NABC Chapter 791
Chapter 791
Chapter 791: Chapter 172: The Human Warrior Breaking Out Chapter 791: Chapter 172: The Human Warrior Breaking Out Yaspavand Pankault.
An aged giant who had become extremely decrepid, the biological brother of the Shadowy Celestial Marshal and the “Eternal Vanguard” Candle Master Apostle Castening Pankault.
All of his generation of giants had long since died out, even those a generation younger than him had perished.
Yet he was still alive.
Yaspavand was a member of the Giant Royal Family, a true pure-blooded giant with bear fur!
Although he was known as the “Giant Chieftain,” and indeed once a member of the royal family, he was never the Giant King—the title “Giant Chieftain” was self-bestowed.
He could be considered an uncle of some generations of Giant Kings, thus an ancestor of the current generation of Giant Kings.
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The former Castening was also a member of the royal family—he abandoned the surname of the Giant Royal Family and changed his name to Castening Pankault.
Yaspavand’s wife also had been Castening’s wife.
And from her, he inherited the surname “Pankault” and the Holy Temple.
—This place was Pankault Sanctuary, the former Candle Temple!
Facing the furiously enraged Yaspavand was a handsome, resolute human warrior wielding a Holy Lance.
Between the two of them was the recently shattered, continuously cracking Magic Cauldron.
Countless splashing broth spilled everywhere like a tsunami.
But as it fell to the ground, it hissed and evaporated on its own.
The red garnets set into the cauldron were fracturing one after another, and countless white souls were released from the stones, mixing with the steaming white Steam.
That human warrior evidently saw the arrival of Aiwass and the Night Fiend.
He didn’t sigh with relief; instead, he grew solemn, gripping the Holy Lance Lengominiad in his hand and warily watching the Night Fiend.
Then, his Holy Lance burned with an intense flame, erupting with an exceptionally divine and brilliant rainbow light—
It was even more splendid than when Aiwass had activated it before.
Countless black Sin Thorns spread from the hilt of the Holy Lance, twisted in the air, bent back, and plunged into the back of the human warrior.
It looked as if two wings made of Sin Thorns had formed.
With blood’s infusion, the insides of those black Sin Thorns turned red.@@@@
They shone with a red light, casting a striking contrast against their original black shell.
Surges of Pure White flames roared into existence—spreading from the Holy Lance to the entire body of the human warrior, enveloping him in a dense fiery form.
Waves of intense heat surged like tides, and Aiwass suddenly felt a pain in his eyes, letting out a deep cry, “Ah...”
Under that resonance of Strength, Aiwass’s vision suddenly became a Blur—
At that moment, the Night Fiend suddenly launched an attack on Yaspavand.
For Vinesse, too, this was a humiliating memory.
It was the first formidable opponent she faced after deciding to lend all her Strength to Aiwass.
However, back then Aiwass couldn’t fully contain her shadow Strength, so she could only evade in embarrassment and flee for her life.
But now...
“—The tables have turned, Yaspavand!”
The Night Fiend let out an increasingly sharp cry, mixed with a metallic sound.
In an instant, black fog spread from her body, filling the air saturated with white mist, polluting it.
When Yaspavand was swallowed by the black fog, red glowing patterns emerged on his body.
That was Night Fiend’s Curse!
He immediately realized something and turned his head to glare at the Night Fiend.
—Petrifying gaze!
His raised arms were also gradually petrifying.
Two dull yellow beams ripped through the atmosphere and came barreling down!
The vast recoil made the ground rumble incessantly, as if an overloaded dump truck were passing by, causing the ground to quake mildly.
Had his arms not finished petrifying, just the impact of the light beams would have been enough to break his own limbs.
That was the “Crushing Light Beam,” a power merged from the Path of Dusk and the Path of Strength!
The Night Fiend merely used her wings to shield herself, and the black shield she had conjured in front of her easily blocked the blow.
As long as its medium remained light, it would still be effortlessly swallowed by the night.
—And on the other side, “Aiwass” was instantly shattered by the light beam!
His body broke apart like a shattered mirror.
The remaining stream of light hit the ceiling, puncturing it instantly!
Above that Holy Temple, the stone ceiling, built entirely of stone, trembled as though made of fragile tofu, and then disintegrated into countless tiny stones, crumbling like rain.
Above the sky, there was no sign of the noonday sun.
Only a dim, blood-red sky.
The deluge of blood rain poured down, and his body, half turned to stone, could not avoid it and had to endure being flayed alive.
—Intense pain.
Yaspavand’s brain was instantly covered in agony.
At that moment, the “Aiwass” who had just been shattered turned into a wisp of black smoke, spiraling in the air for a long time.
Then, it transformed into a crimson black smoke—condensing into a sharp spear, descending fiercely!
It turned into the Cursed Spear, plunging into Yaspavand’s shattered chest where his heart had been!
Patterns like blood vessels or spider webs spread from where his chest had split.
Along with the new curse spreading within, the scorching pain continued to rise.
...And the Elf?!
Yaspavand thought he could at least take two enemies with him in death, a glorious end—but the current situation made his eyes bulge in furious disbelief.
His body had been cursed, and if he tried to break free from the petrification again, he would probably shatter completely...
and if he released the petrification, perhaps he would even let the last enemy escape.
Without a doubt, his final strike for glory had failed.
Then he must at least take one with him!
It was at that moment.
A fierce flame suddenly ignited in his chest.
Intense agony could not mask his astonishment.
That was…
The flame rose like a tunnel, slowly spreading inside him—heading up towards his head.
Amidst Yaspavand’s heart-wrenching roars, he undid the petrification, his hand clenching into a fist.
He pounded his chest again and again, again and again!
He struck his throat, his face, his ears!
He was bloodied all over from his own beating but still could not stop the slow and steady spread of the flames.
In the end, Yaspavand convulsed violently, with fire shooting from his orifices.
The human warrior, battered and with nearly all bones broken, soaked in blood and engulfed in flames, staggered forth from beneath his eyelids.
As Yaspavand had fallen backward, the human youth had torn through his back and burrowed into his freshly blown-open heart, forcibly carving a path inside his body!
And now, he emerged from within—busting out through the eyes!