Chapter 1617
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Chapter 1617 Melting Knight
An Qingyu’s gaze fixed on the domain surrounding him, a faint light appearing in his gray eyes, as if analyzing something.
Shen Qingzhu naturally knew his ability and had no intention of giving him time. He raised his hand, and a pair of gray arms extended from the ground below, firmly grasping An Qingyu’s ankles.
At the same time, countless arms extended from this pair, frantically spreading over An Qingyu’s body. These arms surged together like numerous miniature wings, engulfing his entire body in an instant.
Under Shen Qingzhu’s control, these arms wrapped into a cocoon, trapping An Qingyu firmly inside. But the next moment, these arms began to violently twist from within!
These arms visibly deconstructed and reassembled into semi-transparent glass, hardening and solidifying. As a pale hand pressed against the glass surface from inside, the entire cocoon exploded with a boom!
A black shadow darted out from within!
Seeing this, Shen Qingzhu’s expression remained undisturbed. He removed the burning cigarette from the corner of his mouth and gently waved it.
A spark fell to the ground in the deathly still gray world, and all the air instantly combusted. A wall of flames hundreds of meters high rose up before him, completely engulfing the black shadow.
But as the figure in the flames fixed its gaze, the fire wall strangely collapsed into a shower of gray rain, drifting down onto the ruins.
“So this is the power of the Gate of Truth…” Shen Qingzhu’s face grew solemn as he witnessed this defiance of natural law.
An Qingyu landed lightly on the ground from the gray rain, when the roar of engines reached his ears. He turned to see several half-wrecked motorcycles speeding toward him. Most bizarrely, there were no riders on these motorcycles—they seemed controlled by invisible hands, heading straight for him.
Looking closer, An Qingyu noticed that large amounts of explosives had been attached to the undersides of the motorcycles.
He seemed to realize something and looked up at the sky. In the night sky, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth was waving his hands like a conductor, and an invisible binding force enveloped An Qingyu’s body.
At the same time, in the reflection of An Qingyu’s gray eyes, he clearly saw a figure shrouded in smoke, silently approaching him with a short knife in hand.
“So there are accomplices.”
Seeing this, An Qingyu’s eyes flashed with brilliance. Beneath his black robe, his hands slowly formed a strange seal.
His target was Chloe, not wasting time with Shen Qingzhu and the Ancestral God. If this dragged on, unless he recklessly exchanged with the Gate of Truth again, his chances of victory weren’t high.
Fortunately, he had prepared a contingency plan.
As he formed the hand seal, An Qingyu’s figure visibly dimmed. Seeing this, Shen Qingzhu frowned.
“Leaving so soon, Deputy Commander An?”
“You are not my target,” An Qingyu replied calmly. “We will meet again someday.”
Before his words faded, a sharp blade light suddenly burst from the void behind An Qingyu!
Number 27, short knife in hand, materialized like a ghost, his law-infused blade piercing through An Qingyu’s heart position, the blade protruding from his chest!
An Qingyu merely frowned, without shedding even a drop of blood.
Number 27’s knife-wielding hand sensed something amiss. He asked in surprise:
“Where is your heart?”
An Qingyu didn’t answer. As a faint light flashed across his body, his form instantly transformed into a swarm of gray-skinned rats that scattered and disappeared into the misty gray rain.
“Where did he go?” Wuquan’s figure descended from midair and asked.
“It seems he prepared a substitute in advance. What a cautious fellow…” Shen Qingzhu withdrew the domain around them and sighed deeply. “In that respect, he hasn’t changed at all.”
Number 27 looked down at his bloodless blade, his brows furrowed beneath his hood, as if deep in thought.
…
In front of the church.
A gray-skinned rat silently emerged from the ruins. A faint light flickered, and misty fog gathered around it, gradually outlining a figure in a black robe.
An Qingyu looked up at the majestic church through the rain curtain and walked straight inside.
“Who’s there?!”
Behind the church’s great doors, the Knight Commander, who had just finished a fierce battle, suddenly turned toward the entrance.
Crack—!
A fierce bolt of lightning cut through the gloomy rain curtain, casting the shadow of the black-robed figure against the sacred, magnificent wall.
Water dripped from the hem of the black robe as he slowly stepped forward, pulling back his hood to reveal a calm young face.
As he walked steadily forward, those gray eyes coldly swept over the three Knight Commanders.
“You’re in my way.”
Almost simultaneously, the patterns on the three Knight Commanders’ armor lit up. The one wielding a greatsword charged first, his blade cutting through the air with a low hum. A blinding lightning burst forth, transforming into a cross of lightning over a hundred meters long, crashing toward An Qingyu’s face!
An Qingyu’s figure instantly vanished from its spot. The lightning cross penetrated the ground, reducing the church’s entrance and a distant patch of ruins to nothing.
The next moment, that ghostly black shadow appeared behind the knight.
A hand lightly touched the surface of the armor, and its patterns immediately dimmed. The solid armor suddenly twisted like a pretzel, and the body inside contorted with it. The sound of shattering bones echoed under the magnificent dome!
Shattered armor mixed with fresh blood scattered throughout the church, and the black robe became stained with blood.
In just one exchange, a Knight Commander had died at An Qingyu’s hands.
Seeing this, the other two Knight Commanders’ eyes filled with terror. Before they could react, An Qingyu raised both hands, a deep gray light flashing in his eyes.
Analysis, reconstruction.
The two Knight Commanders felt their bodies grow heavy, as if filled with lead, standing frozen in place. Looking down at their bodies beneath the armor, they saw their flesh bizarrely melting, like molten iron, seeping drop by drop into the inner walls of their armor.
Their pupils contracted violently as they instinctively tried to remove their armor, only to find their hands completely fused with their gauntlets. The slightest movement produced a creaking sound of grinding metal.
An Qingyu approached them slowly in his black robe, but by now they were completely consumed by terror at the transformation of their bodies.
Gradually, even their thoughts became sluggish, their movements increasingly slow. If someone were to lift their helmets now, they would find their heads melted into liquid, as if molten iron had been poured into their armor, completely fused with it.
Seconds later, the two Knight Commanders stood motionless like statues, still gripping their swords and shields.
