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Chapter 269 - 229: Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Flame

Chapter 269: Chapter 229: Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Flame

In the raging flames, Lind strode out.

In his left hand, he gripped a pitch-black person as if holding a small chick, and in his right, he clutched a peculiar cup. The cup, roughly the size of a human head, resembled a small cauldron supported by tall legs.

Rather than saying they had engaged in a slaughter with the Dark Flame brothers, it would be more accurate to say that they were faced with the "Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Flame" - a cursed weapon emanating a foul stench that seemed to touch the soul.

After coming into contact with the Unclean Holy Grail, Lind came to clearly know that it possessed its own consciousness.

The Unclean Holy Grail had used the power of the Dark Flame brothers to build this Dark Night Orchard, and the two brothers were merely enslaved Believers.

The Dark Flame brothers weren’t particularly strong, and it seemed the Unclean Holy Grail had no intention of revealing its existence, or else what awaited Lind and the others would have certainly been more than the current situation, and a defeat would have been highly likely.

Lind had many guesses, the most obvious of which was the Songbai Knight Guard of Raven City; the Unclean Holy Grail feared the "Angel."

The zombies were not difficult to deal with. Although they had the ability to "infect", it was not particularly deadly. Once Lind broke the Dark Flame brothers’ control over the Grail, all the zombies lost their ability to move, and the Soldier who had continuously been vomiting bugs also stopped, allowing for a moment to catch their breath.

The zombies were too weak; once the Great Knights took control of the battle’s rhythm, even without Lind’s interference, the so-called chaotic combat was nothing more than mechanical slaughter.

Lind’s armor was covered with marks of flame scorching. The flames he released at full strength wouldn’t harm his body, but the armor material was ultimately ordinary and couldn’t withstand the high temperature.

Suddenly, a large number of zombies, which had stopped their attack, started moving again.

"The negotiation is broken!" Lind looked at the Unclean Holy Grail in his hand.

Just now, he had a conversation with the consciousness inside the Grail, which hoped that Lind would serve it, and in return, it was willing to grant him the power of a Great Knight.

It turned out that the diary of Clore, which the Dark Flame brothers had found, was led to by the guidance of the Unclean Holy Grail. It claimed to possess infinite knowledge, able to fulfill all of Lind’s desires.

But Lind expressed his refusal.

If the Unclean Holy Grail was really that powerful, Lind guessed that its first wish would probably be to kill him, or to directly make a wish to have him serve it.

You can’t even fulfill your own wishes, yet you claim you can fulfill mine.

Though it was a cursed weapon glowing with purple light, what awaited it was definitely not use but a far better place, such as being permanently sealed away.

However, as the Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Flame forcibly regained control of the zombie’s movements once again, the scene once more descended into chaos.

...

Doris stood outside the broken estate wall, feather pen in hand. After seeing one zombie after another crawl out, she sensed danger and instinctively moved back. Thankfully, the Volcano Monster Birds were nearby.

The swarming zombies were grabbed by the Volcano Monster Birds, lifted into the sky, and then dropped from a great height, shattering upon impact.

But there were just too many zombies. At first, the Volcano Monster Birds managed to take the initiative, but gradually they were dragged by the zombies into the horde until they finally fell silent.

Doris couldn’t focus on the distant battle; seeing one decrepit but persistent zombie after another inch towards her, she suddenly remembered Lind’s words from a few days ago.

Would she scream out loud?

High temperatures erupted in the distance, and in an instant, the estate was engulfed in flames. Then, the crowded figures staggering before her eyes fell to the ground one by one.

She was saved!

But before she could truly relax, a corpse on the ground suddenly shook its decaying arm, propping itself up on its elbow and slowly dragging itself back to life.

Because it used too much force, half of the zombie’s arm broke off, and bugs wriggled in and out of the dragged flesh.

"Ahh—!" she could no longer resist, screaming out loud.

The zombies that had just fallen began to frantically converge on her, their outstretched limbs like the claws of demons emerging from the abyss of hell.

Extreme terror made Doris’s hair stand on end, and her knees weakened beyond her control. By the time she realized what was happening, she had already fallen to the ground.

The zombies got closer, their numerous figures filling Doris’s vision, their outstretched hands, like a swamp, engulfing her view from above.

She was slowly consumed...

Doris crawled backward using hands and feet, and finding her legs powerless, she resorted to using her hands and buttocks to slowly scoot away.

The court lady’s long skirt was scraped and torn on the sharp stones, the pain on her thighs causing Doris’s eyes to redden with tears, but nothing compared to the monster’s claws that were inches away.

Would she become one of them if caught?

