Chapter 537: Chapter 378: Pale Wrath (Two in One)

Rock State, Melting Mountain City.

The battle had reached its most intense stage.

Although the high-end combat power of the Red Apple Church’s side was almost completely dead or injured, there remained Jemaine’s incarnation, unmatched by anyone. He stood alone with a spear, remaining resolute even when eight Golden Cup councilors, along with the executives of the Circus, attacked in unison; they couldn’t even scratch Him, managing only to barely hold out in front of Him.

Boom!!

Clang! Clatter!

Swinging His spear behind Him, Jemaine struck directly against the air, creating sparks.

The four Golden Cup councilors who had vanished into invisibility reappeared as they were sent flying backwards. They had all used “Shadow Coffins” to encoffin themselves, covering their bodies with a layer of Shadow Armor, but the sweep of that spear still severed their newly grown multiple arms.

Groans of pain were continuous as several people crashed to the ground, spitting blood, and a thunderous roar echoed.

Jemaine was about to give chase when He was intercepted by two mad bulls and four sick dogs, and overhead, a dense swarm of disease-carrying insects flew toward Him.

However, His expression was calm; He simply rotated the Bone Spear in His hand for a full circle, inverted its hold, and swung it horizontally while His enormous bone wings easily swatted away the giant oxen and dogs in front, even cleanly slicing three of them in half at their waists!

Thud!

Blood sprayed everywhere!

“Explode!”

Right at that moment, Maggie suddenly let out a cold shout.

The halves of the bull carcass Jemaine had bisected suddenly made a faint sound of shattering glass… That was the poison and disease mixture she had previously concealed inside the mad bull!

Boom!

A dark green smoke burst forth, engulfing the sky. The swarm of mosquitoes and moths not only remained unaffected but seemed to have entered their own field, becoming significantly faster and extremely lively.

Jemaine let out a cold laugh.

He raised His head to the sky, His mouth abruptly splitting wide, and then inhaled sharply.

Whoosh!!

Whether it be the swarm of disease, or the horrific poison fog, all were sucked into His body!

Everything around was refreshed.

“Supernatural disease? Ha…”

Jemaine shook His head, remarking on the tastiness.

With a spread of His bone wings, He propelled His entire body forward tens of meters in an instant, leaving behind a trail of dark red poison fog… Jemaine had turned the “devoured” supernatural power entirely to His own use!

Simultaneously, He thrust out His Bone Spear fiercely, aiming to kill the four injured Golden Cup councilors!

Whiz!

The shadows on the ground merged into one, forming a large net that enveloped the councilors before swiftly dragging them away. Noah, positioned in the rear, raised His pen and sketched, rescuing His companions.

But the next second, His expression changed subtly.

The slender figure of Jemaine had actually charged to His front!

His face was emotionless, His eyes indifferent.

With no time to marvel at the opponent’s quick response, Noah could only transform into His Sequence form, a towering Ghoul, as He sprang from the ground, raising a claw to block.

Splat!!

The entire arm of the Ghoul was severed.

Noah felt intense pain in His arm and before He could react, His chest was also pierced through by the Bone Spear! Blood spewed from His mouth as He grit His teeth and utilized the power of the Bone Gallery, invoking “The Red Bishop’s” trait of [Bloodline], and with a bang, He dissolved into a multitude of bats scattering away.

Being of the Flesh Pathway, Jemaine was all too familiar with Noah’s powers.

With a slight opening of His mouth, He exhaled a thick dark red smoke, teeming with potent toxins and supernatural diseases…

Squeak squeak squeak!

The bat swarm screeched as their bodies decayed and they fell to the ground.

Just as Noah was on the brink of death.

“Artist, here I come!”

A raging muscle-bound dairy cow charged over!

Seeing His companion in danger, Antonio snorted, raising the Bone Sword in His palm to strike down.

Meanwhile, Floey appeared on the other side of Jemaine out of nowhere, swinging the Great Scythe at His neck.

Jemaine’s eyeballs slightly turned to glance.

Boom!!

His bone wings flapped several times in an instant, first blocking the strikes of both with a clang, then violently hitting Antonio and Floey.

Spurt!

Both the man and the cow were sent flying backward, spitting blood incessantly.

“It’s over… All hope is gone…”

“Once Jack’s high-level NPCs are all killed, it will be our turn, the players!”

“With the Resurrection Point just outside, we can’t even run away. We are going to lose all our lives here… By the time the cooldown ends and we log in again, I’m afraid this mission will have already gone cold!”

The players watching in horror felt their hearts sink to the bottom.

Glancing around from a distance.

The enormous Abomination Fortress, relying on countless flesh “long legs,” was still slowly moving, ravaging the battlefield. It continuously emitted red rings, submerging the players on the main battlefield.

Either a blood rain fell, or blood pillars erupted; between the increase and decrease, the players were in agony. After Mr. Jack “fell in battle,” their morale was at a low ebb, and they no longer held the initial desire to combat the tide-like Fallen Believers and red-robed Priests.

All they thought about now was how to retreat and minimize their losses.

Clang clang clang!!

The intense roar once again drew the attention of the onlooking players back to the center of the field.

One after another, the Black Crystal puppets were effortlessly penetrated by the grotesque Bone Spiral Longspear, shattered effortlessly like fragile paper casings. Jemaine’s lean and upright figure, stern and indifferent, shuttled and wreaked havoc across the field.

The players held their breath. They were well aware of those big black figures, having read detailed threads on the gaming forums… They were the “elite guards” of the Jack Circus, each capable of easily annihilating dozens to hundreds of ordinary players.

But at this moment, in front of the “ultimate BIG BOSS” of the Red Apple Church, they weren’t even cannon fodder!

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