Night Journey

Chapter 58 Beasts of Chaotic City
Countless blood-red tentacles swept in, the boiling sword slashed horizontally, and the soul essence burned.

Cirian unleashed a ring of flames that enveloped his body, burning flesh and blood to ashes.

But when the ashes dissipate, flesh and blood remain.

Even though Ciri had tried his best, at most he could only stop the healing of the Corrupted Mountain, but could not kill it completely.

"This chaotic creature... is at least close to the Chaotic City level."

"Cillian muttered to himself."

Based on the strength of chaotic creatures, the civilized world has divided them into three levels: Chaotic City, Dangerous Domain, and Natural Disaster.

Chaotic city.

As its name suggests, the existence of this chaotic creature is enough to influence a city-state, and under certain circumstances, it can even destroy a city-state.

The decaying mountain before us is approaching the level of a chaotic city due to the terrifying corrosive power of the blood rain.

Fortunately, chaotic creatures often lack clear minds and act like wild beasts; otherwise, given our rank, we wouldn't be able to stand before them at all.

"Burning...pointing to..."

Suddenly, intermittent sounds came from the communicator.

The power of chaos affected communications, but Cillian still managed to decipher the meaning of those few words.

The signal flare could not penetrate the gray fog at the moment, but Cirion himself was a blazing torch.

"Let's take a gamble."

A look of madness appeared in Cillian's eyes.

The source energy surged, and the soul and marrow ignited.

Cirien spilled blood and brandished his flaming sword.

This was his desperate strike, but instead of slashing at the decaying mountain before him, it cleaved towards the boundless darkness above.

Fire shot into the sky.

Unfortunately, no matter how intense the flame was, it was just a fleeting spark in the thick gray fog.

But sometimes, a single spark is enough to set the entire wilderness ablaze.

“I…saw it.”

An aged voice came from the distant darkness, and guided by this faint light, a powerful energy reaction rose from the ground.

That was a power far exceeding the limits of Cirion's perception.

A faint light flickered in the darkness.

Then, beams of light descended like a meteor shower, calmly traversing the boundless darkness.

The beams of light struck the decaying mountain's body precisely, erasing the flesh and blood they touched, leaving only bloody holes filled with fleshy growths.

A mournful wail echoed, and within seconds, the already dilapidated body of the Rotten Mountain collapsed further, almost turning into a pile of rotten flesh.

But this is not the end.

A beam of light crashed down, completely engulfing the rotten flesh and blood on the ground, evaporating it along with the pervasive gray mist, leaving only a crater several meters in diameter.

Ciri swallowed hard, staring intently at the spot where the Corrupted Mountain had vanished.

The concentration of soul essence in his body rapidly increased, which Cirien used to confirm the death of the Corrupted Mountain.

As long as you participate in the battle, even if you don't ultimately kill the enemy, you can still gain power from the blessing.

Cillian turned to look in the direction from which the beam of light had come, and from within the thick fog, the sound of a cane striking the ground rang out.

The newcomer had a wrinkled, aged yet dignified face, his white hair tied back in a ponytail, and he wore a black robe that almost blended into the night. The buzzing sound of bees flapping their wings echoed around him.

As the old man drew closer, Cillian spotted the source of the buzzing sound.

They were several enormous mechanical hummingbirds, their translucent wings vibrating at a high frequency, surrounding the old man as a guard.

Demons emerged from the gray mist, but before Cirion could rush to their aid with his sword, the mechanical hummingbird flashed a beam of light, easily piercing through the demons.

Cillian paused for a moment, then belatedly realized that the beam of light that had just obliterated the Corrupted Mountain had come from these mechanical hummingbirds.

"A city guard officer?" The old man smiled as he looked Cillian up and down. "He's a completely unfamiliar face."

It's not wise to chat idly in the gray area of ​​the narrow space, but the old man's composed demeanor made it seem as if this were his living room.

He certainly had the ability to use this place as his living room, and with a calm and collected strike, he completely obliterated the Rotten Mountain.

Cillian breathed a sigh of relief and introduced himself, "I'm Cillian, and I just started working here recently."

"You're really dedicated, aren't you?" The old man looked around. "This hellish scene isn't something a first-level superhuman would dare to set foot in."

"That's my duty."

Cillian replied calmly.

"good very good."

The old man's eyes showed even more admiration, and he reached out his hand.

“Rolf, it’s a pleasure to meet a young man like you.” Cillian wiped the blood from his hands, stepped forward, and grasped a cold mechanical prosthetic hand.

"Ok?"

