314 Ya Ya, We're Here to Take You Home

Rivers of blood flowed through the Steel Colossus, and the suffocating sense of oppression, accompanied by the corrosive effects of the blood, spread across the land.

Splash—

Priest Ailiya emerged from the Blood River, her entire body soaked in blood, her robes clinging wetly to her body, outlining her sexy curves. Especially with her violent coughing, she trembled and swayed like tender tofu.

However, given the environment she was in at that moment, probably... most people were not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery.

"Damn it! What the hell is going on?"

She had just raised her head and looked around when she saw corpses floating along the Blood River.

"They're all Zeta-rank (6)... You must be kidding me."

Priest Ailiya couldn't help but shudder. The similarity in the creatures' frequencies created a strong sense of immersion, especially with such a massive number, which momentarily confused her senses.

They're all dead.

No matter how fast they ran, it was useless. At the end of the Blood River's flow lay a land covered with Humanoid Imprints. Those who tried to escape were ultimately blocked by the Dimensional Barrier and merged into the surface of the earth, like works of art, forever remaining there.

Anything within the strike range was utterly obliterated when the crimson blood descended. The scorching Blood River, indiscriminate of gender, arrogantly crushed everything in its path, causing Space-time Ripple with its heavy impact and allowing the devastating damage to continue to spread.

Priest Ailiya grabbed a handful of air, and tiny blue spores immediately appeared in her palm, bearing the scent of Lioz.

He is everywhere.

The thought sent a Terror down Priest Ailiya.

"This is Deified Person of the [Dominator] category? Why? Even Crescent Moon is far inferior to this... They're not even in the same league."

This is the fucking Zeta-rank?

There are records of Zeta-rank fighting against multiple opponents, and even of them holding off thousands of enemies single-handedly. However, these records are based on long-term guerrilla warfare, finding weaknesses and defeating them one by one, or using war vehicles to carry out effective tactical attacks on the battlefield.

As for a direct confrontation, one against a hundred.

No.

Absolutely not, and it's impossible!

From beginning to end, the man named Lioz only made three moves: severing his head and smashing it against Nalia, raising his hands to release angels and demons to punish people, and descending from the sky.

And then, that was it.

Priest Ailiya stood alone in the Blood River that was knee-deep, watching as one mutilated corpse after another floated by. Their bodies were severely damaged; even facing an asteroid impact should not have resulted in such a horrific outcome.

"--Can't fight."

Priest Ailiya suddenly realized this:

"We can't beat them! We simply can't beat them!"

There's no way to fight this; it's a complete crushing defeat. The opponent isn't even human. This kind of power can only appear during a cosmic catastrophe.

If the Sequence Aura is an uncontrollable force like a volcanic eruption, an earthquake, or a tsunami, then what Lioz brought was nothing short of Judgment Day! "Priest Ailiya..."

Just as she was lost in thought, something very human-like slowly crawled towards Ailiya's feet.

She uttered a woman's voice, but due to her torn throat, it howled like a broken bellows, causing unease. Her skin was completely corroded and rotten by the Blood River —it seemed that the nobler one's bloodline, the more susceptible one was to this Blood River. Her flesh festered, and her noble and magnificent attire was reduced to tatters.

She grabbed Ailiya's ankle, slowly raised her head, revealing a Terror face half skull and half rotting flesh, and opened her mouth, pleading, "Save me..."

" —Nalia Verrazzi."

It took Ailiya a long time to recognize the man's identity, and she immediately felt goosebumps on her back.

It's absurd that even the employer has fallen into such a miserable state.

"Where is your Red King amulet? Can't you cast a miracle?"

"Blood... this blood is like a living thing, it's eating me, gushing from my ankles and toes, all the way down my pulse. It's highly poisonous, save me..."

Nalia was no longer the proud and beautiful woman she usually was; at this moment, she was like a drowning dog, someone anyone could kick.

Ailiya felt Terror and instinctively backed away. The other person's miserable state was like that of someone infected with a plague. Their flesh was festering little by little, and the blood was like a bone-deep infection that not only couldn't be shaken off, but seemed to be alive, climbing up their flesh and bones.

Ailiya's eyelids twitched. "Damn it—this is practically a curse. What did you do to deserve this?"

Seeing the other person retreat, Nalia panicked. She quickly grabbed Ailiya's foot and said in alarm:

"Ailiya, I've paid you! Save me! Use your healing skills to save me quickly, I'm dying."

She struggled to support her body, trying her best to prove her vitality, but her flesh didn't lie. Every time her body trembled, her skin would shed powdery crumbs like meat floss bread.

Normally, as a descendant of dragons, she is aloof and arrogant.

Now, dragon blood has become the breeding ground for her destruction. When Blood River encounters dragon blood, it's like a raging fire meeting fuel; it's ready to ignite at any moment and is determined to devour her completely.

