Chapter 395

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Dominic was shoved heavily onto the ice, sliding several meters before stopping.

He raised his head and saw Sister Kasaduo stagger back half a step, her power sword clattering to the ground, her upper body nearly split in two.

Her hood slipped off, revealing a pale and calm face.

She could do nothing more, merely gave Dominic one last look, then collapsed heavily, never to make a sound again.

The blade's residual momentum had not dissipated; it grazed past Dominic's raised left arm as he blocked.

"Crack~~~"

The precision mechanical prosthetic snapped cleanly at the elbow joint, the break smooth, debris from wiring and hydraulic lines spraying along the blade's path.

Cold sensation spread up from the severed limb, pain belatedly drilling into nerves, then severed by the prosthetic's system cutting the connection, leaving only the phantom pain unique to amputees.

Dominic sat on the ice, watching his severed prosthetic hiss and spark at the break, then looking at the Sister's motionless corpse not far away, his whole person seemed frozen in place.

In a trance, the scene before him overlapped with a certain memory.

Also such a freezing battlefield, also such an unexpected ambush, Raphael was the same.

With her broken body she became fire.

The explosion devoured her body, while he survived.

Ever since, his left hand became a mechanical prosthetic, carrying a weight he could never set down for life.

"Ah!!!"

Rage burned through his limbs and bones like wildfire, instantly dispelling all fear and caution.

Dominic's eyes bloodshot, his right hand fiercely reached into the leather sheath inside his uniform, drawing a dagger gilded all over.

The dagger was not long, only about thirty centimeters, the blade etched with dense golden patterns, the hilt set with a tiny core, like a solidified star, orange-red.

The edge bore no sharpening marks, yet naturally radiated a layer of scorching heat; in this extreme cold, heat waves constantly steamed around the blade.

Canthus.

This was one of his family's heirloom holy relics passed down generations.

His great-uncle once half-jokingly told him that when Emperor Grandpa sought an engine core for the Holy Blood Angels' warship, he once personally captured a star, compressing it into a near-eternal energy crystal core.

When forging this dagger, they used the star remnants that overflowed during the compression; the blade temperature so high it could melt all metals in the world.

Dominic only took it as a legend elders made up to coax children.

He had seen countless so-called "holy relics," most with backgrounds absurd to the point of exaggeration.

But the moment he truly gripped this dagger he knew, even if Canthus wasn't that legendary, it wouldn't be far off.

Because this thing's power fundamentally did not belong to the mortal world.

Divine Envoy Si cleaved through the mechanical prosthetic with one slash, about to advance for a finishing blow, when he suddenly saw the other man charging with a strangely styled golden dagger.

Expressionless, he crossed his blade to block.

In his view, a mere short dagger, how could it possibly stop his Guan Dao.

"Hiss!"

After the crisp clang of metal on metal came a tooth-aching melting sound.

The instant the Guan Dao's heavy blade collided with Canthus's edge, it was like ice meeting a red-hot iron rod, instantly melting a notch.

Dominic followed through with a backhand swipe, the golden blade tracing an arc, actually severing the several-inch-thick blade cleanly without any hindrance.

Divine Envoy Si's pupils contracted sharply, astonishment appearing for the first time in his blue-gray eyes.

He stared in disbelief at the half-blade remaining in his hand, figure rapidly retreating, trying to create distance.

But Dominic simply gave him no chance to breathe.

Thrusters erupting at full power, he dragged his severed limb, whole body like a shell leaving the barrel pursuing straight ahead, right-hand dagger thrusting straight at the enemy's face.

"Ding!"

A layer of pale blue spirit shield abruptly unfolded before Divine Envoy Si, like an ice mirror.

Canthus dagger stabbed into the shield, raising rings of distorted ripples, high temperature and psyker power colliding with a sizzling sound, yet failing to pierce through instantly.

Divine Envoy Si had just landed, about to channel stronger psyker power, when a piercing chill suddenly came from behind.

Not the cold of ice, but the Untouchable's rejection of all things, the dead silence that severs all psyker power.

Sister Elaine had somehow circled to the side rear.

She did not speak, did not even exchange any glance with Dominic, yet precisely anticipated his offensive.

She pressed both hands to the ground, pushing the Untouchable force field's output to the limit, a pale silver halo surging toward Divine Envoy Si like a tide.

"Ugh!"

Divine Envoy Si grunted, his surrounding psyker fluctuations instantly thrown into chaos.

That spirit shield which had barely blocked the dagger, like a punctured bubble, "pop" shattered.

Good chance!

Red light surged in Dominic's eyes, borrowing the thruster's force to leap into the air.

He gripped Canthus dagger with both hands, using all his body's strength, hacking down viciously at the top of Divine Envoy Si's head.

The golden blade cleaved the air, dragging a scorching afterimage, the surrounding cold air vaporized into white mist.

No obstruction whatsoever.

The Sunset Dagger cleaved straight down from the center of Divine Envoy Four's crown, following the bridge of the nose, the throat, the chest cavity, slicing all the way to the lower abdomen with incomparable smoothness.

Like a hot knife through butter, not the slightest resistance.

Divine Envoy Four's body froze in place, four arms maintaining their outstretched posture, the radiance in the blue-gray pupils rapidly dissipating.

He seemed to want to say something, lips moving, but in the end only a pale purple blood line appeared down the middle of his body.

The next second, his body split along the blade's trajectory, sliding apart to both sides; the flat cross-sections barely bled at all.

High temperature had long since carbonized and sealed every blood vessel.

The two corpse halves fell heavily onto the ice surface with a dull sound.

The Ice Hall fell silent for a moment.

The surrounding believers, having lost their high-ranking commander's direction, showed a momentary hesitation in their movements.

But this hesitation lasted only a fraction of a second before they once again closed in on the two expressionlessly.

Dominic stumbled upon landing, the imbalance from his severed limb and the exhaustion after his violent anger striking at once.

He gritted his teeth and supported his body, just about to call for Sister Elaine to retreat, when he heard a faint psyker fluctuation spreading like water ripples in the air.

It was the alarm Divine Envoy Four sent out before death.

That fluctuation, centered on the Ice Hall, spread rapidly along the ice cavern's rock walls, like an invisible ripple, instantly reaching every corner of Tooth City.

"Intruders, temple, blasphemy against the Dragon God..."

Fragmentary thoughts poured into every wildman's mind, and also awakened more blue-robed believers dormant in the depths of the ice layers.

【Go quickly, we cannot stay here.】

Sister Elaine picked up Kasaduo's power sword, backhanded it into her own waist, her eyes without the slightest ripple.

As if the one just sacrificed was merely an unimportant person.

She yanked Dominic, and the two rushed toward the outside of the Ice Hall.