Cillian paused, looked up at Rolf, and noticed that his left eye was noticeably shrinking. It was a prosthetic eye.

"Some of them were necessary ceremonies when I was promoted, and some were injuries I sustained when I was young that I was too lazy to treat, so I simply replaced them with machines."

Rolf said calmly.

No further explanation was needed; Cillian immediately understood that Rolf came from the fate of the mechanical skeletons.

Dalin once joked that it was simple to judge the rank of a spirit craftsman: just look at the extent to which he modified his own machinery.

"The more powerful a spirit craftsman is, the less flesh and blood they have, and they are almost entirely cybernetic."

Cillian didn't know how much flesh and blood existed beneath that loose black robe, but from the fact that Rolf's source energy intensity exceeded his perception limit, he knew that Rolf was at least a third-rank spirit craftsman.

Rank three or above?
Rolf should be one of the top superhumans in Hel City, so it's reasonable for him to be here when the deadly wave is coming.

Cillian suggested, "The Corrupted Mountain has been dealt with; it's time for us to head back."

"The Mountain of Decay? No, that's not where I came from."

Rolf shook his head, glancing indifferently at the deep pit beside him, as if he had just dealt with not a chaotic creature that could threaten Hel City, but rather crushed an insect.

Cillian was puzzled. Then, an intense heat emanated from the Ouroboros Seal, as if red-hot coals were pressed against his palm.

A vast, chaotic power poured out from the darkness, its extremely high concentration even causing some distortion of the earth.

The soil turned grayish-white, losing all vitality, and seeped blood, pooling into a pool of blood that overflowed Cillian's feet.

It was only then that Ciri realized that although the Corrupted Mountain was terrifying, the group was fully capable of killing it, and there was no need for a powerful spirit craftsman like Rolf to intervene.

So there's only one reason why Rolf is here.

Something came, not from the darkness, but from the blood, from the ground... rising from the spirit world.

The enormous body slowly broke through the boundary between the pool of blood and the soil, each scale shimmering with a cold, eerie light.

Its head... if it could be called a head, was more like a constantly twisting and changing mass of darkness, and the ground trembled more violently.

Cillian saw the appearance of the chaotic creature clearly; it was a worm, a worm as huge as a tower.

"The Chaotic Creature, Devourer, has mouthparts strong enough to chew iron and stone, and even high walls will collapse. At the same time, its esophagus is directly connected to the spirit world, and everything it eats will be banished... In other words, it can eat endlessly."

Rolf introduced the suddenly appearing chaotic creature to Cillian, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Compared to the Rotten Mountain we just saw, this is the real beast that wreaks havoc on the city."

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, leaving only the deep howling sound, the rumbling of the ground, and the occasional faint, desperate cries for help from afar.

Cillian knew that this was no longer an existence he could contend with, and turned his gaze to Rolf.

Rolf said with a helpless expression.

"These beasts that wreak havoc on the city cannot be killed by me alone."

Cillian said calmly, "But you still came, all alone."

"That's right, so I don't need to kill it."

Rolf admired Cillian's composure; anyone else would probably have been terrified.

"What are you going to do?"

Even with the blessing of the Origin Energy, Cirien was struggling to keep up after these successive battles.

"It's simple, just stop it from happening."

Mechanical hummingbirds swarmed out, circling the Devourer and constantly releasing beams of light that sparked large patches of sparks on its scales.

"If a chaotic creature of the Chaos level successfully arrives in reality, it will bring a terrible disaster to the area it descends upon."

Therefore, under normal circumstances, we do not choose to confront it head-on, but rather repel it back into the spirit world before it arrives.

As Rolf narrated, a grotesque steel construct emerged from the darkness behind him.

It was a steel giant with only an upper body, its entire body covered in thick armor. Each piece of armor was meticulously forged, with sharp edges and a cold metallic luster. The gaps between the armor plates were interwoven with dense, intricate cables, like surging blood vessels.

Most striking is the blazing power furnace on the giant's chest.

It emitted a pure white and holy glow of source energy, which flowed through intricate cables to every corner of the giant, even cleverly connecting its missing lower body—although the lower body no longer existed, the source energy constructed an invisible energy field in an unimaginable way, supporting this heavy creation to float in mid-air and move slowly.

"This is the Edge-type Dominator Armor."

As Rolf introduced himself, he released his Origin Energy, silently proclaiming his rank with overwhelming power.

The fate of mechanical remains.

Tier 4: Yonggang Pioneer.

The source energy light dominating the chest of the armor surged, the missile pods on the shoulders opened, and the beam cannons on both arms charged.

Full fire!
(End of this chapter)