Chapter 150: Eyeball Terminator

Inside the house, several fourth-rank transcendent powerhouses were gathered together, quickly discussing their retreat.

Earlier, when their Human-Flower Church was ambushed by mysterious black-clad figures, two high-ranking Flower Kings died on the spot. Then, pursued by the Pioneer Corps, they had already suffered heavy losses.

In less than ten minutes, for reasons unknown, many of their spellcasters stationed outside had suffered severe casualties in a short time.

Moreover, since the Human-Flower Emperor had already retreated a block, continuing to fight here would only lead to more deaths. Retreat was now an inevitable choice; otherwise, most of them would likely die here.

Just as the several high-star fourth-rank transcendent powerhouses had reached a decision to retreat,

suddenly, the door creaked abruptly.

The sound of the door opening was so close that it naturally did not escape their notice.

Several of them immediately looked over with extreme vigilance.

What met their eyes was a dark, lumpy object thrown inside.

Relying on their night vision and the light reflected from the sea of blood outside, they could make out the outline and shape of the black, strip-like object.

The thrown object looked very much like a bizarre, grotesque flesh worm from the Star Creation.

At first, they all thought it was some kind of powerful strange creature or a contracted summon.

But the next moment,

Bang, bang, bang...

The faint sound of eyeballs exploding crackled densely.

Ah!

Ugh...

Damn... my eyes.

Ah...

Careful, it's a terrifying sealed object with memetic properties.

From the blood-curdling screams coming from inside the room, Gune realized that the Writhing Flesh had taken effect.

Gune, who had already prepared his spell incantations, erupted instantly.

Whump, whump, whump...

The ferocious Demon Blade Curse tore through the door like it was tofu, unleashing a storm of attacks upon everyone inside.

Sssss...

In an instant, three people were sliced to death without even a chance to fight back.

These fourth-rank experts were all battle-hardened veterans.

Even with their eyes destroyed by the Writhing Flesh, they still launched counterattacks the moment Gune's spell erupted.

Two fourth-rank spellcasters hurled spells at Gune—both instant-cast, but their single-second overlap was far inferior to Gune's, only about six or seven spells per second.

Meanwhile, another Shadowdancer rolled and threw a dagger at Gune while slipping into stealth.

Facing the instant spell counterattacks from the two spellcasters and the Shadowdancer's dagger,

Gune grinned savagely, tanking those spells while unleashing a barrage on the two spellcasters.

After all, fourth-rank experts were fourth-rank experts.

With a bang,

the instant spells and the dagger shattered Gune's Blood Shield on the spot.

At the same time, a subsequent instant spell, Blackfire Orb, roared and slammed into Gune's chest.

Bang!

The Blackfire Orb exploded violently, forcing Gune half a step back.

Black scorching flames spread across Gune's chest, sizzling loudly.

The burning power seeped through the gaps in his Purple Scale Chainmail, scorching his skin.

Then, a dense barrage of half-meter-long Sharp Ice Spikes and more Blackfire Orbs—both instant spells—rained down on him.

Gune finally experienced what it felt like to be engulfed by instant spells.

At this moment, if Gune used Blood Escape, he could easily avoid this chain of spell bombardment.

But that would lose the advantage gained from the ambush.

With his formidable physical defense, Gune had no intention of retreating. A tanky mage needed to stand firm and steady at critical moments.

While holding the door and tanking the bombardment of both instant spells, Gune launched a second wave of attacks at the two now-blind spellcasters.

The two spellcasters' attacks were fierce, even causing some damage to Gune despite his Purple Scale Chainmail.

But Gune's spells were even more brutal.

In less than half a second, the terrifying Demon Blades shredded their shields.

Without shield protection, the subsequent Demon Blades' sharpness tore their bodies apart. They weren't as durable as Gune.

The two spellcasters quickly fell to the ground.

Now only the fourth-rank Shadow Assassin remained.

Scanning the corners of the room, Gune fixed his gaze on one corner.

