Chapter 612

Facing the baby's crying that was gradually weakening him, Lu Mian immediately prepared to "teleport" to the side of Father Montserrat to launch an all-out attack and interrupt the influence.

But just at this moment, he saw the "Armor of Pride," having heard the baby's crying, first freeze in place, then suddenly crouch down and plunge the "Sword of Dawn" in its hand into the ground covered with dark weeds.

Damn it! Using "Storm of Light" directly? Lu Mian's scalp tingled. Too busy to verify, he instantly changed the destination of his "teleportation," vanished in an instant from the darkness where the illusory oak tree stood, and appeared on the ship's deck.

——He had long discovered that the wilderness of weeds created by Father Montserrat was significantly inferior to the "Other Shore World" of the "Ladies," unable to cut off the deep-level connection between the inside and outside, and thus unable to prevent others from "teleporting" away. It could only prevent various sounds and the aftermath of battle from spreading, similar to the "Bottle of Fiction," and perhaps even inferior. Of course, this wilderness covered in dark weeds and standing with illusory oak trees had other special features and possessed other abilities.

Just as Lu Mian's figure faded into the dark wilderness, the "Sword of Dawn" that the "Armor of Pride" had plunged into the ground cracked.

It shattered into countless fragments of light, transforming into a terrifying storm that engulfed the area.

The weeds with plump grains were sliced into pieces, and the earth was cleared in an instant.

Father Montserrat, standing on the oak branches, had no time to dodge; he merely allowed his body to take on the texture of wood before being swallowed by the "Storm of Light."

The illusory, hollow baby's crying came to an abrupt halt.

When the "Storm of Light" subsided, Father Montserrat stood stiffly in place, motionless.

The next second, his body, covered in brown bark and appearing as if cast from wood, suddenly cracked, revealing deep fissures one after another.

Plop, plop, plop—Father Montserrat's body fell piece by piece to the base of the oak tree, the cuts clean, blood spilling out.

This flesh and blood were instantly absorbed by the roots of the illusory oak tree, leaving not even a single scrap behind.

In the middle section of the oak tree, the bark split open, and wriggling, moist, huge fleshy petals grew out, expanding into a hole.

A human head appeared there, being squeezed and pushed outward.

In the blink of an eye, the naked human was "birthed" by the illusory oak tree; it was none other than Father Montserrat.

He remained in his adult state, his body wet, with parts covered in a rather filthy, translucent white film.

Rebirth!

Father Montserrat had achieved rebirth with the help of this dark wilderness covered in weeds, the illusory oak tree, and the invisible baby!

His features grew younger, and suddenly, exaggerated, dark-skinned bat-like wings sprouted from his back as he flew from the middle of the giant oak tree toward the silver-white full-body armor.

The "Armor of Pride" stood up, light condensing in its hand to create a sharp long spear.

It thrust the long lance with force, piercing through the air and stabbing into Father Montserrat's chest and abdomen.

Father Montserrat's bat-like wings instantly folded, and his entire person suddenly split into one palm-sized black bat after another.

These bats danced all over the sky, with some circling behind the "Armor of Pride" to re-aggregate into Father Montserrat, who was still covered in the filthy film.

Father Montserrat's body expanded, becoming like a giant bear, while sharp nails with mysterious patterns and symbols grew from his palms.

He grabbed with force, leaving five deep scratches on the back of the "Armor of Pride" that revealed the hollow interior.

The "Armor of Pride" froze once again, and even the surrounding air seemed to solidify.

Just as Father Montserrat was about to launch a further attack, he suddenly discovered that the silver-white full-body armor had turned its body in mid-air without any warning or time wasted.

It condensed giant hammers, axes, flails, and other weapons from light one after another, hacking them toward Father Montserrat as if it had gone mad.

Father Montserrat lowered his body, shrinking into the ground where the weeds had been cleared, and shifted to a place closer to the illusory oak tree.

And where he had originally stood, the earth was smashed into a depression and split by fissures.

At this moment, Lu Mian, estimating that the "Storm of Light" had ended, "teleported" back into the darkness.

He looked on with slight surprise to see that Father Montserrat was still unscathed, only missing his brown priest's robe.

Lu Mian did not hesitate, pulling the "Dirge of Hatred" bone flute from his "Traveler's Bag."

He wanted to take advantage of the "Armor of Pride" entangling Father Montserrat and the fact that the sounds here could not reach the outside world to play a melody for Father Montserrat that he had just learned at various celebrations in Port Santa—a piece composed by a Saint of the Church of the "Mother Goddess of Earth" for the harvest.

According to his usual habits, Lu Mian should have first put on the "Torture" gauntlets, "teleported" close, punched Father Montserrat to trigger some kind of desire or emotion, and only then pulled away to play the "Dirge of Hatred" to detonate the aftereffects of the "Torture." But this time, Lu Mian abandoned this mature combat routine.

