Chapter 148: The Flower King Puppet

After a few seconds of stalemate, Veya ultimately couldn't outlast Gune.

"Summoning the spirit helmet takes some time," Veya said, moving toward a safer spot deeper in the alley.

"How long?"

"Half a minute."

"That's not too long."

"My head's defense is strong enough for now, but my soul defense is too weak. Facing an injured Face-Flower King, I dare not get too close."

"If I charge over to the opposite building and get hit by a soul-type attack, it would be too damaging."

"But the spirit helmet's soul defense is extremely powerful. With it, I won't fear those soul-type attacks."

Indeed, the spirit helmet's greatest strength was soul defense, though it also had excellent resistance against spell penetration damage and direct attack damage.

"I need to prioritize soul defense abilities as well."

As Gune pondered, Veya had already sat cross-legged on the snow.

With the surge of source energy from her body, her crystal spirit equipment began to glow.

Gune continued crouching at the corner of the wall, observing the positions of the spellcasters on the opposite building.

When he went over later, he could target them purposefully.

"There are at least a dozen or so powerful third- and fourth-rank spellcasters on the building alone."

"There are also spellcasters on the roof, but they're fifth- and sixth-rank. Their fight doesn't involve the lower levels."

"I need to be wary of them too. If they target me, I mustn't hesitate to use Blood Shield to escape."

"Most importantly..." Gune looked toward a direction blocked by many houses.

"Vaguely, I can sense a lord's aura there. It should be Melesa."

"Melesa is probably being held up by someone."

"Once we eliminate these guys here, the many third- and fourth-rank spellcasters will charge over together, and Melesa won't be able to escape."

High-rank transcendents of the fifth and sixth ranks.

One person could handle five or six third- or fourth-rank transcendents without much trouble.

But when a group of over twenty third- and fourth-rank transcendents attacked together,

even they would find it hard to withstand alone.

Casually, Gune glanced again at the endless, eerie sea of blood hanging upside down in the sky.

Earlier, Gune could still feel the blood sea slowly pressing downward.

But recently, the eerie blood sea had stopped descending.

"What... not enough sacrifices for the Trinity? Can't come down?"

Gune mused quietly in his mind.

"Done!"

At that moment, Veya's voice sounded behind Gune.

Gune turned around.

What met his eyes was a glass-crystal spherical helmet, similar to a motorcycle helmet from his past life.

Its transparent crystal-glass form made the spirit helmet look like an astronaut helmet, a smaller version of one.

"This is a fully enclosed spirit helmet that covers the head. It requires you to use source energy breathing."

"Once you put it on, it will automatically fit your head and attach to the scales of the chainmail at your neck."

Spirits from the Spirit Realm were also transcendent beings, just in a different life form. It was normal for them to have a certain degree of compatibility and adaptability.

Gune had used his authority to obtain many documents from the Pioneer Corps, some left by transcendents like Planewalkers and Dimensional Wanderers.

From them, Gune learned

that in the transcendent world, there were many powerful, alien transcendent worlds.

The Spirit Realm was one of them.

Taking the spirit helmet and putting it on, it fit perfectly at the neck as Veya had said, not hindering head movement at all.

"It doesn't affect hearing or vision. Good." After a brief test, Gune's satisfaction with the spirit helmet was maxed out.

Then Gune looked at the alley across the street.

After staring for a moment,

"Go!"

With a burst of source energy from his feet,

the mithril boots instantly propelled Gune to maximum speed.

Covering about twenty meters, Gune crossed it easily in just over a second.

Just as he entered the alley, a large cluster of Fireball Burst spells rapidly bloomed on the path he had just passed.

Boom, boom, boom...

Scorching air waves rolled behind Gune, impacting him.

An elementalist had already spotted Gune.

Let alone the residual shocks, even if a mid-rank elemental spell like "Fireball Burst" directly hit Gune, he could easily withstand it.

The mithril magic-gold chainmail, the muscle membrane scales, and his powerful physique greatly reduced the threat of these mid-rank spells to Gune.

Just as he entered the alley, Gune flipped over, stepped on the steep wall, and climbed upward.

Reaching a spot on the second floor, Gune unleashed Blade Demon Cursed Seal at the opposite wall.

Swish, swish, swish...

In half a second, the wall collapsed.

With a light push from his feet, Gune made a nimble leap, slipping silently through the hole in the wall into the opposite second-floor room.

"A sufficiently high physical talent allows me to master many techniques of exertion without extensive combat training."

"At the same time, the increase in physical talent greatly enhances my body's agility."

"Hmm... very effective for escaping and evading."

As he pondered, his source energy vision expanded to its fullest, making everything in the dark room clearly visible.

With source energy vision at full bloom, he could faintly see figures through one wall.

After two walls, he could no longer see anything.

But that was enough.

Being able to see through one wall was sufficient for Gune to know everything in the next room.

Silently, he opened the door.

With a sweep,

Gune caught sight of half a figure.

It was a human caster hiding in a corner. From him, Gune sensed a strong aura of evil faith.

"A puppet of the Face-Flower King." Gune identified the human caster's identity at a glance.

The Face-Flower King's mental control was very strong and eerie.

For some mental control and enslavement methods Gune knew,

if the controller was killed, the controlled might break free from the original bindings and regain a new life.

But for the Face-Flower King's puppets, once controlled, over time, this peculiar control method would gradually alter the puppet's self-faith, making them completely and perfectly obedient to the Face-Flower King from their own will.

Even if the Face-Flower King was killed, these fanatical believers would not wake up; they would do everything to kill the enemy who slew the Face-Flower King.

More terrifyingly, if they encountered a new Face-Flower King, they would quickly and submissively throw themselves into the tide of faith of the new Face-Flower King.

This kind of control was utterly a distortion of the soul's form of taming, completely erasing personal will.

The evil side of the Face-Flower Cult was fully displayed.

As for the Shepherd God Church and the Giant God Church, their methods were even more excessive than the Face-Flower Cult's.

These evil gods, when they came to this world, brought thick evil, enslavement, slaughter, and destruction.

Silently leaping, Gune unleashed seven or eight Blade Demon Cursed Seals at the third-rank Face-Flower King puppet caster hiding in the corner.

Before he could react,

his shield was instantly torn apart, and his body was likewise shredded, his head cleaved until his brains burst.

The power of the third-level mid-rank special spell Blade Demon Cursed Seal was that formidable.

And this was only at third rank.

The higher the spell's rank, the more astonishing its destructive power after transformation.

When it reached fifth, sixth, or even seventh or eighth rank,

a single spell slaying a dragon would not be a dream.