From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 242: Chapter 232 You're Becoming More and More Like Me

Viscount Bast Leone!

"The lion like a fox," "The man like a demon," "The crafty fox leading a pride of lions," "The current ruler of the East Coast."

People have many ways to refer to him, some out of fear, some with admiration, and some in mockery, but regardless, everyone has to admit that Bast Leone is indeed a true powerhouse.

Ever since he acquired the forbidden knowledge of "Demon Contracts" because of the existence of the Spirit Realm, his overall strength had increased tremendously, and he had possibly become the strongest Transmutation Extraordinary Exponent in Cyart in a hundred years!

Even when three high-level Transmutation Extraordinary Exponents teamed up to fight against Bast, deep down they all understood that they had no certainty of defeating him!

The black mirror had already appeared in front of the emerald elf, making her thoughts gradually hazy.

The increasingly deranged old man spoke again.

"Three against one, or rather, three against five... So, do you actually have the advantage or are you at a disadvantage?"

While speaking, Bast had already cruelly advanced to kill the emerald elf.

Chris's expression was calm, showing no intention of rescuing Marzo, and without hesitation, he directly attacked Bast.

Dark Fire of Sin burned fiercely on him, as the multitude of sins Bast had committed over the decades were countless, and the flames were extremely ferocious and terrifying.

"Flames, huh..."

Viscount Bast's physical defenses were strong, and those Fires of Sin initially only caused him minor injuries, but he realized there was something odd about them.

He knew he could not afford to worry about that and had to kill one first to break out of the three-against-one situation!

The next moment, Byrne used Instantaneous Transfer to rescue Marzo again, suddenly his head grew heavy, and he knelt on one knee.

"It's reaching the limit..."

He could feel his Spiritual Power being overused, so he almost collapsed to the ground.

And just then, Theo in Nasir Town sensed something was off, and through the ability of "household management," he timely transferred his Spiritual Power to Byrne.

The moment he knelt on one knee, the attack of the tall and thin phantom demon arrived. Byrne soared into the sky in an instant, then that invisible powerful force suddenly disappeared, causing him to fall toward the ground from a hundred meters high.

Shape-shifting!

Byrne's Spiritual Power was running low, so he used "Shape-shifting," a lower version of "Instantaneous Transfer," to break free, consuming less Spiritual Power while ensuring he wouldn't be severely injured from the fall.

Bast watched as the elf disappeared, his giant sword swinging at nothing, then grinned viciously and nodded at Chris!

"So that's it, because Zayne Frosac is also here, Byrne wouldn't bring something that might threaten everyone... I see, the one who summoned the disciples of the Stars Embrace Order is you, right? Chris Fischer."

"Of all the people in the Fischer family, you are the one who makes me the most uncomfortable."

Chris looked at Viscount Bast with a very indifferent face, calmly staring at him, without a trace of emotion.

Bast took a deep breath and tried to suppress the killing power of the black Fires of Sin by using his ability to transform mental power into life force, but found that they seemed endlessly burning, with no pause whatsoever.

Strange flames, why can't the injuries they cause be healed?

His face finally changed, and he glanced at Chris's eyes subconsciously, only to find that the world around him had become different.

Chris, consuming almost half of his Spiritual Power, launched the powerful "Eyes of Conviction" at Bast, who had accidentally seen his pupils!

In the illusion, countless evil spirits and ghosts seemed to return from the underworld, madly rushing towards Bast, many of whom were his friends and relatives. Their expressions were disbelieving, hysterical, angrily accusing Bast of his insanity and heartless cruelty.

Illusions.

Viscount Bast was exceptionally cold-hearted and was not swayed at all, quickly trying to break free from the illusion.

Marzo and Chris did not miss the opportunity and simultaneously moved to kill the stupefied real Viscount Bast.

However, several demons blocked their attack in time, preventing them from reaching him.

Bast's body trembled slightly for a moment, then the next moment he had returned to normal, the demons' blocking had been successful.

Just then, he heard the sound of an invisible battle bugle and sneered, "What ability is that? Your family truly has a plethora of strange powers!"

Byrne had activated the battle bugle, drastically reducing the resistance of their allies while significantly enhancing their attack capabilities.

Bast swung his giant sword, paying particular attention to Chris, knowing deep down that his battle skill was the strongest among the three.

The combined fight power of the three was no less than that of five high-level Transmutation Extraordinary Exponents.

Chris was silent and ruthless, wielding his blade with the speed of a violent storm, unstoppable, his battle skill so perfected that each fluid motion contained infinite lethality, each strike forceful and sharp.

Viscount Bast's swordsmanship with his giant sword was also incredibly skilled, coming to life as it crisscrossed from left to right, making it very difficult to predict.

Marzo's arrows were sinister and malicious, always shooting out at the most critical moments; Bast had to be fully alert at all times.