How ironic.

Nalia's plea for help was, in her own eyes, extremely pitiful.

A fallen person like Priest Ailiya would be someone she would never normally associate with, only seeking her help out of desperation. Yet now, she had to grovel at her feet, begging for healing.

Ailiya retreated repeatedly, and it took her a long time to recover from the devastation.

"I'll treat you right away."

She dared not neglect Nalia, raising her hand to unleash her healing skills. Her life force rapidly activated, transforming into black particles that she shook onto Nalia.

"Hiss—"

Nalia screamed in agony as her flesh, bones, and lost cells all began to regenerate, only to be immediately corroded by the blood. Fortunately, Ailiya was of a high enough level and had a strong vitality, so her regeneration speed far exceeded the speed of the blood's corrosion.

A few dozen seconds later, Nalia was lifted up by Priest Ailiya and carried on her shoulder like a sack. Given her bloodline and rank, if she were to be submerged in water, she would probably turn into a pile of rotten flesh in no time.

She carefully led Ailiya away from the Blood River and settled in the ruins of a convenience store.

Nalia sat there, dejected, still unable to shake off the trauma of the catastrophe. Staring blankly at the shattered walls, she suddenly spoke:

"... Are there any survivors?"

"I estimate there aren't many left."

Priest Ailiya shook her head and said bitterly:

"That's simply not at the level of Zeta-rank (6). Whether it's destructive power or composed demeanor, it's clearly on par with Ita (7)."

Nalia fell silent.

Considering the situation, she asked the priest, "Would the ' Ice Demon ' of Quasi-Italian have a chance against him?"

Click!

Brilliant ice flowers bloomed in the Blood River. ' Ice Demon ' Duggen Golas stepped on ice lotuses and sped across the land. He was flustered and panicked. His icy white hands gripped his staff tightly and his body was covered in wounds.

To be honest: I don't know.

Priest Ailiya shook her head. "But I believe Dugen more, after all, in terms of basic destructive power, the quasi-Italian is no different from the real Italian."

Whoosh! The light of the azure crescent moon flashed by, and Li Aoz's figure calmly jumped out of the two-dimensional space. Gravity levitated him, allowing him to walk through the air and slowly walk towards Dugen.

"Don't come any closer!"

Dugen yelled, flipped open the Magic Guidebook with his left hand, and in an instant, thousands of Ice Crystal Magic were unleashed. Ice blades and snow swords rained down like a storm, surrounding and sealing Li Aoz under the cold sword tips.

"So, you think Dugen and Lioz are about the same strength?"

Nalia frowned.

The path to enlightenment will not lie.

Priest Ailiya nodded. "No matter what, with Dugen's abilities, it shouldn't be a problem to at least hurt Lioz."

Ping! [Death Link - Overlord]

Li Aoz lightly traced lines with his fingertips, and the continuous damage was transferred to all directions under his control. A thick layer of ice instantly froze beneath his feet, but to him, it was nothing more than a gentle snowstorm.

The damage is in the single digits, constantly popping out, with a high frequency of damage, but after being spread out, it's not that bad.

He casually flicked out a tentacle, pulling a half-dead Zeta-rank from the Blood River. The tentacle pierced the opponent's arteries and frantically absorbed life until the blood vessels dried up and the opponent's life ended.

[Sever Life - Domination]

Snap.

He released the nerve tendrils, letting the mummified corpse fall into the Blood River; the few remaining frostbite spots on his body had vanished.

Health points have been fully restored.

"It's always like this... No matter how many times you hit it, it will recover immediately. You can't kill it, and you can't escape it."

Duggen Golas was numb to the scene. He raised his staff and murmured:

"... What the hell are you?!"

"Speaking of which, what exactly is the identity of that young lady from the company, Lioz? Why are you so concerned about her?"

Priest Ailiya lit a cigarette and asked, puzzled, "Whether it's her strength or the Sequence Aura she possesses, she doesn't seem like an ordinary [Ability User]. The range of her Aoneng release is also far too impressive. It's unbelievable that the crimson streak that fell actually broke through the Tomb Stars's interception and caused such terrible destruction..."

"Nalia, are you hiding something?"

"Just who is this Lioz?"

Nalia raised her head blankly and opened her mouth.

Just as she was about to speak, her communicator suddenly rang:

"Miss Nalia, I am Nefes, and I am about to arrive at the Tomb Stars."

Gabros's emotionless voice now sounded like a love song, and Nalia's eyes instantly reddened. Her gaze was glistening as she shouted into the communicator, "Come save me! I'm done playing, I want to go home!"

"Yes, Miss Nalia."

The projected Nefes nodded slightly. "I've come to take you home."