It's here!
The big boss is finally making his appearance.
Lex couldn't help but feel a little nervous; he cautiously retreated slightly, both highlighting Bishop Miller's status and ensuring he wouldn't be the first to face whatever attacked from the coffin.
Bishop Miller narrowed his eyes and asked, "What did you see?"
Lex was stunned for a moment before answering, "A hand, a woman's hand."
However, the Captain of the Punishers with thick lips said, "What I saw was an evil, slimy tentacle."
Hana thought she had misheard and looked at both of them: "No way, why did I see a man's hand, and it looked very much like Jolick's hand?"
Bishop Miller let out a long breath: "What I saw was something with black bristles, like a spider's leg. It seems that thing is still affecting our spiritual bodies, our mental bodies."
"In that case, it's very likely to appear in a form that can confuse us. So..."
Bishop Miller immediately made a decision: "Don't probe. Later, use your most powerful and destructive methods. We'll attack together and strive to eliminate this evil thing as quickly as possible!"
As expected of the Sailor pathway, even a Bishop is so temperamental and crude, but I like it... Lex immediately activated his spirituality, raised his right hand, extended his index finger, raised his thumb, and closed his other fingers, like a pistol.
He gripped his right wrist with his left hand, and immediately, the surrounding air became scorching hot, with the temperature rising sharply.
Bishop Miller glanced at him.
Such scorching spirit, is he really a 'Pyromaniac'? He had created fireballs in the jungle before, so it should be correct.
Thump!
Another dull thud echoed from within the coffin. This time, the coffin lid pushed against the iron chains, making them 'creak' loudly. Finally, the uppermost chain snapped with a 'crack', followed by the successive breaking of the other chains. Eventually, the coffin lid flew off with a whoosh, soaring through the air towards everyone.
Bishop Miller suddenly stepped forward, letting out a loud shout. His dark blue priest's robe billowed, and a storm-like torrent of fierce air erupted from his body, slamming into the flying coffin lid, sending it flying and tossing it far into a corner of the hall.
Looking at the high platform, at the golden coffin, Lex saw a writhing mass of black liquid, exuding an aura of corruption and evil. From within the pitch-black liquid, a pale arm stretched out, followed by a plump, straight long leg, as if a woman was about to emerge from beneath the writhing black liquid.
"I understand..."
Bishop Miller exclaimed, "The 'corpse' that was once divided into three parts has now reassembled. Don't hesitate, attack with all your might! While it hasn't fully awakened, kill it now!"
Lex's spirituality immediately ignited, and orange-red flames burst from every part of his body, then swirled and condensed, forming a giant fireball in front of Lex's fingertips.
This fireball then layered and contracted inwards, eventually condensing into a fist-sized sphere, dark red on the outside and scorching white at its core.
This was pure plasma!
Lex aimed at the coffin and mentally pulled the trigger. He felt the plasma boiling, felt a violent force erupting. His arm was violently flung up, and even though he held it tightly with his left hand, it still uncontrollably rose above his head.
The immense recoil lifted Lex off his feet. Then he saw an arm-thick beam of light shoot out from the plasma sphere he had created. This red-on-the-outside, white-on-the-inside beam instantly traversed the hall, swept across the high platform, and plunged into the coffin.
At this moment, Bishop Miller was releasing his spirituality, and Roldor had just turned the knob of the sealed artifact to the '3' mark.
The hall was silent at first.
Then, an indescribable shriek echoed from the coffin. It sounded like a woman and two men roaring simultaneously, a roar filled with pain and anger.
Subsequently, Lex saw the black liquid in the coffin suddenly gush and scatter, revealing a woman with long, black, disheveled hair inside the coffin. Her skin was pale, and she wore the attire of the Ancient Bayam Empire. On her left arm, she wore a golden armlet with a white feather inserted into it.
Her eyes were pitch black around the edges, and astonishingly, she had three pupils in each eye!
At this moment.
The plasma beam pierced her left chest, broke through the coffin, and plunged into the other end of the hall.
After about one or two seconds, the color of the beam rapidly changed, from dark red to deep red, then to crimson, and finally, orange-red flames, like beasts unleashed, roared and surged, quickly engulfing every inch of space!
The plasma beam exploded in sections, then transformed into brilliant, dazzling fire clouds. The fire clouds rapidly expanded and spread, filling every corner of the hall. In these spreading flames, whether it was statues cast from gold, or vessels, or swords... everything was first flung away by the impact of the explosion, then changed shape, and finally, their surfaces rapidly melted, turning into golden liquid.
The mountain-high pile of gold sand was scattered everywhere, drawn into thin, broken golden threads in the flames.
On the golden high platform, the entire coffin flew up and crashed heavily onto the ground below the high platform.
The woman inside lay prostrate on the ground, clinging tightly to the floor with her hands and feet, enduring the impact of the flames, yet she was not thrown away.
In just an instant, her long hair was scorched, her beautiful face became distorted and ugly, her pale skin turned into charcoal, and her clothes became ashes in the flames.
She let out a cry of pain, but the next moment she couldn't cry out, because her mouth, her throat, her internal organs had already been scorched!
But the most severe damage was to her chest, which had been pierced by the plasma beam. The flesh, bones, and internal organs in that area had simply vanished, and the surrounding tissues were charring and disintegrating at an extremely rapid rate.
Yet, even so, she was not dead, exhibiting astonishing vitality. Furthermore, in the flames, the scorched parts began to crack open, and new tissues were forming beneath the charred skin.
The hall seemed to have been subjected to a round of coastal artillery bombardment; the golden high platform was deformed and collapsed, the surrounding pillars broke and toppled, and the ground and walls were scraped off layer after layer, forming layered scorch marks like ocean waves under the impact of the flames.
Miller secretly clicked his tongue, is this the power a 'Pyromaniac' should possess? Why aren't the 'Pyromaniacs' I know this powerful? Could those guys have hidden their strength?
Seeing the hall turn into a sea of fire and the monster on the collapsed high platform still struggling, Miller suddenly raised his arms and made a hugging gesture.
Immediately, a wind began to stir near the monster.