Gune's Source Vision had already spotted the fourth-rank Shadow Assassin.

Under normal stealth, Gune probably wouldn't have seen this powerful fourth-rank Shadow Assassin.

But now, the Writhing Flesh had blinded everyone.

Blood was gushing from the fourth-rank Shadow Assassin's eyes, dripping continuously.

From the Source energy emanating from the eye area, Gune could clearly pinpoint his location.

Not to mention, Gune could also track him by the scent of blood.

This fourth-rank Shadow Assassin in stealth was quite skilled—he had managed to locate the side door and slipped into the adjacent room while entering stealth.

Now, he was hiding in a corner of that room, drinking a potion and calmly waiting for his eyes to recover.

If he recovered, it would likely be a tough fight.

Through the open door, Gune cast a Soul-Stabilizing Ring Curse inside.

As the Soul-Stabilizing Ring Curse activated, the fourth-rank Shadow Assassin's body stiffened.

He knew he had been exposed.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

A dense barrage of Demon Blade Curses erupted again. Gune saw no need to get close; approaching a fourth-rank Shadow Assassin was not a good idea.

Even though his eyes were already blind.

Tearing through the wall and bombarding from a distance at the doorway was clearly safer and more reliable.

The fourth-rank Shadow Assassin expert ultimately could not escape his fate.

After dodging and struggling for a few seconds inside the room, the fourth-rank assassin, whose calf had been severed by a Demon Blade, was easily shredded by Gune.

Blind and in this turbulent Source energy environment, the fourth-rank assassin died without any resistance.

The six fourth-rank powerhouses in the room were all wiped out by Gune in one fell swoop.

Looking at the corpses of the fourth-rank experts scattered on the floor, Gune let out a slight gasp.

Gune was also injured, and not lightly.

The Ice Spikes and Blackfire Orbs from the two fourth-rank spellcasters had dealt considerable damage.

Even now, the flames from the Blackfire Orb explosion were still burning on the Purple Scale Chainmail in front of Gune.

A Blood Shield bloomed from within, quickly forcing the black flames burning on Gune's body outward.

After downing 100 milliliters of Life Spring Water in one gulp, Gune began to clean up the battlefield.

First, he collected the Writhing Flesh.

By now, members of the Pioneer Corps were gradually rushing over.

If some unlucky fellow stumbled upon it and took a look, he would pay a terrible price.

A transcendent's eyes, even if ruptured, could be restored.

But whether they could recover after seeing the Writhing Flesh explode was uncertain.

Thank goodness for the Writhing Flesh; otherwise, with so many people, I wouldn't have been able to kill them all, and I might have even died myself.

Blinding their eyes on the spot, combined with a powerful spell ambush—no one could withstand that.

The Writhing Flesh is very effective against fourth-rank experts, and once seen, it's a guaranteed hit.

If surrounded by a hundred people, just taking it out would have a devastating effect.

This thing is truly a weapon of mass destruction.

While cleaning up the battlefield, Gune pondered silently.

Collecting equipment, storage rings, and bracelets, then burning the bodies—the whole process was smooth and fluid.

Just as Gune finished cleaning up and the flames on the bodies were still burning,

footsteps came from the stairwell.

It's the Pioneer Corps.

By observing their Source energy with Source Vision, he could distinguish them from the evil-faith transcendent members of the Human-Flower Church.

Friendly, I'm also a member of the Pioneer Corps.

Before the people below could come up, Gune spoke first to avoid conflict when they rushed up.

Hearing Gune's voice, the people below halted and took up defensive positions at the stairwell.

It wasn't unheard of for someone to disguise themselves as a Pioneer Corps member. They wouldn't trust Gune's identity just because he said he was one.

Moreover, he was at the location where the enemy had just been.

Who is it? A deep male voice sounded.

Gune Lawrence.

Never heard of him. The man's voice was cold.

I came with Veya. Have her come over.

After a few seconds of silence, the man's voice sounded again.

Wait a moment. Veya will be here soon. Don't move, or we'll attack.

No problem.