Night Journey

Chapter 57 Blood Rain

The city guards had all heard rumors about Cillian. He was young but dared to cross the wilderness alone, and he even had the energy to bring a dog with him. What's more, he could chat with the dog about anything and everything.

The staff also learned that in his personal life, Cillian was an extremely boring person. He would go to work when he had a job, attend parties when he had a party, and wander around Hel City when he was on vacation.

He rarely took the initiative to do anything; all his actions were passive. Over time, the staff lost interest in Cirion.

Cillian is a slightly neurotic, boring eccentric.

This was the general impression that the staff had of Cillian over this period of time, but tonight, that impression will be shattered and plummet to the other extreme.

"Ha ha!"

With bloodthirsty, maniacal laughter, Cirion cleaved through the obstructing demons, galloping wildly along the side of the decaying mountain, wildly swinging his boiling sword and tearing a long, narrow wound that gushed forth foul blood.

I call this move "Fiery Passion!"

Cillian pressed the barrel into the wound and pulled the trigger. The Soul Essence Bullet exploded inside the Corrupted Mountain, the flames expanding wildly, and flames leaping from the gaps in the flesh.

Large swaths of corrosive, foul blood splattered onto Cillian's body, but before it could corrode his flesh, it was evaporated by the smoldering heat of his skin.

Dalin and the other staff arrived late, only to find that there was no torchbearer in need of rescue, but only a madman who was laughing wildly and dancing around the decaying mountain.

Good news: the staff can confirm that Cillian is not a boring person; he does have some specific hobbies.

The bad news is that Cillian's tastes have become somewhat twisted.

The successive wounds stirred the Rotten Mountain, its coiled limbs stretching out, sharp claws like a thicket of thorns, slashing down at Ciri.

A terrifying chaotic power mixed with foul blood gushed out from the body riddled with holes. In an instant, the surrounding gray mist grew even thicker, and even the soul fire on Cirion's blade flickered wildly.

Cillian dodged backward; his actions seemed mad, but he remained rational throughout.

"Focus fire on its wounds!"

Dalin, clearly not a stranger to these chaotic creatures, shouted commands.

Numerous metal warheads and various source energy attacks poured into the wound that Cillian had previously torn open, almost destroying most of the decaying mountain's flesh.

Yet, the decaying mountain, shrouded in billowing gray fog, began to heal its wounds at a visible speed thanks to the fusion of numerous demons.

Seeing this, Ciri whispered.

"It's troublesome."

Endless rain of blood poured down, mixing with thick gray fog, suppressing everyone.

"Is this the power of noble bloodlines?"

Anya, in the group, glanced at Ciri at the front. As a second-tier Molten Master, even with her extremely high chaos resistance, walking in this gray fog was like walking in a muddy swamp, and every step made her exhausted.

But Cillian seemed completely unaffected, acting swiftly and deadly.

It's hard to imagine that he was just a torchbearer embarking on his journey of guiding others.

Suddenly, a piercing scream came from the ranks.

A city sanitation worker was completely covered in blood, his uniform was burned through, his skin was corroded with dense holes, and even his flesh and bones dissolved into foul-smelling pus.

"save……"

He wanted to say something more, but the corrosion had already spread to his throat and lungs, until half of his body collapsed rapidly.

Hordes of demons attacked from the gray mist, and before anyone could help, their intertwined claws tore the staff member to pieces.

The first casualty occurred, like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's hearts.

Should we retreat?

Someone suggested.

While retreating could avoid casualties, if the decaying mountain approached the high wall and swept the blood rain into its depths, it would trigger an even more devastating disaster.

A barrage of artillery fire rained down from the sky, but it missed the decaying mountain and instead landed nearby.

Cillian didn't believe the spirit craftsmen would make such a mistake. Looking around, he realized that the billowing black mist had completely obscured the area.

The decaying mountain was shrouded in gray mist, and even the cannons on the high walls lost their targets.

"Don't think you can escape."

Cillian pulled the trigger upwards, and the signal flare slowly rose into the air.

This was a special signal flare issued by the City Guard Bureau. The moment it took off, the soul essence inside burned rapidly. The instantaneous light and heat evaporated the surrounding gray fog, briefly exposing the hidden Rotten Mountain to the high walls' view once again.

