Chapter 70

Valentine also saw the woman in the gray-white dress, who opened her arms with a hateful look and a stern expression, as if to embrace the sun.

A pillar of light, incomparably clear and brilliant, descended from the sky and landed on the target holding the giant scissors.

The surroundings were instantly illuminated, and the transparent faces on the walls and glass vanished without even a chance to scream.

The woman's body, which had already caught fire and was evaporating, suddenly disappeared.

This scene was familiar to Lumian. When he hunted the mouthpiece monster, the enemy had a similar reaction.

Invisibility!

Of course, the woman might not have become invisible, but she was definitely not dead. Therefore, Lumian was not at all pleased and moved closer to the much taller Rien.

Rien, clad in silver-white full-body armor and wielding a giant sword of light, was the most trustworthy of the few people present.

He looked especially capable and skilled in combat!

At this moment, one of the pale, greenish faces on the wall near the tower entrance, behind Lya, suddenly emerged and transformed into the woman in the gray-white dress.

She held a giant pair of scissors and directly clamped them around Lya's neck.

Snap!

Lya's head fell off, but no blood spurted out. Her body and head quickly shrank and thinned, turning into a broken paper doll that floated to the ground.

Her figure in the gray-white dress reappeared in the air not far away.

Clang! Rien, whose face was covered by a silver-white helmet, raised his "Dawn Sword" and took a step to where Lya had been standing, slashing diagonally at the woman.

The woman raised her scissors to block, but she and her weapon were forcefully driven into the wall.

Her figure disappeared again.

Behind Valentine, wearing a blue tweed coat, a swollen, greenish face instantly transformed into the woman.

She leaned out and aimed the scissors at Valentine's neck.

"Be careful!" As soon as the woman appeared, Lya shouted a warning to her companion.

Valentine immediately grunted and slightly closed his already extended arms.

Golden, ethereal flames instantly leaped from the air around him, forming a sea that emitted a sun-like aura, enveloping the corridor.

The woman was included in this, her face showing pain as her body burned intensely.

She retreated back into the wall, reverting to the swollen, greenish face.

This transparent face instantly dissolved into wisps of black smoke and evaporated.

Clang!

Rien's "Dawn Sword" struck this spot again, making the entire castle tremble.

But he was still a step too late and failed to stop the woman.

Lumian roughly understood the current situation: the woman who had delivered Louis Lund was linked to the transparent children's faces on the walls and glass. She could transform one of them into herself and then revert to a ghostly state to avoid attacks and transfer damage.

This meant she could attack from any wall or glass on the third floor of the castle, and Rien and the others' counterattacks couldn't truly harm her.

With this judgment, Lumian immediately moved away from the windows and walls, walking to the center of the sunroom.

At this moment, ghostly faces also appeared on the floor and ceiling.

The woman instantly emerged from behind Lumian, her scissors quickly reaching for his thigh.

Lumian felt a strong sense of danger.

Without confirming where the attack would come from, he jumped into the air, diving to the side.

Rip! He was still a bit slow, and a deep cut appeared on the side of his thigh, blood gushing out instantly.

The drops of blood, as soon as they hit the ground, coalesced into a thin, blood-colored figure at the woman's command.

This blood-colored figure immediately lunged at Lumian, who was still bleeding heavily, and pounced on him.

Each drop of blood that Lumian lost became nourishment for the figure, making it more distinct.

At the same time, Lumian not only felt intense pain but also a sense of his blood being out of control.

Almost instantly, Rien leaped over.

In mid-air, he raised his giant sword of light and struck the blood-colored figure, pinning it to the ground and shattering it along with the surrounding transparent faces.

Lya, who had somehow moved to Lumian's side, extended her right hand and pressed it on his thigh wound.

Lumian was surprised to find that his wound magically moved with her right hand, traveling down to the less vascular side of his calf.

The flow of blood immediately decreased.

The woman suddenly leaned out from the ceiling, her brown eyes becoming very deep, as if a fierce life was burning within them.

The blood dripping from Lumian's calf was instantly ignited, rising in a bright, sun-like flame that quickly spread into his wound and into his veins.

At this moment, Lumian felt his life rapidly draining away.

Puff! Rien plunged the giant sword of light, formed from condensed light, into the ground.

