“Carlo!”
The Great Artisan God’s eyes held a trace of worry as he stared intently at Carlo.
Sizzle… sizzle…
A harsh sizzling sound rang out. T
he thick gray-green color on Carlo quickly faded, and from the festering wounds, large amounts of foul-smelling white smoke billowed forth.
He let out a pained cry mixed with relief, his body twitching violently before collapsing heavily to the ground, curling up.
His body continued to tremble under the ongoing purification of the holy light, but the deadly corruption was being rapidly stripped away.
The corrupted dwarves that the Great Artisan God had smashed into pieces were also being erased by the light at this moment.
Soon, only the sizzling sound of the holy light’s purification and Carlo’s painful gasps remained in the foyer.
The Great Artisan God’s chest heaved as he breathed heavily.
He glanced at the two completely deformed remains of the corrupted beings on the ground, then immediately strode over to Carlo, who was curled up on the floor, and crouched down.
Carlo’s body was still convulsing from the pain of purification.
The Great Artisan God’s voice was gruff.
“Carlo! Can you hear me?”
There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
He had been corrupted too deeply; only one step away from being beyond saving.
The pollution had almost seeped into his marrow, and thus the purification brought extreme pain.
Carlo struggled to lift his eyelids.
His eyes were dazed and unfocused.
His lips trembled, emitting a weak, hoarse voice.
“G-Great Artisan… I’m sorry…”
Before he could finish, the intense pain and weakness made him curl up again, falling into a semi-conscious state.
But at least there was no major danger; he had briefly regained consciousness.
Under the radiance of the light, the wounds on Carlo healed at an astonishing speed.
However, the trauma to his mind was not something light could repair.
It was similar to the situation with that magister.
Muxuan nodded slightly, and the Great Artisan God understood Muxuan’s meaning.
After quickly cleaning the surroundings, the Great Artisan God settled Carlo against the wall, then pressed his palm forcefully onto the ground.
A wall of rock sprang up, encasing Carlo.
“His Holiness, let’s go.”
The Great Artisan God was about to turn and leave, letting Carlo rest here, but the next moment, Carlo’s voice came through.
“Gr-Great Artisan…”
“It was… it was Kutas…”
“He… he opened… the West… Emergency Valve…”
Subconsciously looking at Carlo, who struggled to open one eye within the rock cocoon, the Great Artisan God nodded.
However, contrary to what Muxuan expected, the Great Artisan God did not get angry. Instead, he was very calm.
So calm that it even made Muxuan feel a bit frightened.
“Great Artisan God, are you alright?”
After a moment of hesitation, Muxuan couldn’t help asking.
Sometimes, silence is more terrifying than visible anger.
After giving Carlo a reassuring look, the Great Artisan God’s steps noticeably became heavier.
He arrived at the gate, his broad hands tearing it open with brute force, revealing a space just enough for one person to pass through.
When Muxuan followed the Great Artisan God into the passage behind the gate, the Great Artisan God finally spoke.
“He won’t live.”
His tone was calm, as if he had expected it all along.
Only, Muxuan keenly caught a trace of elusive anger in the Great Artisan God’s eyes.
An emergency valve—just hearing the name, it was obviously used in emergency situations.
What it meant once the West Emergency Valve was opened, Muxuan didn’t even dare to think about it in detail.
The War Rampart could only defend against corruption; it could not purify the inside. That alone was fatal!
Perceiving the surroundings, the energy field here was eerily “dead.”
It was completely different from the sticky, filthy feeling outside, yet even more unsettling, as if all life force had been drained.
“Careful!”
A low, majestic voice came from Muxuan, warning the Great Artisan God ahead.
His perception caught an extremely subtle distortion in the energy field at the corner of the passage ahead, accompanied by a familiar chill.
The Great Artisan God paused his steps, his forging hammer already held in front of him, a dark red aura flowing silently.
He had also sensed that anomaly.
Just as the Great Artisan God’s burly figure was about to be exposed at the other side of the corner—
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Several sharp sounds of projectiles tore through the silence.
The Great Artisan God reacted instantly, raising a thick earthen wall in a flash.
However, those arrows that came at incredible speed effortlessly pierced through the earthen wall.
Sensing something wrong with these arrows, the Great Artisan God immediately stepped back half a pace, and the dark red aura around his whole body suddenly flared up, burning all the attacking arrows to dust.
“His Holiness—”
Just as he was about to turn and warn Muxuan, he froze.
In the moment before the Great Artisan God could react, Muxuan’s form once again turned into a cloud-like wisp, then tumbled continuously, forming a suit of golden armor at a visible speed, enveloping the Great Artisan God tightly.
And the moment the armor took shape, the Great Artisan God suddenly realized that he could mobilize a little of the lightforce.
Not only that, but he could also feel the light continuously flowing into his body through the contact between the armor and his skin, bringing a trace of warmth.
“Great Artisan God, I have also come under attack.”
Hearing the voice coming from the armor, the Great Artisan God quickly understood what was happening.
He nodded heavily, then tore open the earthen wall and slowly looked deep into the passage.
“Theodore!”
Muxuan had just withdrawn her consciousness when she heard Qiansitelin’s somewhat panicked voice.
Almost by reflex, light surged out, turning into golden ropes that rapidly shot down the cliff, binding Theodore, who was in free fall.
Looking at the green goblin who had already walked up to her with a lecherous grin on his face, a wave of revulsion surged in Muxuan’s heart.
“Hehe, you got the holy relic that Kalibo left behind?”
The goblin’s voice carried a hint of mockery.
His withered hand slowly rose, almost about to touch Muxuan’s face.
Staring at the greenish palm so close, Muxuan’s light suddenly burst out with immense repulsive force, trying to push the goblin away.
Yet, despite such a powerful burst of light, the goblin’s hand remained unmoved, steadily reaching toward Muxuan’s face.
A wicked smile even appeared on the goblin’s face.
“Your Highness!”
Qiansitelin’s voice rang out.
At almost the same time, Muxuan’s crosier and the “Lyrasel” in Qiansitelin’s hand struck the goblin’s hand simultaneously.
“Lyrasel” even carved a small crack into the goblin’s palm, but Muxuan’s crosier was forcefully knocked back.
Muxuan’s pupils contracted.
Using the recoil force, she quickly sidestepped, moving away from the goblin along the edge of the cliff.
Though she had distanced herself from the goblin, Muxuan’s gaze toward the goblin became extremely serious.
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