Lord of Prayer - Chapter 149 117: Miracle
At the call of the death curse, the source of the corruption erupted violently.
Within the torrential flood of Curses, forged from eternal despair, emerged blurred and twisted faces. They cried, screamed, and writhed as a viscous darkness surged, transforming into a boiling ocean that furiously devoured everything.
So much pain, so much calamity, so much despair. It was like the deepest Nightmare crashing down, suffocating and overwhelming.
Shrouded in the dark sludge, Zhou Chen felt the warmth being slowly leeched from his body. The pale flames burning around him flickered like a candle in the wind, and a chaotic roar echoed in his ears.
It was the shrieks and wails of countless people, their miserable cries overlapping to become steel needles that bored into his ears and pierced his brain.
“Save us… save us…”
“Is anyone coming to save us…?”
“It’s so dark… It’s so scary in here…”
“Oh, God… redeem me…”
Frenzied shrieks echoed through the ocean of darkness. Limbs reached out from the calamitous black sludge, ignoring the searing flames. Like drowning men grasping for straws, they latched onto Zhou Chen, refusing to let go. They gradually smothered the flames protecting him, their grip unbreakable no matter how he struggled.
Countless hands pulled and dragged at him, pleading for release and redemption, while simultaneously dragging him down into a bottomless Hell.
“Hahahahaha…” The Old Witch stood amidst the torrential flood of Curses, laughing wildly. Her voice was as hoarse as a broken, leaking bellows.
“The great power of fate cannot be defied! Today, death is the end!”
“It matters not if I am Cassandra or Destined Death. From this day forward, I will have only one name—”
The Old Witch shot Zhou Chen a mocking smile. “—Erin Elizabeth!”
She would take possession of that young body, finally shedding this ugly, withered, and detestable form to become a young maiden adored by all. At the same time, she would gain a creation of Authority, allowing her to peer into the supreme Realm that Cassandra could never have hoped to enter!
In the Darkness, the light of the Holy Emblem was completely extinguished. Dozens of seconds earlier, Erin’s heart had stopped beating, her life fading away in silence. Under the Old Witch’s control, the Cursed Undead had not Assimilated or corroded Erin’s body, for it was to be her perfect new vessel.
Zhou Chen gasped for breath, his body feeling as if it were sinking into a swamp, covered in thick sludge. Immense despair and pain descended upon his tiny frame, ravaging his Soul and crushing his will,
yet still he struggled. He fought just to take a single step forward.
“Erin is already dead. Even if you kill me, she won’t come back to life. Give up the struggle. At least then you can have a quick death.”
The Old Witch walked up to Zhou Chen and sneered, “You’ve already failed. What’s the point in persisting?”
Suddenly, with the sound of tearing flesh, Zhou Chen roared along with the fierce piano melody. He ripped one arm free from the grasp of the Undead, blood arcing through the air, and smashed his fist into the Old Witch’s already twisted and hideous face.
BANG!
A shockwave exploded outward. The Old Witch shrieked and staggered back, her right cheek caved in to form a clear fist print. A web of fine cracks spread from the impact, oozing black Curse Essence.
“That’s the fucking point!”
Zhou Chen’s eyes burned like fire as he glared at the twisted face and roared. The searing pale flames erupted anew. He struggled with all his might to tear himself free from the Undead’s grasp, the price being great chunks of his flesh ripping away—a ghastly sight of freely flowing blood.
He staggered forward and threw an uppercut without a moment’s hesitation!
With a boom like muffled thunder, the pale flames exploded. The Old Witch’s jaw cracked in several places. Zhou Chen then grabbed her sparse hair, yanked her head down, and slammed his knee into her face.
CRACK!
The impact sounded like steel striking steel. The Old Witch howled in agony like a wild beast, but before she could retaliate, Zhou Chen landed a vicious kick with a dull thud.
Grisly cracks spiderwebbed across the Old Witch’s body as she was sent flying.
As for Zhou Chen, he was covered in his own blood. Great patches of muscle were exposed, and his fists and knees were a gory ruin of mangled flesh and shattered bone.
‘She’s too tough. I can’t break through.’
‘If I have to kill this incarnation of Destined Death with my bare hands, it’ll probably take me a whole day and night.’
‘Thankfully, I don’t have to.’
At that very moment, the magnificent piano music didn’t pause or fade. Instead, as Zhou Chen’s iron will soared, the music grew ever more powerful and impassioned!
It was like the sound of a majestic war horn, soul-shaking in its intensity.
A fervent, solemn melody burst from the fingertips of the King of Music, spreading throughout the world. The heroic tune became a Warrior raising the banner of rebellion, roaring at death and shaking a defiant Iron Fist at fate itself.
“I hear it…”
Zhou Chen murmured from within the sea of Darkness, fighting his way forward against the pull of innumerable hands of sludge and the wails of the endless Undead.
‘I hear you! I hear your wishes!’
‘So—’
‘—I will fulfill your long-held wish!’
Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he pushed through layers of Curses and calamities to arrive before the altar.
“You dare!”
The Old Witch shrieked hysterically from afar. At her command, the viscous torrent of Darkness surged forward, instantly submerging Zhou Chen.
In that instant, a pure white light ignited within the Darkness. Amidst the blaze of the Soul-Burning Flame, Zhou Chen thrust his hand into the very wellspring gushing with calamity and Curses.
He clenched his fist around the searing heat within.
The next moment, an infinite, blazing light erupted from Zhou Chen’s hand, tearing the dense Cursed Black Sea to shreds and setting both his body and Soul ablaze.
