagle Knight didn’t retract, but instead pressed downward aggressively, “The Lord of Withering, do you come out to meet me yourself, or shall I crush your lair and drag you out from the shadows?”
“I was wondering who could cause such a disturbance, turns out it’s the successor of the Lord of Murder, Great Khan of Yamen himself, but you’re not in good shape. The Slaughter Divine Power accumulating on you has far exceeded the load of your body’s Godhood Segment, it’s on the brink of losing control, if you don’t find a way to suppress it soon, the Slaughter Divinity will completely devour you, allowing the Lord of Murder to be reborn in your body.” A strange voice echoed in the air.
Countless black mist floated up again from the bizarre forest below, this time not attempting to envelop the Tukan Eagle Knights, but converging into a humanoid figure in an instant, although both its body and limbs were severely disproportionate, long and thin, looked like vines at first glance, making it extremely uncomfortable as a whole.
“Even your master Talona wouldn’t dare to show such disrespect upon seeing me, and you dare to merely present a phantom to fool me, do you truly think I’m easy to deal with? Since you don’t want to show yourself, then I’ll drag you out.”
Enveloped by the blood mist was none other than the highest commander of the Tukan People and the mastermind behind the Tukan’s great invasion, Khan Yamun.
The counterpart’s reluctance to show themselves thoroughly enraged this God Child of Slaughter. It should be noted that the Goddess of Poisons and Disease, Talona, whom they revered, was only a subordinate god of the God of Murder, Bar.
It was somewhat understandable for Lady of Poisons to refuse a meeting with him, after all, he had only inherited part of the Slaughter Godhood as a God Child of Slaughter and hadn’t reconquered Bal’s Slaughter Clergy, but for a believer to treat him this way, that was pure disrespect.
The blood mist twining around Khan Yamun, like a living entity, expanded with his rage, surging out once again, giving the black mist figure no room to react, swallowing it in an instant, then cascading downward.
A terrifying crash resounded, only four or fifty meters away from the forest.