Finally, Marzo supplied the coup de grace with "Giant's Outlook," and the next moment, the composed Chris suddenly severed the throat of a "cheetah demon" attempting a sneak attack.

The remaining two demons could only play a supporting role, unable to alleviate Bast's situation, and so he gradually fell into a massive disadvantage.

The next moment, Chris's rune power "Countdown Timer" finally activated!

Time around them instantly froze.

Everything seemed to be fixed in place, leaves suspended in mid-air, mist no longer spreading, all life falling into silence.

Tiny water droplets formed crystal clear in the air, birds stood still mid-flight, their poses etched into the sky.

There was no sound, not even the faintest breath seemed to vanish without a trace; time appeared to be frozen by a mysterious force, creating an eerie tableau.

"Huff..."

Chris took a deep breath; this "Countdown Timer" had already been set in advance, so the duration of the frozen time was unusually long.

Six seconds!

For a full six seconds, Chris rushed forward at the first moment, swinging his blade to sever Viscount Bast's head, then without any hesitation eradicated the remaining two demons with the flame-entwined blade.

By the time he finished everything, his spiritual power was almost entirely depleted.

Time resumed its normal flow!

"Pfft!"

A torrent of blood spurted from the neck's severed stump as the body swayed and toppled; Viscount Bast's head flew through the air, the eyes wide open in death.

"Is it over?"

Marzo and Chris, watching the demons vanish and Viscount Bast's body fall, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in their hearts.

"Be careful, he's definitely still alive!"

Byrne suddenly bellowed!

He knew that the demons under Viscount Bast's contract weren't limited to just four; in fact, there was one final demon, with the unique ability to substitute death.

Viscount Bast had once used it to help Renzo survive an attack from a Monarch powerful expert.

The headless corpse suddenly jerked upright, and a ghastly, terrifying voice came from its belly.

The headless demon lion swung its giant sword repeatedly, releasing one Sword Qi after another, enveloping almost every corner around.

The power of a dozen Sword Qi was formidable, leveling everything in the vicinity, and Chris, who was closest, could not completely avoid it, being thrown by the terrifying Sword Qi on the spot.

"..."

The black "thorns" activated, spreading out across Viscount Bast's body.

The "resurrected" Viscount Bast quickly grew back his head but was already drenched in sweat, panting heavily as he tried to rid himself of the "thorns."

He failed!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The emerald elf suddenly loosed three arrows in rapid succession, all striking Viscount Bast's body. Although the rapid-fire decreased accuracy, missing vital points, the seeds still rapidly grew within him.

The Fire of Sin unquenched, the seeds growing, entangled with the restraining black thorns, Viscount Bast, weighed down by the mounting injuries, still had a look of unyielding determination in his eyes.

His mental power had not yet been completely depleted; he could still continue to heal himself.

Battle Skill 5 - Berserk Attack!

Viscount Bast suddenly accelerated, leaping with tremendous force towards Marzo, and the emerald elf just managed to lift her bow to block, only to be sent flying.

At this moment, Viscount Bast's face appeared composed, his eyes held a chill and rationality beyond ordinary men. He suddenly turned his head, glaring at Byrne as if wanting to strike again.

"..."

By then, Byrne's spiritual power was overtaxed; he was nearly exhausted and could only watch Viscount Bast approach while preparing his own final attack.

"..."

Viscount Bast moved closer without a word, his approach reminiscent of a demon, as if about to engulf the entire world.

But just after taking the fifth step, his body staggered and he knelt down calmly on one knee, trembling all over.

The Fire of Sin.

The inextinguishable black flames seemed to burn endlessly, causing irreparable damage, and Viscount Bast's mental power had finally reached its limit.

"It seems you've won..."

His expression was calm, but he couldn't delay the inevitable. Enjoy exclusive adventures from mvl

Amidst the scent of fresh flowers, they began to grow from the flesh and the black flames, as the old man struggled and trembled in pain.

Eventually, the black flames of sin completely dissipated, and the dying, aged body of Viscount Bast was covered with ample blossoms, kneeling on the ground.

Byrne took a deep breath, staggering forward slowly, knowing the old man posed no further threat.

Utilization was real, emotions were real, interests were real, threats were real, tests were real...

His body shuddered, hearing the old man's last words, his vision blurred with a hint of barely discernible mockery.

"Is this the result of toying with destiny? Byrne, my Destiny's Trajectory allowed me to see the paths of fate from birth. Thinking myself above fate, to control everything, little did I expect fate to bring Fischer to Nasir..."

"Your father, to die indirectly at my hands, heh..."

"Byrne, but I know that's not really why you wanted to kill me."

Byrne's body trembled, but inside he grew even colder, looking at the old man whose eyes held a certainty.

"The truth is, you're becoming more and more like me, Byrne."

The dark-haired man standing in the dense fog, like a lonesome shadow, his outline faint, his gaze seemingly lost in the distant future, or perhaps sunken into memories of the past, finally settled intently on the present.

"Mmm."