strictlysupreme Chapter 249 Smell of death
Chapter 249 Smell of death
"Kill that bastard!" Charlotte shouted, while Daniela frowned. From the latter's hands, hundreds of icy spikes emerged, pointing directly towards Ezequiel. Edward, the team's tank, stepped forward to the frontline. Since Ezequiel activated his bloodline, the roles had drastically shifted. The three of them realized that if they continued fighting amongst themselves, they would end up dead.
Edward's massive hammer began to glow intensely as he charged forward like a bull. Ezequiel's lance extended to seven meters in length, and with a casual movement of his hands, the tip collided with Edward's hammer. The latter opened his eyes in surprise and stepped back several paces.
Behind Ezequiel, purple hands emerged, from which small flowers with a delicate aroma blossomed. With astonishing speed, the hands dissolved, and the ground began to corrode, tinting purple. From the flowers emerged small butterflies that instantly explored the surroundings.
A golden aura erupted around Ezequiel, generating a wave of energy that unleashed violent rays in all directions. His figure distorted, transforming into a bolt that sent a chill down Charlotte's spine. Quickly, she pulled out a scroll from her tunic and placed it on the ground, uttering words as the earth trembled violently.
Hundreds of tiny ants emerged, forming an endless sea that surrounded her body.
Faced with imminent danger, Daniela's hands turned icy, and she intertwined them with Charlotte's, mutually protecting each other. Ezequiel's golden lance shone brightly as his four wings unfolded behind him. The clouds in the sky turned dark and gathered in one spot, full of sinister energy.
Small golden sparks danced within them, and within seconds, they covered the entire island, forming a huge tornado that descended upon the ground.
The winds became aggressive, and the temperature notably dropped. Ezequiel's lance shone even more intensely as it rose towards the sky, delving into the center of the tornado. Edward gritted his teeth, his sense of danger screaming wildly as the lance disappeared into the whirlwind.
Edward's muscles bulged as he swung his hammer forward with force.
Ezequiel frowned, his lance glowed intensely, and clashed against Edward's hammer. Both began exchanging powerful blows, while the ground trembled beneath their feet. Seeing the opportunity, Charlotte nodded towards Daniela and ran at full speed, her mouth moving rapidly as she uttered words of power. Her wings shone behind her as she began to rise in the air, waving her wand with determination.
Under Ezequiel's feet, an amalgam of teeth formed, while Daniela, also in the air, spread her two blue wings, shining brightly. Drawing her wand, Daniela raised the crown above her head towards the sky. Clouds formed to a lesser extent and began to drop huge ice rocks towards the ground, adding a new layer of chaos to the battle raging below, the entire small island trembled.
At that moment, the four of them felt immense pressure, a horrible sensation that oppressed them. The sky grew even darker, and their senses gave them crazy warnings. The smell of death became more dreadful in the air, filling their lungs with its ominous presence. Ezequiel let out a small laugh, his two differently colored eyes staring into the darkness of the forest.
A small flame faintly glowed amidst the darkness, its white flames as pure as the girl who carried them. However, they were consumed by the erratic and murky darkness that began to travel through her body. Angela's flames began to lose their luster, and a hand full of darkness grabbed her by the neck, preventing her from breaking free.
She felt her life force being inexorably sucked away, while her white eyes stared fixedly at the two pairs of orbs in front of her, deeply dark and devoid of pupils.
In that darkness, Angela perceived something else: agonizing moans resonating throughout the place, full of desperation and pain. Daniela, and Nicholas who was watching hidden, felt their souls trembling at those heart-wrenching cries. Angela felt as if her soul was leaving her body, her skin wrinkling within seconds, transforming her into an old woman.
Her lifeless body fell to the ground, as darkness once again enveloped the entire island, consuming even the white flames that had disappeared without a trace.