Lord of Prayer - Chapter 147 116: Intense
When an ethereal, intangible Curse is given form, it can be killed.
To kill the Curse is to break the Curse.
However, upon hearing Zhou Chen’s words, the Witch couldn’t help but cackle. Her voice was strange as she mocked, “You’re nothing more than an insect I could crush in the palm of my hand. What makes you think you can kill me?”
She hadn’t seen someone so blatantly overconfident in many, many years.
Zhou Chen didn’t answer. He simply listened intently to the solemn melody swirling around him. The King of Music’s accompaniment was far more than just background music; more importantly, it provided an incredibly powerful blessing during combat.
He could feel blood as hot as magma surging through his veins. His Essence was boiling, his Soul was roaring. An unprecedented Power, bolstered by the music, poured into his body, climbing higher and higher, like a volcano, dormant for tens of millions of years, finally awakening and about to erupt.
The Witch was momentarily stunned, but her expression quickly turned to disdain. A twisted Magic Wand materialized in her hand, topped with a skull burning with an eerie green fire. With a casual wave, hordes of screaming phantoms and Undead flew at Zhou Chen—a Curse Technique that targeted the Soul.
VRRR!
The cold saw blade roared to life, erupting in Cyan Flame. It slashed down at the phantoms with unstoppable force. Wherever it passed, all the calamitous Spirit Bodies were shredded by its rotating teeth, vaporized in the rising fire, and annihilated by the wind from the swinging chainsaw.
They were like fragile soap bubbles, bursting at the slightest touch.
Through the haze of spiritual smoke, Zhou Chen quickly drew a pistol with his other hand. He fired at the Old Witch’s shadow on the ground. By now, the Old Witch had entered the range of the Holy Emblem. Under its Purification Power, her body sizzled, but it didn’t seem to cause her any serious harm.
PING!
The Black Witch swung her Magic Wand, parrying back and forth. Sparks flew as she blocked every single bullet.
“So slow,” she sneered.
A sickly green toxic fog billowed from the skull atop her Magic Wand, hissing and evaporating as it touched the light of the Holy Emblem. The Black Witch waved her wand again. A black hurricane, filled with wretched screams, erupted forth, blowing the corrosive fog toward Zhou Chen.
Zhou Chen tossed out an Alchemy Bomb. Pale flames, compressed by Alchemy, burst forth with a ROAR. A suffocating shockwave rolled outward, scattering and igniting the corrosive fog. Bullets flew through the sea of fire. Despite the Black Witch’s parries, two rounds struck her shadow, delivering the searing Soul-Burning Flame.
“Dull.” The Old Witch glanced at the bullet holes on her body. Black smoke billowed as the wounds sealed shut. The burning Spiritual Flame was instantly extinguished by her immense Curse Power.
She raised her Walking Stick, holding it like a Longbow, and drew an unseen bowstring. Layers of black, cursed smoke swirled, condensing into the shape of an arrow. It contained a malevolent essence, extracted from countless calamitous Curse Techniques.
With an ancient, grotesque cackle, the Cursed Arrow shot through the air.
Zhou Chen swung forward to meet it. The impact felt like striking a speeding freight train. A terrifying force surged through him, sending his feet scraping backward across the ground.
Shards of the Curse Essence flew everywhere. The burning saw teeth spun at their limit, locked in a stalemate. Zhou Chen roared, putting all his strength into it. The saw blade slammed down, shattering the Cursed Arrow. The malevolent Curse that dispersed from it was nullified by his Cyan Flame and Alchemy Necklace, leaving him unharmed.
The Old Witch drew her phantom bowstring again, but in the next second, Zhou Chen vanished. Only a pure gold emblem was left behind, falling onto Erin’s body.
VRRR!
A roar erupted from behind her. Before the Old Witch could turn, the rampaging chainsaw pierced through her body. With an upward flick, it split her torso and head in two.
The Old Witch did not die. Her body twisted around, swinging the Cursed Staff backward, but Zhou Chen was already gone. A shadow formed by Hidden Dragon emerged from another side.
As the music grew more passionate and intense, amid the soul-shaking melody, the saw blade shrieked. The pale light of its Cyan Flame condensed into a line, flashing again and again like a tempest, cutting her into two pieces, then four, then eight…
In a near-frenzied flurry of strikes, the Old Witch’s body was completely dismembered. The pieces scattered across the ground, yet she still wasn’t dead. She was only laughing, a sound like a murder of crows screeching across the mountainside.
Zhou Chen ignited his Soul-Burning Flame and whipped up a batch of Aluminum Thermite, tossing it onto the pieces. But even in the extreme heat of the fire, the Old Witch’s body began to reform. She rose from the flames and looked at Zhou Chen, her face a mask of mockery.
“‘Just as you said, I am not Cassandra. I am Destined Death.'”
The Old Witch staggered out of the fire, giving him a grotesque grin that revealed a mouthful of rotten, yellow teeth. “Therefore, I am the embodiment of fate itself. I cannot be killed!”
Zhou Chen retreated in silence. This Old Witch was the manifestation of Destined Death. In a way, she truly was the personification of Death’s Destiny.
“‘To kill me is to kill the Curse, but it is also to kill fate itself.
What power do you possess to kill fate?
What right do you have to kill fate?'”
The hideous Black Witch laughed derisively, mocking the ant for overreaching. “Give up the struggle! All of this is preordained—it is the arrangement of fate! An ant like you can only be crushed to dust by the magnificent power of destiny!”
Her answer was the savage slash of a saw blade and an even more violent, surging assault.