At that moment, a pitch-black figure rushed over, black flames devoured the zombies before her, and the scent of death paused for an instant. But when Doris saw who was coming, she became overwhelmed with an even greater terror.

She had noticed the Dark Flame brothers earlier; now that Lind was holding one of them, the one before her must be the other.

The figure had clearly locked on Doris as its target, its pitch-black palm indiscernible, and the black flames burning between its fingers compelled Doris to scream again.

This time, however, Doris found herself unable to produce even the slightest sound.

Suddenly, her vision was enveloped by a different color of flame.

A golden light burst forth from behind the Dark Flame brothers, and outstretched, burning wings dragged the light down upon them. Although Doris couldn’t see clearly who was in the golden light, she saw a large hand emerge, which grabbed the back of the Dark Flame brother’s head and violently smashed it into the ground.

The ground paused for a moment before exploding with a "boom," as if belatedly blasting a hole.

Orange-yellow flames burned.

Never before had Doris felt such trust and safety in flames as she did now.

The newcomer was clad in armor scorched by flames. Although the armor’s pattern had been marred, its gold surface still shone, even becoming mirror-like where the etchings were lost to the flames, making the light that burst from him even more blinding.

The pair of flame wings on his back hadn’t disappeared, wildly thrashing about, sending the surrounding rotten corpses flying and igniting them with flames.

He was tall and muscular, appearing like a deity radiating golden light, gazing down at her.

The flames continued to burn on his body, and behind him, the Dark Night Orchard was entirely consumed by a sea of fire.

Behind him lay scattered corpses, and the Great Knights dragged their weary bodies along.

Standing sparsely, yet with a presence that demanded attention from anyone.

Their shadows, trimmed by the flames, combined to form a landscape painting-like scene amidst the desolate manor.

Gazing at Lind’s handsome and rugged cheeks, it was in this moment that Doris truly felt the full extent of Lind’s power.

"My legs have gone weak," she said with a sob in her voice.

The flames on Lind’s body extinguished, and he effortlessly scooped up Doris, as easily as if she were an infant, not straining at all.

It was only when Lind easily swept her into his embrace with a single arm that Doris was astonished to find the armor wasn’t hot, although it had been engulfed in flames just moments before.

Although it was her first time being held, Doris didn’t feel any particular emotions; the thick armor prevented any real physical contact.

Now, she thought, nowhere could be safer than in the arms of Lord Lind.

"It seems you weren’t quite ready," Lind spoke.

He was referring to the Recorder Officer.

His previous command to her had been not to scream in fright.

"I..." Doris couldn’t talk tough, as her legs were still weak.

The soldiers continued to burn the "fruits" of the Dark Night Orchard. The Unclean Holy Grail still tried to resist, but against the Great Knights who were well-prepared, the rotten corpses had no chance to fight back.

Doris was set down on the ground, and the sudden separation left her feeling a bit panicky. She’d never clung to an embrace like that, not from any special feelings, but for that profound sense of security.

Lind looked toward the Dark Flame brothers, now thoroughly bound by the Lost Soul Chains, triple-layered, absolutely safe and secure.

As he anchored the chains on the Dark Flame brothers into the ground, the dark duo could only kneel.

"Now let’s play a game of racing to answer," Lind said, "Whoever answers first and correctly will earn the chance to answer the next question."

He enjoyed playing such games, provided he was the one in control.

The Dark Flame brothers had no reaction until they heard Lind say, "Those who don’t answer will be punished. It seems something has been breeding in the grail; are you interested in trying it?"

Inside the grail were writhing black maggots. Lind tested one, squeezing it until it burst into black flames as it died.

He vaguely guessed the purpose of the Dark Night Orchard; nurturing fruits wasn’t the primary goal, perhaps breeding the maggots was the real aim.

A certain type of maggot that enjoyed eating the fruit, and such fruit could only be grown in the Dark Night Orchard, so it made sense that all this was done to cultivate the maggots.

Hearing that the punishment involved eating the maggots from the grail, the two brothers immediately nodded, indicating their willingness to help.

Lind got straight to the point, "Does anyone know the recipe for the Magic Potion of Sun’s Testament Knight?"

The brother on the left immediately said, "I know!"

He quickly recited the formula and even included the Upper Rank recipe as a bonus.

Lind turned to the brother on the right, "We need to stick to our promise; you didn’t answer."

He lifted the Broken Sword, ready to punish the loser.

As a Lord, he needed to keep his word.

"Wait, I know how to use the grail!" exclaimed the brother on the right without delay.

Nothing mattered more than his own life.

Lind quite enjoyed their fear of death.

"Next, it’s still a race to answer. Don’t rush; take your time," he continued.

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