Chapter 2818: The Deceased Rest in Peace

Inside the abandoned church, a sculpture of a female figure was located at the very back. This had once been a church of the Fate Church, but the folk customs of the Western Continent's City of Smoke were too 'simple and honest,' so the Fate Church did not develop well here. Plus, the Black Tide appeared 12 years ago, causing the Fate Church to give up preaching in the City of Smoke.

The so-called Black Tide was the origin of primitive soul energy. A large amount of primitive soul energy erupted at a certain point, filling a range of more than ten kilometers around.

The concentration of primitive soul energy here was not something ordinary people could withstand, but as long as they ran fast, plus the emergency rescue of the Healing God Church, the casualties of civilians were not large. Those who were lucky could even become stronger, and their lifespans would also be improved.

Even so, mentioning the Black Tide, even the refugees in the City of Smoke would change color. What was terrible was not the Black Tide, but the human heart. The Black Tide would erupt with a large amount of primitive soul energy. Primitive soul energy = extraordinary power + extension of lifespan + endless black crystals + status. Who could not be tempted?

The Black Tide was not terrible; what was terrible were the powerhouses and desperadoes who gathered after the Black Tide.

District 30 of the City of Smoke saw its population drop by 80% because the Black Tide erupted here. It was abandoned not long after, and the branch of the Fate Church that was preaching here almost cried out in despair.

Inside the abandoned church, Tiff was gasping for breath. At this moment, she felt her legs go soft. This was caused by the heavy blow to her spine, tailbone, and pelvis.

Tiff tore off her top and wrapped it around her waist. As an Eighth-Tier Qiyuezhe of the Death Paradise, she was not afraid of dying here, but being kicked until she lost control of her bladder was something she could not accept. She, Tiff, could not afford to lose face like that.

"Old schemer of the Reincarnation Paradise, come out, why are you pretending to be a seventh-tier Qiyuezhe."

The twin thorn swords in Tiff's hands became even greener. She was a Qiyuezhe specialized in both agility and intelligence. Poison Sharp Sword Tiff was once very famous in the seventh tier. After being promoted to the eighth tier, she had experienced three worlds in the eighth tier and was in the early stage of the eighth tier.

Tiff looked around. She was planning a retreat route. The preliminary exchange made her judge that this opponent was a technique type. In battles between Qiyuezhe, technique types could almost be called the strongest tier for single combat. In group battles, mages and undead types were more dominant, while in war of attrition, combat healers and domain tanks were the strongest.

When Tiff was in the fifth tier, she found that technique types were becoming harder and harder to deal with. In her initial impression, technique types were weaklings who just slashed all the way, and improving technique-type abilities was too expensive.

In the first to second tiers, Tiff didn't care much about these weaklings. Besides having strong attack capabilities, these guys had poor equipment defense and physical defense. A few large-scale abilities would bomb them, and the opponent would be half-dead, then a few shots would end the battle.

In the third to fourth tiers, Tiff still felt that technique types were nothing special. These guys still had powerful attack capabilities, but because they were generally poor, their equipment was trashy enough to hurt the eyes. As long as she handled it carefully, her chances of winning were high.

It wasn't until Tiff encountered a technique-type Qiyuezhe from the Apocalypse Paradise in a fifth-tier world that she changed her mind. The combat power of Qiyuezhe from the Apocalypse Paradise was a notch weaker than other parties, plus it was a technique type she didn't look highly upon, so Tiff didn't care about the opponent.

Tiff was in a temporary squad at the time, 19 against 1. The battle ended after 5 minutes and 27 seconds. That thorn sword engraved with the '' mark left Tiff with memories she could never forget.

19 against 1, that could no longer be called a battle, but an elegant massacre. The blade of that thorn sword was about three fingers wide, without the thinness of a normal thorn sword. While having powerful penetrating power, it was also good at slashing.

After surviving by luck, Tiff learned from her mistakes, collected sword mastery scrolls, and also began to develop technique-type abilities. Unfortunately, it was too late. She successfully raised her sword mastery to Lv. 19, and then got stuck. Technique-type abilities were not something you could just have resources for.

