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Chapter Three Hundred Forty-Five:
"Shh!"
With a simultaneous sound, several lines of blood suddenly splattered out.
The few Underworld Sorcerers bizarrely split into several pieces, evenly falling to the ground.
The thick smell of blood instantly filled the entire area.
This scene caused the two people in the distance to turn pale.
"Damn it! Let's go!"
The two shouted and ran directly in the opposite direction of Freya without a second thought.
Freya watched the two fleeing sorcerers and slowly put away the map, revealing a faint smile.
"Just when I couldn't find my way, people showed up."
After a pause, her figure suddenly vanished.
The two running for their lives didn't even dare to look back, as an exceptionally dangerous aura clung to them like a spirit.
They were merely part of an Underworld organization, and the most powerful among them, the Hunchbacked Wizard, was only at the First-Level Wizard Liquefaction stage. They had taken the risk to come to the surface in search of a glimmer of hope to avoid being swallowed by other underground Wizard Organizations.
But just when he had narrowly escaped the Wilderness Witch, he unexpectedly encountered another powerful foe, the Blonde Witch.
"Damn it! Are all the strong Archmages on the surface women?!"
As he ran, the seemingly human Underworld Sorcerer cursed loudly.
However, he soon fell silent, for the one named Merk, who was fleeing alongside him, suddenly transformed into countless chunks of flesh that fell to the ground with a splatter. At the same time, Freya's face appeared in his line of sight.
"No!!!"
He abruptly pulled out a red Pendant from his chest, crushed it in his hand, and hurled it fiercely at Freya.
From the shattered Pendant erupted countless crimson lights. A dense wave of Fire Element particles rapidly spread from the Pendant, distorting the air around them in an instant.
Boom!!!!
The massive shockwave from the explosion sent him flying backward, leaving a deep trench in the ground beneath him.
As a result of the explosion, his chest and face were exposed with fresh red flesh, and his once handsome features were replaced by ugliness and ferocity.
With a gaze filled with hatred, he stared intently at the raging flames despite his injuries.
However, just when he thought it was over, a dark figure slowly emerged from the fire.
The ordinary black Robe had been completely burned away by the flames, revealing a semi-transparent Jet Black Armor underneath.
As Freya moved, the armor gradually solidified, transforming into a luster akin to Black Crystal, while the Cross Sword in her hand flickered with black lightning.
Freya expressionlessly gazed at the Underworld Sorcerer not far away. Then, her figure abruptly vanished from the spot.
'Bang!'
A muffled sound echoed. Freya's fist struck the Underworld Sorcerer's face directly, sending him flying, droplets of blood scattering in the air.
With a clang, she sheathed the Cross Sword back at her waist and approached the airborne Underworld Sorcerer. She reached out and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up.
Just as she was about to ask something, several flashes of light suddenly illuminated the Pitch-Black Night Sky.
Freya looked up, slightly furrowing her brows.
"Attracted by the firelight? What a nuisance."
She murmured softly and then ran in a specific direction, still holding onto the Underworld Sorcerer.
Thirty minutes later.
Underneath a broken wall, the Underworld Sorcerer, who had been knocked unconscious by Freya's punch, was splashed awake by a splash of cold water.
He opened his swollen eyes, his blurry vision slowly becoming clearer.
Freya was quietly sitting on a chair she had somehow found, watching him gradually regain consciousness.
After she fully regained her senses, Freya revealed a faint smile.
"I know you understand the common language of the surface? Let's make a deal. If you agree to my terms, I won't pursue the previous matters, and I can also let you go. If not, then I'll have to look for my next target."
Silently watching the smiling powerful witch, the Underworld Sorcerer took a while before slowly speaking.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Take me to the Underworld," Freya replied directly.
She had managed to reach the battlefield with great difficulty following the Innkeeper's map, but she discovered that the terrain had changed drastically due to the war; the locations on the map were completely different, and the original entrance to the Underworld had turned into a pile of ruins.
Having planned other things, she did not expect to be ambushed by a group of low-level Underworld Sorcerers in an instant.
Upon hearing Freya's request, an inexplicable light flashed in the Underworld Sorcerer's eyes as he slowly nodded.
"Alright, no problem. I agree."
"Okay." Freya nodded. Suddenly, it seemed she remembered something and pulled out a Black Crystal from behind her, pressing it directly against the Underworld Sorcerer's chest.
'Sizzle'
The sound of flesh being seared by a branding iron echoed.
The crystal slowly melted into his chest amidst his pain.
"Swish!"
A black light flashed from the crystal.
Retracting her hand, Freya looked at the Black Crystal embedded in her chest with satisfaction and lightly clapped her hands.
"This should be about right. If you lie or show hostility, you won't want to know the consequences."
Feeling the crystal beating like a Heart in her chest, he clearly sensed strands of black Thin Lines slowly drilling into his flesh, creating a tingling sensation.
"Alright, let's go."
Ignoring the expression of the Underworld Sorcerer, Freya stood up and said calmly.
Just as she spoke, a Blazing White mushroom cloud suddenly rose in the distance, followed by a wave-like cloud rolling toward the two of them.
"Whoosh—"
The nearby debris was swept away, and Freya grabbed the Underworld Sorcerer by the collar with one hand while gripping the hilt of her Cross Sword with the other. The 1.5-meter-long Cross Sword was firmly plunged into the ground.
Tiny stones struck Freya's black armor, making a crackling sound as the intense heat storm caused her hair to scatter wildly.
Ten minutes later, the wave of energy slowly dissipated.
Unharmed, Freya squinted her eyes at the location of the explosion, where a strong energy presence still lingered.
"Has this place always been this chaotic?"
As she lightly complained, she turned to look at the Underworld Sorcerer she was holding, only to find that half of his body was charred black.
A savory aroma wafted from him; however, this guy still had a pulse, indicating that the Underworld wizards had a stronger vitality than Surface Sorcerers.
After a moment, Freya gently tapped the Black Crystal on his chest with her finger.
A faint Black Light flickered, and the Underworld Sorcerer, who had once again fallen unconscious, seemed to be stimulated by something and suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring blankly into the distance. (To be continued...)
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