The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 02 - The Fire that Gurgles
In another row, Nan Ran was separated from his comrades. Unknowingly he was inside the enemy vortex and there he felt in danger.
The strength of the soldiers of the Qing Empire was as if they were getting fiercer, the young man's mouth was tightly clenched with sweat flooding his temple.
"There's nothing wrong with this situation, I have to look for Lan Zhuxian-"
Nan Ran's eyes widened strongly, he immediately dashed towards the place where his sister was, being killed beside a priest.
"Foolish sister, what are you doing?! Quick run!"
Nan Ran's heart was speeding up faster, he could see Nan Yin but saw no signs of life there anymore. The girl was face down with blood on her side, her body blackened, there was no movement other than her hair which was now blown by the night breeze. So silent.
Nan Ran broke through the crowd of enemies, turning the weapons crazily hoping they would give way for him to get close to Nan Yin.
Not ten meters away from the place where Nan Yin was lying, Nan Ran stopped his steps abruptly.
This situation made him confused, creepy and also agitated. No one spoke there, they just went around forming a vortex in the middle of Nan Yin and that priest. Even Nan Ran who was currently in a panic situation had forgotten what he was chasing. And just standing stiff like a rock stuck on the ground.
The priest had a very different air. Eve did not touch her physique at all, but stopped something inside her.
"You're a good brother."
The first word that came out from the priest's mouth made Nan Ran wake up.
"Take off Nan Yin! He was not involved in this war at all! He's a society, you'll be charged with murder if you kill him!"
Nan Ran regretted why Nan Yin had to know this war day. He had already advised Nan Yin desperately not to descend into a battlefield that would only endanger his life. Before leaving Nan Ran had time to make sure the girl would not go to this place. But Nan Yin was indeed very good at tricking. The girl must have been looking for him and ended up trapped in a crowd of enemies.
On the other hand by remaining calm, the priest responded to his talk.
"That's just a rule in your place. This girl's been killed anyway."
"You-" Nan Ran was surprised. Trying to understand what it all means. Her sister is gone. That fact slowly made him come to his senses and shed tears.
"Killer!"
"If killing the souls of sinners is for good, then I am willing to defile my hands. How much is that."
Nan Ran's mind was chaotic in that instant, he raised his weapon to the highest and shouted so that anyone could hear. A voice of despair and loss.
Lao Zi who was not far from there was surprised not to mess around. Nan Ran stood before someone who was not his opponent. Before Nan Ran really started the fight Lao Zi first held Nan Ran's body.
"Don't be careless you say?! My brother has been killed, you bastard!"
"You'll only die if you face him!"
"You're telling me to run away unaware of himself in front of the body of my brother that he killed?!"
Nan Ran's big hand brushed aside Lao Zi violently, his face getting extinguished in the flames of anger.
Lao Zi could not answer anything. He knew Nan Ran was being lost. But the figure of the Priestess before them was impossible for them to defeat. He was the former of the Ten Strongest, Zhaohuo. Pastors who have a high level of meditation science. The calmness within him was like a sharp blade that could crush the surroundings. Without touching himself.
The crowd of enemies suddenly took three steps back. The two watched the movements without being able to guess what happened next.
Zhaohuo sat cross-legged like a Lotus flower. Hands cupped in front, the surroundings became calm again. One minute nothing happened until the dark-eyed Nan Ran shouted.
"You see that?! He's just bluffing! I'm gonna kill him!"
As Nan Ran dashed towards the man was a huge flame coming out which was directly chasing the surroundings. The startled Nan Ran retreated as soon as possible, but the fire was still able to reach him. And even more surprising when the fire can grip his legs.
In front of Lao Zi's eyes, Zhaohuo looked so terrifying. A priest around him was filled with flames. The flames from his body made their own way and targeted the nearby soldiers who instantly burned to death. The more people die, the greater the fire.
Nan Ran was unable to escape, he was suspended in the air with the grip of the fire. His body was like being roasted in an iron vessel. Lao Zi tried to shoot the flames but the result was nil, the flames reunited and bound Nan Ran even harder.
The fire belonging to Zhaohuo raised the body of Nan Yin who had blackened deeply. Now Nan Ran knew that his sister had experienced the same thing. Burned to death at the hands of a demon priest. His hands were clenched helplessly. Even in this situation, Nan Ran was not even able to save himself.
"I'm not a good brother ..."
The despair on Nan Ran's face looked extremely painful. If you remember all the bad memories they went through. Surviving desperately in the middle of such a fierce world. Only Nan Yin was the reason alive. Nan Ran so remembered when they were little they were beaten all out for quoting the rice grains that fell on the ground. Or sleeping on a snowy road just covered in almost rotting straw leaves.
Nan Yin's body burned back and revealed only her silhouette. The second after second in which the body disappeared, it turned into dust.
Nan Ran lowered his head then shouted, he cried. The nearly ten-year-old cry in his hands for fear made Nan Yin sad. The despair he harbored because he did not want to see his sister hopeless. They want to live. But why when they have found a comfortable home, one of them must be gone?
Lao Zi stared for a moment. This cannot be allowed to go on, he thought. The only way was to kill Zhaohuo. The man did not look like a living creature anymore at this time. From his eye hole the flames raged. His robe still fluttered despite the fire as if it was burning the body of the man. And in the end, a terrifying voice came from Zhaohuo.
"If by uniting with the devil I can kill dirty humans like you, then I'm willing to throw it all away. For the good of."
The flames spread in all directions. Accompanied by endless screaming. One by one lives are lost. But the man did not show a guilty face at all.
What was even more astonishing was that the flames on Zhaohuo's body were not extinguished despite the unceasing rain falling on top of them.