The development method for technique-type abilities was: master basic technique ability -> first improvement -> battle -> improvement again -> battle -> improvement again, cycling like this. Resources alone were not enough.

*Hiss~*

The metal wires suddenly tightened. Tiff, who was about to rush to the window for a strategic retreat, stopped her steps. She crushed a gem in her hand, and emerald energy exploded throughout her body, plowing away a layer of the surrounding ground.

*Clang! *

The long blade and thorn sword slashed against each other. While Tiff exerted force with her right hand to hold off the long blade, the thorn sword in her left hand stabbed forward.

'Blade Dao Blade · Extreme.'

*Crack. *

The thorn sword was severed, and the broken fragments splattered. The long blade slashed toward Tiff's chest with unstoppable momentum.

The Holy Spirit-grade close-fitting armor Tiff wore was like paper, instantly pierced. The momentum of the long blade did not diminish, and after piercing through flesh and bone, it cut open Tiff's heart.

Tiff felt the world spinning. Her body became very light, and then her vision gradually darkened.

【Prompt: You have killed Qiyuezhe No. 10**57.】

【You have obtained 5 points of Reincarnation Paradise Merit.】

【You have obtained Scarlet Medal x10.】

【The current holding of Scarlet Medals has exceeded 10, and you can exchange for the lowest-rated blood-colored weapon. You have activated the blood-colored weapon exchange list.】

Su Xiao did not check the exchange list. His left arm pulled, retracting the Boundary Breaking Line, and he rushed to the street from just now. The bald man and Xiuxiu Luo were still fighting there.

On the main street of District 30, a large amount of blood was scattered on the street surface, staining the cracked stone slabs red.

The bald man knelt on the ground halfway, blood dripping down his chin. At this moment, white light particles were scattering on the three blades on the outside of his right arm.

"Huff, huff."

The bald man gasped with difficulty, the sound like a broken bellows. His left arm was severed at the root, and there was an extremely deep slash mark on his chest, almost disemboweling him.

More than ten meters away from the bald man, Xiuxiu Luo was holding his own severed left arm. He flipped the arm in his hand with a casual attitude, as if it were not his own limb.

"Not continuing? This blade slash was very painful. Also, I haven't even made a move yet, why did you kneel down? Didn't you say you wanted to avenge someone just now? Did Bai Ye kill your sister? Or your parents? Before going to find him, at least kill me first."

Xiuxiu Luo threw his left arm to the side. Unlike when he shattered his own head just now, his left arm and the wound on his chest did not regenerate or heal at this time.

A sound of wind breaking came, and Xiuxiu Luo's steps paused.

"Bai Ye, don't come closer."

Xiuxiu Luo kicked a stone, sending it flying about a hundred meters away. This was his ability range. One-on-one, his ability was unsolvable, but if a friendly party helped, it would likely cause his ability to be interrupted.

Xiuxiu Luo's ability was simple. Before the battle began, he could silently mark the enemy with a 'Soul Mark'. The maximum target was 1, and the enemy must be a living creature.

After successfully marking the 'Soul Mark', as long as the marked person attacked Xiuxiu Luo, the marked person would suffer the same damage as Xiuxiu Luo. If other enemies attacked Xiuxiu Luo, the enemy marked with the 'Soul Mark' would not be injured.

The range was 100 meters. After successful marking, if the enemy rushed out of Xiuxiu Luo's ability range, he could immediately forcibly tear the 'Soul Mark' from the enemy's soul, causing the enemy to fall into an extremely weak state.

Unless absolutely necessary, Xiuxiu Luo would not do this. Every time he tore off a 'Soul Mark', he could see part of the enemy's memories and be influenced by these memories for a period of time.

Once, Xiuxiu Luo fought a female powerhouse. In desperation, he could only tear the soul mark. Two days later, Xiuxiu Luo was walking on the street wearing a long dress. Even worse, he encountered a friend from the Black Tower organization, which became one of Xiuxiu Luo's three major dark histories in life.

Damage synchronization, plus Xiuxiu Luo's near-immortal body, made him very strong, but his ability was not without weaknesses. Once the enemy found the weakness, it could be his death date. He was not truly immortal in the real sense.

