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Chapter 142 Solution
Chapter 142 Solution
Distracted by the blinding flashes of light and the howling wind, the young and wild Father Utravsky did not notice the "grease" area beneath his feet.
To stop his rapidly sprinting body, he slightly bent over and took a step forward with his side foot, trying to use friction to stop his momentum.
He then stepped on the layer of "grease" created by the "falling technique," instantly lost his balance, and fell forward.
However, because of the ship's gunwale, he did not fall directly off the ship and sink into the darkness deep within his soul.
boom! boom! boom!
As he tried to steady himself, a barrage of gunfire erupted behind him.
Holding the "Peacekeeper," Sirion instantly emptied all the bullets in the magazine. The bullets, trailing silver flames, shot towards the young Father Utravsky in quick succession, shattering in mid-air and turning into fragments of light like the dawn.
Countless fragments of light formed a shimmering and violent hurricane, engulfing Father Utravsky and relentlessly slicing through his body.
A few seconds later, the silver storm dissipated, and Father Utravsky, whose entire body was covered in a layer of damaged, refined full-body armor, stood firmly in place.
The veins on his hands, gripping the greatsword, bulged and were stained with a layer of slowly flowing crimson. His brown eyes, hidden beneath the heavy crown and helmet, were fixed intently on the direction where Sirion was.
Looking at the young Father Utravsky, who was injured but not seriously, Sireen sighed silently in his heart.
...Using the abilities of the "Dawn Knight" to attack the "Dawn Knight" was indeed ineffective.
It would be great if it had extraordinary destructive power.
With a sigh, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a neat stack of drawing paper, then tossed it out.
With a splashing sound, colors surged onto the drawing paper like water, quickly transforming from blurry to solid.
Then, transparent ghosts, demons with curved goat horns on their heads and membrane bat wings on their backs, sirens with snake tails and human bodies, and large sky-blue birds with several pairs of wings... all stepped out of the drawing.
These are monsters from fantasy. Although they do not have the strength of their prototypes, their realistic appearance and aura are enough to fool people.
Just like now, the young Father Utravsky's anger was as if it had been doused with cold water, leaving only panic and mistakes.
In a fit of intense panic, he instinctively leaned forward and plunged the greatsword, shrouded in the silvery dawn light, into the deck in front of him.
The silver dawn light on the greatsword then disintegrated, turning into fragments of light like the dawn itself.
They were densely packed and countless, forming a shimmering and violent hurricane that swept outwards in all directions.
This was far wider, far more violent, and far more terrifying than the silver storm that Cyril had just created by unleashing bullets with "Peacekeeper."
It was a truly devastating blow, capable of slicing all evil within its area into pieces.
The most powerful attack from the "Dawn Knights," "Light Storm"!
The raging, sharp hurricane shattered all the illusory monsters in an instant, then surged straight toward Sirion.
The young, fanatical pirate Father Utravsky has realized he has made the wrong choice, but he can no longer stop.
Every time the "Dawn Knight" uses "Light Storm", it consumes a large amount of spiritual energy and holy dawn. For a period of time afterward, it will be unable to condense even the "Dawn Sword", and its combat power will fall into a trough.
In order to avoid being killed after his combat abilities were weakened, he had no choice but to continue to activate "Storm of Light" in an attempt to deal with Sirion, who was hiding to the side.
Under the control of the young Utravsky, the shimmering and violent silver storm continued to expand, sweeping towards Cyrien.
Cyril stood still, neither moving nor dodging.
Before being enveloped by the silver storm, his figure suddenly became ethereal, tinged with dappled starlight, with pairs of transparent, dragonfly-wing-like membranes fluttering behind him.
Sharp, violent silver light spots passed through his body without leaving a trace, as if the two were not even in the same dimension.
A few breaths later, the raging silver storm dissipated, and the young Father Utravsky knelt on the deck, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. The silver dawn light on his "Dawn Armor" and his two-handed greatsword had faded away.
He glared fiercely at Sirion, not understanding why he had acted so impulsively and recklessly using "Light Storm." Sirion and he stared at each other across half a deck, silver lightning flashing in Sirion's eyes.
The surging spiritual energy, like sharp thorns covered in fine hooks, pierced deeply into the mind of the young Father Utravsky.
"Mental piercing!"
The next second, Father Utravsky, the young priest who was half-crouching on the deck with a greatsword in his hand, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and two streams of warm blood flowed from his nostrils.
The veins on his temples bulged, and he gripped the hilt of the greatsword tightly with both hands to keep himself from falling.
boom!boom!
Gunshots rang out again, and the young Father Utravsky, gripped by grief, instinctively raised his sword to parry.
The bullet, trailing a silver flame, struck his two-handed greatsword without making a sound or feeling any impact; instead, the bullet shattered on its own.
The young Father Utravsky was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to get up, he saw Sirion quietly approach him with an unfolded scroll.
His gaze uncontrollably slid to the painting, where he saw a towering holy mountain with a huge cross standing at the top, and angels with layers of wings of light surrounding it!
For a fleeting moment, he felt as if the angel heads in the painting had turned around and were looking at him.
"what!"
The young Father Utravsky clutched his head in agony, his tall frame hunched over the deck, groaning and moaning in pain.
His flesh seemed to come alive, constantly cracking open, and from the gaps between the flesh, crimson flames, mottled rust, flames mixed with golden sunlight, fine electric currents, and thick, viscous shadows seeped out.
"Isn't this effect a bit too good?"
With some self-doubt, Sirion turned the picture he had imagined over and brought it close to his eyes to take a look.
"No problem, it is indeed just a product of illusion, but it seems a little too real."
"Is it because I learned too much detail from Adam, or because this is the depths of the mind, and the deficiencies of my imagined creations are somewhat compensated for?"
He muttered a couple of sentences to himself, then made the scroll in his hand disappear. He then replaced the magazine on the "Peacekeeper" and pulled the trigger on the young Father Utravsky, who was on the verge of losing control and collapsing on the deck.
boom! boom! boom!
After a short but intense burst of gunfire, a "storm of light" that seemed rather miniature compared to the previous one erupted.
In the sharp and violent silver storm, the young Father Utravsky's collapsing body rapidly disintegrated and then dissipated.
In the end, Cyril saw the softening of his lips and the fleeting look of relief on his face.
It was only for a very brief moment, and then his figure completely disappeared from Cyrien's sight.
This negative personality, which had been accumulated over a long period of time by Father Utravsky's brutal and bloodthirsty nature and materialized under the power of the "Inner Demon Candle," was ultimately destroyed by Sirion.
Call ~
With a light exhale, Cyril looked around at the old sailboat and the sea beyond, which was always shrouded in a thin mist, before his figure quickly faded away.
In the main hall of the Harvest Church, Sirien, holding the "Heart Demon Candle," took a half step back and suddenly regained his senses.
He glanced at the "Demon Candle" with fine, black, scale-like patterns in his hand, then placed it on the table in front of Father Utravsky.
Father Utravsky seemed more peaceful and relaxed than before.
After a brief glance, Sirion withdrew his gaze and calmly asked:
"I've killed your materialized negative personality. There were some unexpected events during the process, but I hope I wasn't affected?"
Father Utravsky shook his head slightly: "No, after the negative personality was materialized by the 'Inner Demon Candle,' he and I became two separate individuals."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist his curiosity and asked:
"Father, have you ever had any surgery on the soul level?"
"I feel that your negative personality isn't just a simple personality; it's more like a fragment of your past that's been split off."
And a small number of souls.
"Besides high-level 'spectators,' those capable of 'sewage repair' might also be able to perform such delicate manipulations at the soul level."