The craftsmen observed the location of the signal flare, adjusted its angle, and corrected its trajectory. Moments later, a sky full of fiery streaks swept in.

Heavy fireballs rose one after another, like gaping maws, wantonly tearing at the body of the decaying mountain, dismantling and ripping it apart, evaporating it into countless ashes.

The heatwave, mixed with the charred bone fragments, struck Ciri, sending waves of stinging pain through his body.

On the scorched earth, the decaying mountain was nowhere to be seen.

"Evacuate! Evacuate!"

The commander's voice came through the channel: the target has been cleared, and Cillian and the others no longer need to fight in the gray fog.

"Phew, it's finally over. Shall we grab a drink?"

"I want to go back and take a shower."

"Ha ha……"

Just as people's tense nerves relaxed slightly, suddenly, the embers on the earth were extinguished by the returning ash fog, and the decaying flesh and blood reunited, supporting the ugly and deformed body.

The decaying mountain, which should have been completely destroyed by the blazing fire, was miraculously rebuilt into a fragmented form through the fusion of countless demons.

Cillian shouted, "It's not dead yet!"

Some people had already realized what was happening and, disregarding their own safety, launched signal flares again. However, the flares were swallowed up by the billowing gray fog as soon as they took off, without revealing even a trace of light.

Faced with the darkness as still as stagnant water, everyone was stunned, and fear spread wildly through their hearts.

Ripples spread across the Sea of ​​Origin, waves passed through the Spirit Realm, crossed the Narrow Gray Zone, and arrived in reality.

They converge one after another, forming a wave crest powerful enough to destroy everything.

The wave crest is coming.

The deadly power of chaos engulfed everything, and the boundary between light and darkness continued to collapse towards the high wall, almost pressing down in front of it. If it advanced a little further, it would enter the city.

The people, plunged into darkness, could not see each other's positions, and were only accompanied by chill and demons. The spirit craftsmen also lost their targets, and the cannons were helplessly pointed at the vast darkness.

With his extremely high chaos resistance, Cillian successfully withstood the impact of the peak, only realizing it belatedly.

"I knew it! Even though it was burned to that extent, the concentration of soul essence didn't increase much."

When the Mountain of Decay was reduced to ashes, Ciri did not feel the joy of the Ouroboros Mark.

Clearly, he could then use this method to determine whether he had actually killed the enemy.

As for now.

Cirien drew his sword and charged forward, even as darkness enveloped him.

Once the Corrupted Mountain is restored, those who have fallen into darkness will only become lambs to the slaughter.

As for whether he could kill it alone, that was no longer something Cillian could consider.

He had no choice but to take action.

The Soul Essence Fire burned fiercely along the Boiling Sword, radiating light as much as possible.

If anyone catches a glimpse of the firelight and is willing to travel with Cillian, he will extend a warm invitation; if anyone is afraid of death and hides in the shadows, Cillian will not mind at all.

Cillian simply slaughtered all the demons that stood in his way until the firelight illuminated the outline of the mangled body.

The filthy blood gathered into a scarlet pool, with the decaying mountain located in the very center of the pool. Most of the body had disappeared, leaving only jagged, twisted bones and deformed flesh intertwined together.

The decaying mountain discovered Cirion's arrival, its festering remains moving clumsily, its hundreds and thousands of limbs flailing wildly.

"It's so hard to kill!"

Cillian cursed as he fired all his Soul Essence Bullets. The fire, barely started, was extinguished by the cold, gray mist.

He underestimated the threat posed by the incoming wave crest; the chaotic power within the entire Gray Zone had reached an extremely terrifying level.

The Soul Flame can only burn around Ciri's body; once it moves a certain distance away, it can be easily extinguished.

Suddenly, the Rotten Mountain let out a hoarse groan, and the foul-smelling blood gathered together, transforming into sharp blades that rained down on Cirion like a storm.

Ciri gritted his teeth and retaliated, his Boiling Sword flashing with a streak of fire.

Stepping through the corrosive blood, Ciri, like a shooting star, crashed into the twisted remains.

In an instant, his soul essence was completely ignited.

(End of this chapter)