Su Xiao sat on the roof of a two-story abandoned house. After a preliminary observation, he guessed Xiuxiu Luo's general ability. The opponent's injuries were exactly the same as the bald man's. It should be a damage synchronization ability. The trigger condition was that it must be an enemy's attack. Xiuxiu Luo's self-mutilation was useless, otherwise the opponent would have done so long ago.

On the dilapidated street, the bald man jumped back repeatedly. He took out a white fluid and pressed it on his severed arm. Not only did the bleeding stop immediately, but his severed arm was also slowly regenerating. Eighth-Tier Qiyuezhe all had deep foundations.

The bald man stared at Xiuxiu Luo. He soon discovered that the opponent's left arm was also regenerating, at the same speed as his own left arm's regeneration.

The bald man's right pupil expanded. This was a mechanical eye. He controlled the focal length of the pupil and began to observe the severed arm that Xiuxiu Luo was regenerating, performing cell-level observation.

Just from a preliminary observation, the bald man discovered the mystery. The opponent's regeneration was about 0.1 seconds slower than his own body's regeneration. This showed that the opponent's ability to feed back injuries and treat injuries through the soul had a very short delay. As long as he seized the gap of this delay to attack the enemy, the attack would likely not be fed back.

"So, it's like this..."

The bald man thought of something. He glanced at Su Xiao sitting on the roof a hundred meters away with his peripheral vision. He had already sensed the weakness of Xiuxiu Luo's ability, but he could not pay too heavy a price to solve Xiuxiu Luo. Another strong enemy was waiting for him—that was the strong enemy who killed the Gemini.

"Oh? Have you already discovered it, my weakness."

Xiuxiu Luo smiled. He never rushed forward to fight the bald man. It was not that his close-combat ability was weak, but that he had better means to kill the enemy.

With a *bang*, the bald man disappeared from where he was. The surrounding space shattered like a mirror. It was not that the bald man shattered the space of this world; this was a normal phenomenon caused by his use of some kind of space ability.

The bald man suddenly appeared in front of Xiuxiu Luo, his arm blade slashing forward, heading straight for Xiuxiu Luo's neck. With this momentum, the bald man was clearly looking for death. While severing Xiuxiu Luo's head, his own soul would also be severed, which would then affect his body, causing his own head to be severed as well.

*Ding~*

A blade popped out of the bald man's shoulder, spinning and grazing Xiuxiu Luo's cheek. A bloodstain appeared on Xiuxiu Luo's face, and a bloodstain immediately appeared on the bald man's face as well.

Now!

The arm blade on the bald man's arm slashed forward, the sharp blade cutting into Xiuxiu Luo's neck.

"Truly, a pleasant battle."

Xiuxiu Luo spoke. For some reason, the bald man's attack stopped. He only needed to push the arm blade forward again, and he could completely sever Xiuxiu Luo's head, but he froze in place.

"Farewell, bald guy."

Xiuxiu Luo snapped his fingers, and a phantom appeared behind the bald man. This phantom was connected to the bald man's spine, as if it had grown out of him. The Soul Mark had already sprouted and grown. This was Xiuxiu Luo's most powerful ability.

The black-gray phantom raised its arm. It held a short, curved scimitar in its hand, and the chain at the tail end was connected to the center of its chest.

With a *swish*, the curved blade grazed the bald man's neck. The expression on the bald man's face twisted. As an Eighth-Tier Qiyuezhe, he actually died at the hands of a native of a seventh-tier world? This was absolutely impossible!

"Ah!!"

The bald man roared, his whole body's flesh surging, and the bloodstain on his neck also faded.

"Stop howling, your soul is dead. The deceased rest in peace."

Xiuxiu Luo dispelled the soul shadow. His left arm regenerated rapidly, and he put his hands into his pockets, walking toward Su Xiao's direction.

Behind him, the bald man, whose pupils were covered in cracks, fell backward, finally hitting the ground with a *thud*. Even in death, he could not believe that he had actually died at the hands of a native of a seventh-tier world. ===== CHAPTER 2819 =====