This was because the battlefield had a strange, illusory giant oak tree, and Father Montserrat had previously been holding an invisible baby suspected to be a divine child. If he really put on the "Torture" gauntlets, Lu Mian dared not imagine what kind of gaze and crisis it would attract.

If the "Great Mother" saw it and directly allowed the divine child to briefly cross the barrier between illusion and reality to strike him, the problem would be serious!

Moreover, Lu Mian had always felt that a cultist of a false god like Father Montserrat must have obvious psychological problems, and his mental state would not be very stable. Directly playing the "Dirge of Hatred" was completely capable of detonating the opponent's weaknesses. It was just like how he and Mr. K probably wouldn't like to hear others play the "Dirge of Hatred."

It was just that Lu Mian was not yet sure which weakness would be detonated or what changes would occur; he could only adapt to the situation when the time came.

Just as he brought the "Dirge of Hatred" to his lips, Lu Mian suddenly felt a chill behind his neck.

"Waa!"

The illusory baby's crying echoed in his ears once again, close at hand.

"Giggle, giggle."

The baby's crying quickly turned into laughter, as if playing an interesting game with Lu Mian.

Lu Mian inexplicably stiffened, briefly unable to move.

A cold, sinister aura seeped into his body, slowly extending toward his abdomen.

Lu Mian grew colder and colder, his life force beginning to drain away, gathering toward a certain place in his body along with the cold aura.

The baby by his ear cried miserably one moment and laughed happily the next.

Without hesitation, Lu Mian sank his consciousness into his right hand, slightly triggering the residual imprint of the "Blood Emperor" Alista Tudor.

A tyrannical, mad, and terrifying aura instantly surged from Lu Mian's body, making him seem much larger even without using the power of "Accumulation," the feeling of bloodthirstiness becoming tangible.

The invisible baby's crying and laughter disappeared once again, and the cold intent that had seeped into Lu Mian's body was melted by the rolling burning sensation. The entire dark wilderness swayed, and rays of faint light shone in.

Lu Mian then ended the triggering he had been controlling and blew into the black bone flute with blood-colored holes.

A melody with a clear festive tone echoed out, and Father Montserrat, who was fighting the "Armor of Pride," froze instantly.

His expression twisted, presenting a kind of indescribable pain.

Seeing the silver-white armor hack a long staff condensed from light toward him, Father Montserrat instinctively reached out and pointed at the opponent's feet.

A large number of vines, weeds, and tree branches grew rapidly, quickly surrounding the "Armor of Pride" and hindering its movements.

Amidst the sounds of tree branches being smashed and vines being torn, the "Armor of Pride" charged forward with difficulty and slowness.

And Father Montserrat looked at Lu Mian, shouting with a face full of pain:

"Run!

"The divine child cannot be killed!"

Run? This... Lu Mian discovered that Father Montserrat was much more normal than before; the warmth between his brows that made one feel like they had returned home was entirely replaced by pain and struggle.

"Run!

"Repent to the Mother Earth for me!"

Father Montserrat shouted hysterically.

His naked body underwent mutations; under the translucent, filthy white film, organs representing production and incubation grew out, intermingled with each other, which was exceptionally horrifying.

Repent to the Mother Earth? Lu Mian vaguely grasped Father Montserrat's current state:

His fall seemed incomplete; he still had the side that believed in the "Mother Goddess of Earth," leading to a split personality. Normally, the normal personality was suppressed by the fallen personality.

The "Dirge of Hatred" detonated this problem, allowing Father Montserrat's normal personality to briefly gain the upper hand and regain control of the body? Lu Mian felt a bit emotional, but this did not hinder him from condensing fireballs that were crimson and nearly white, letting them fly toward the mutated Father Montserrat.

Father Montserrat's expression was cold one moment and pained the next, his body making dodging gestures one moment and being pulled back the next.

He shouted as if using all his strength:

"The divine child cannot be killed, only driven away!"

Just as Father Montserrat finished speaking, those crimson-nearly-white fireballs flew over and landed on him, and the silver-white "Armor of Pride" also broke through the obstruction of those vines and branches, rushed to his front, and hacked down with the long staff condensed from light.

Boom!

The moment the fireballs exploded, the fallen Father Montserrat regained control of his body and was about to shrink into the ground.

At this moment, Lu Mian's figure appeared behind him, the figure raising the black bone flute.

Lu Mian had "teleported" directly to the core of the explosion, without considering at all that he would also be blasted into serious injury by the terrifying shockwave!

The fireballs were just a diversion; the real fatal attack he had prepared was the "Dirge of Hatred"!

Pfft!

Lu Mian inserted the black bone flute with blood-colored holes into Father Montserrat's neck as he shrank downward.

Boom!

The expanding waves of fire swallowed both of them.

(End of chapter)