Rebellion 9
Translator: Cinder Translations
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Suddenly, an overwhelming light burst forth from Ladia Setia's green eyes, yet her pupils did not fixate on any one point ahead. Her green hair floated as if unaffected by gravity.
The guards, witnessing such a phenomenon for the first time, found it incredible. They widened their eyes and stared at the wondrous scene in the center of the camp, seemingly forgetting that they were increasingly surrounded by a raging fire. Some among them had experienced the madness of the sorcerer who had blocked their way before, and they recalled the peril of that moment, when this green-haired witch had also thwarted the sorcerer's lethal strike.
The witch's lips moved rapidly as she chanted incantations, her utterances containing a special rhythm. Accompanied by this chant, which was meaningless to mortals, faint light began to appear around her. Upon closer inspection, it resembled tiny starlights—or light points—floating around the witch, glowing like luminous algae in a pristine lake against the night backdrop.
Gradually, the floating light points increased in number, connecting and converging, forming a cylindrical barrier of light around the witch.
She continued to chant, and the barrier of light thickened, its brightness intensifying until it reached a level too blinding to behold. To Paul, standing nearby, it resembled a giant incandescent light tube standing there.
At that moment, rolling heat waves surged from all directions. Those drawn to the witch's magic finally regained their senses, realizing they were trapped in a terrifying hell.
Everything surrounding the camp—trees, vines, flowers, weeds, and even rocks—had been ignited, engulfed in flames that frantically consumed organic matter, causing them to grow even larger.
From within the camp, a boundless sea of crimson flames surged, while birds fell helplessly, letting the fire consume them. Land animals dashed desperately, but ultimately could not escape the pain of being burned.
Even though they witnessed the witch's astonishing magic, everyone was plunged into immense despair at the sight.
Instinctive fear led many to silently pray to the gods.
The raging sea of fire seemed to detect the stragglers in this small camp, and a tidal wave of flames surged toward them. Preceding the flames was the equally deadly smoke, filling everyone's nostrils with a choking odor, prompting them to cover their mouths and noses with their hands as they were overcome by a suffocating sensation.
"Go!"
At this critical moment, the witch in the center of the camp suddenly shouted, and the barrier of light around her began to expand. In the blink of an eye, within just a few seconds, the spreading cylindrical light barrier passed through each person's body, finally stopping at a radius of about ten meters, enveloping everyone within. After its expansion, the light barrier could no longer be called a wall; perhaps it was more accurate to refer to it as a membrane, and it was far less dazzling than before. To the crowd, it felt as if they were inside a large glass dome.
The tidal wave of fire immediately crashed in, but oddly enough, when the flames collided with the seemingly thin transparent membrane, they halted, unable to advance any further.
Moreover, those sheltered within the light dome no longer smelled the suffocating smoke, as if the air had suddenly been purified.
Paul fell to the ground, grateful to have survived.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm, astonished by how much sweat he had produced, unsure if it was from fear or heat. Fortunately, the surrounding air was no longer as scorching as before.
Ladia Setia, my protective charm! My goddess! Paul nearly shouted in delight.
He longed to embrace the green-haired witch, but when he turned to look at her, Ladia had closed her eyes again, sitting cross-legged on the ground, motionless.
Perhaps she was in a highly tense mental state right now. Paul glanced at the light barrier shielding them; it likely required the caster to maintain it continuously to remain effective, so he decided not to disturb her.
Everyone had expressions of surviving a disaster, some sitting or lying on the ground, gasping for breath to rest their nearly exhausted bodies.
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"Paul Grayman!"
At the mouth of Lynx Valley, Dimitri Walter shouted at the forest engulfed in flames.
"Tyrant!"
"Despot!"
"This is your ultimate fate! This is the retribution for killing my son! This is the consequence of your oppression over the subjects."
Old Walter wore an expression of satisfaction, having finally avenged his grievances.
"This flame is my will; this flame is my embodiment. It will burn you to a pile of useless ashes! Hahaha!"
"Lord Grayman!" Ferguson muttered quietly as he stared blankly at the flames, referring to Paul's father.
"I am sorry, your heir has strayed down a dark path. He has completely violated your teachings and become a stubborn and tyrannical ruler. I… have no choice but to send him to you."
"If you are aware in heaven, please rest assured, a new lord will still arise from your bloodline, and the Grayman family will continue to rule this land."
The fire surged and danced before them, but there was a river separating them from it, so Old Walter, Ferguson, and their subordinates were not afraid at all.
The flames continued to soar and swirl, then began to gather.
Gather?
Noticing something unusual, Old Walter and Ferguson widened their eyes.
Indeed, the flames across the river were converging into a single mass, more specifically, twisting together like a whirlwind, resembling an inverted typhoon.
How could this be?
Old Walter and Ferguson exchanged glances. They had seen all sorts of fires in their decades of life but had never witnessed such a bizarre phenomenon.
Ferguson suggested, "Perhaps we should head back first. The flames are so fierce; Grayman is doomed inside. Let's go back and get a good night's sleep, and check again in the morning."
In reality, he had an uneasy premonition in his heart.
Old Walter nodded, "You are right; I think so too."
"Ah—ah—ah—"
Panic-stricken voices erupted around them; it was their subordinates shouting.
"Devil! The devil of fire is coming!"
Ferguson looked in fear at the burning forest across the river.
The fire whirlwind had transformed, resembling a giant python hunting its prey, its massive elongated body leaping over the river and pouncing fiercely toward them.
(End of the Chapter)
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