LRAB 0053 Offering at the Skull Seat
0053 Offering at the Skull Seat
Skin aches, muscles tremble, blood gushes from ruptured veins, and forces that seem to belong to another world press down on Angron.
For some reason, Angron felt a sense of familiarity with this power, and some faint memories surfaced in his mind.
The biting wind in the mountains, the scorching heat of the fall, the pain of blood and bone... and those slender, beautiful but malicious dancers.
Those were some of the very few memories of Angron that didn't belong to this arena.
Those invisible blades that sliced through the air left their initial wounds on his body...
Then...then...Angron's memory became blurry, a blank space between his recollections. He only remembered a disgusting, sticky, and malicious scent.
That's why Angron hated the invisible power released by the conjoined witch, which awakened painful memories for him.
But he dared not take a step back or dodge, for he could sense the fear in the hearts of his brothers and sisters behind him.
Yochuka was trembling, Leon the spearman was struggling in pain, Kleist was frustrated by his powerlessness... and Zhou Yun.
Anglong couldn't understand Zhou Yun. He could sense that Zhou Yun was enduring immense pain at all times, but he never showed it outwardly. Instead, the way Zhou Yun looked at Anglong was filled with... a kind of sadness? A kind of pity? A kind of regret? A kind of anger?
But besides the pain, Angron could also feel hope in Zhou Yun, a cold hope.
He must have a way to resolve the current predicament.
If Angron ignores everything and focuses solely on the battle, he can indeed survive and kill the conjoined witch; he believes that the witch cannot truly harm him.
But Yochuca, Leon the Spearman, Kleist... none of them survived, and Angron knew that too.
In fact, if Zhou Yun hadn't used the same power as that witch, most of them would already be dead.
Anglong was incredibly grateful to Zhou Yun, his new brother.
Angron felt a chill run down his spine.
Zhou Yun stood up from the red sand, his eyes flashing with psionic fire, and gently exhaled.
He has crossed boundaries, establishing a passage between this body and the warp, allowing the vast psionic energy beneath the gladiatorial arena's curtain to flow into his body.
Of course, his psionic talent was ultimately only level 10 (H), which was vastly different from the level 13 (Δ) conjoined witch on the other side.
But today, Zhou Yun is going to show this strong, untrained mongrel what psionic skills are all about.
Zhou Yun used the Bright Feather School's Warp Speed to enhance himself, taking a step out from behind Angron, his eyes meeting those of the conjoined witches.
Before the conjoined witches' powerful spiritual energy could overwhelm him, Zhou Yun had already activated a telepathic spiritual energy spell.
Heart-to-Heart Connection. Thriller Technique.
This telepathic spell is similar to the fear spell Zhou Yun once used, but unlike the fear spell which awakens the target's fear, the horror spell applies the fear from the caster's memory into the target's mind.
Zhou Yun searched his mind for the most terrifying moment, his memory being pulled back to the time when he had just transmigrated, when he was a hunter traversing the dense forests of Caliban.
Caliban, that dark and primeval jungle, where giant trees that have grown rampant since the dawn of humanity have taken over every inch of land, towering, heavy trunks jostle against each other, twisted branches supporting leaves larger than a human head that engulf the sky, and intertwined roots weaving a labyrinth unseen by humankind underground.
There, even the faintest light was absent, leaving only suffocating shadows sweeping across the moss-covered boulders.
There, Zhou Yun often felt the gazes of the darkness, from wild beasts, from giant beasts, from the trees themselves, and from some darker and more terrifying things.
Zhou Yun chose one of those gazes, the one that terrified him the most. He had never found the source of that gaze; he only felt its icy chill, its constant scrutiny of his back ever since he stepped into the forest. It was the gaze of a hunter, the gaze of a beast, a gaze deeper than any of the giants of Caliban...
Now, that gaze, separated by Zhou Yun's memories and mediated by Zhou Yun's eyes, is directed at the conjoined witches.
The conjoined witches saw it; they saw the lion in the dark forest...
The psionic energy ceased its roar, and the moment the conjoined witch saw that gaze, she felt every muscle in her body go cold, making it impossible for her to move an inch. Her remaining skin trembled slightly in fear, and even her madness was suppressed by this fear.
Angron moved, seizing the fleeting opportunity, and traversed the entire arena in just a few breaths.
He raised his battle axe, now a twisted junk, high and smashed it down on the conjoined witch in front of him.
The witch was so thin, barely clothed, and her face was haggard. Anglon also noticed... on her back, where the two women were joined, there were stitches.
She wasn't born conjoined twins; she was forcibly sewn together by a high-level rider.
Angron sensed her pain and sorrow. She did not want to fight them here. She did not know Angron, nor any of them, and she did not hate them.
But the high-ranking rider somehow modified her, making her unable to control her power and unable to stop killing and crushing others.
+Please————+
The voice echoed in Angron's mind.
No, not only Anglong, but Zhou Yun also heard the sound.
The conjoined woman is pleading, begging them to kill her and end her suffering.
The yellow light on the collar around her neck went off again.
Psychic energy surged out uncontrollably, forming a barrier around the conjoined women, clearly indicating that the high-level rider did not want the game to end so quickly.
Angron let out an angry war cry, and his twisted battle axe fell, shattering the barrier in his fury.
But in that brief moment, the conjoined witch broke free from the influence of Zhou Yun's terror spell. Madness once again overwhelmed her thoughts; she opened her mouth to scream, to unleash her psychic power—
Her two heads flew into the sky.
Falcon School. Psionic Blade.
An invisible blade shot from Zhou Yun's fingertips, severing the collar that enslaved the witch, cutting off the spine connecting the two heads, and ending the witch's suffering.
Anglong lowered her head, looking at the collar that was still buzzing with electricity after being severed by Zhou Yun, and at the two heads that had fallen on the red sand. At the last moment, the two of them showed a relieved smile.
Liberation...
Liberation—Zhou Yun raised his head and looked up at the sky. The souls of the two witches were tattered and broken, like pieces of paper on an altar that had been scorched by fire. They were drifting and being sucked into the subspace. The bloodthirsty demons opened their gluttonous maws. They would enjoy their offerings at this moment.
"What do you want to do?"
Did I give you permission to eat it?