Around him, in the area where Lumian and Lya were, a faint dawn-like light appeared, filling all the space.

In this dawn light, the remaining blood-colored figure quickly dissolved, and the bright, beautiful flames on Lumian's calf rapidly extinguished.

The brief burning had sealed his wound, stopping the bleeding.

Rien pulled out his giant sword and shouted in a deep voice:

"The environment here is wrong; we must leave!"

He meant that the woman was not as powerful as she appeared, almost impossible to kill or lock onto, and the special environment of the third floor of the castle was giving her a significant boost.

Without waiting for a response from his companions, Rien began chasing the woman.

Although he was always a step behind the enemy, who could jump using the transparent faces, he did not hesitate to use vertical slashes, diagonal cuts, and thrusts, forcing the woman to move each time she emerged, making her attacks brief.

With the holy light summoned by Valentine and the golden flames he created, the two of them temporarily suppressed the woman, preventing Lya and Lumian from being attacked.

Seizing this opportunity, Lya jumped onto the armchair and ran back and forth on the surrounding sofas, tables, armchairs, and decorations—avoiding the ground.

During this process, the silver bells on her veil and boots continuously rang, sometimes intensely, sometimes violently.

Lumian, who had learned from previous experience, judged that she was testing which route could lead to an escape.

Soon, Lya stopped her acrobatic running:

"To the tower, go to the tower!"

As soon as she spoke, the woman leaned out from the ceiling, shouting fiercely:

"You damned ones!"

She spoke each word distinctly, each one resonating in Lumian and the others' minds, making their hearts race, their heads spin, and causing extreme nausea.

Valentine, despite his discomfort, opened his arms again.

A bright, pure light directly engulfed that part of the ceiling.

"Go!" Rien gave the order.

Lumian immediately jumped off the table, enduring the discomfort in his calf, and stepped on the transparent faces, leading the way to the tower, with Lya and Valentine following closely behind. Only Rien, clad in silver-white full-body armor, did not rush to escape, holding the "Dawn Sword" and driving the woman back, preventing her from blocking his companions' escape.

Once Lya and the others entered the stairs leading to the tower, he turned and leaped after them.

The woman emerged from the side wall, one of the transparent faces, and let out a sharp scream.

With this sharp scream, a layer of black, evil flames ignited on the surface of Rien's silver-white full-body armor.

Rien immediately felt his strength rapidly draining away.

Without hesitation, he dispelled the "Dawn Armor."

Dawn-like light and black flames scattered in all directions, disappearing into the air.

Rien, holding the giant sword of light, took the opportunity to jump, completely leaving the third floor of the castle and entering the stairs.

At this moment, knowing his strength was far inferior and unable to utilize the environment, Lumian ran second, with Lya, whose silver bells gently rang, in front.

As they ran, Lya suddenly stopped.

Lumian quickly stopped, hearing a chirping sound.

He then looked ahead, and his entire body froze.

The tower was not large, even narrow, with stairs leading to different shooting ports.

The walls were densely covered with children.

They wore different clothes, some seemingly newborn, others around three or four years old, all with bird-like claws, extremely sharp at the tips.

Using their "bird claws," these children perched on the walls like birds in the forest, occupying most of the space.

The normal human faces and bodies, the evil and sharp "bird claws," the over a hundred in number, and their abnormal resting positions made Lumian's scalp tingle, giving him the same feeling of mental, visual, and spiritual pollution he experienced when Louis Lund gave birth.

Some of the "children" had not yet noticed the intruders, and a few were happily chatting about different topics:

"The sky outside is so blue."

"I want to go out."

"No."

"Mom said we must be able to retract our claws and look like normal humans to go out..."

At this moment, Rien caught up to the three, shouting urgently:

"Stay back!"

He then turned, holding the "Dawn Sword," blocking the entrance to the tower.

Lya and Valentine did not ask why, both running madly to find stairs and obstacles to shield themselves. Lumian, though he did not understand, his survival instinct told him to follow.

"Get down here!"

The woman's voice was sharp and piercing.

Each word drilled into Lumian and the others' ears, making them all feel weak.

Then, the woman in the gray-white dress appeared at the corner of the stairs, and the entire tower was filled with the aura of life, with no transparent greenish faces appearing.

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