The Adventurer's Mission Log

Chapter 39 Fire

Burning, liquid-like fire began to drip from the cracks in the ceiling.

Screams spread through the tavern. These "fire drops" did not extinguish when they landed on tables or people; instead, they began to writhe and spread like living things, turning everything they touched into torches.

Each flame seems to possess its own consciousness; the newly born flames eagerly touch the fuel nearby, igniting the air, wood, flesh, and even causing stones, glass, and pottery to burn abnormally.

The steps beneath Tenor's feet instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire, with flames climbing up his body and attempting to enter through the cracks in his scales. The steps beneath his feet emitted a mournful wail, and the next moment he and the burning steps crashed to the ground.

Those who were lucky enough to be near the door fled desperately; they had clearly escaped the fire, but were still not free from the intense heat.

Soon, everyone realized that the heat came from their brains, from the depths of their minds.

The five people who ran out of the door were engulfed in flames in full view of everyone and turned into human torches.

"Help me!"

"Ouch!" they cried out, hoping for help.

It was already late at night, and the few passersby were making way for each other.

"Quickly report!" someone shouted, and the civic-minded Imperials headed towards the nearest armed force.

Someone upstairs across the street was awakened by the noise and grabbed a basin of water to pour it down, but the water was ignited in the blink of an eye when it came into contact with the strange fire.

Inside the tavern, the terrifying roar did not stop. Part of the second-floor floor collapsed, and a huge, shapeless "living flame," like melting wax, emerged from the breach.

In the tavern about to be engulfed and burned by fire, it cackled sharply, "Die! You reptile, just like your old god-masters!"

From the ruins of the staircase, buried by flames and wood and stone, a claw covered in scales suddenly emerged and hurled the moon shield it was holding at the fire demon.

The splashing flames failed to ignite the Shield of Stillness, and the fire demon was caught off guard and knocked down by the shield. Flames scattered from its body, and the fallen fire demon revealed the flesh it had possessed.

Thanks to the daytime battle, a terrible sword wound almost tore open the Faceless Man's chest, and the constantly beating fiery heart inside could be clearly seen from the outside.

Tenor lifted the pile of stones and wood covering his body. A layer of his scales had been burned off, and every inch of his blood vessels and nerves was burning. His flesh and blood exuded a burnt smell.

The monster appeared, but no one screamed for it, because everyone was too busy taking care of themselves.

The Shadow Cloak was charred black, and the leather was set ablaze, but the flames failed to engulf it, just as they could not digest the other items on Tenor's body, which were masterpieces of a race that had fought demons for years.

Perhaps it's fortunate that he didn't bring any money, otherwise his gold and silver would have been used as fuel for the flames.

But he couldn't be thankful; his mind was blank. The man's soul was gone, or rather, it had been covered by this ancient and perfect hunting program.

The bone marrow, like molten lead, boiled and expanded within the bone cavity, as if it were about to burst the bone from the inside.

But Thoros continued his steady advance, just like any of his kind, fighting the demons to the death.

The pain, the agony of impending death, and the despair of having one's spirit gradually swallowed up by the ever-changing flames seemed to have never existed.

"Darkness, my nemesis!" Thoros roared, his body wreathed in strange flames, as he slammed into the supporting pillar.

The pillar shattered in the middle, sending rubble flying like shrapnel. The cracks climbed upwards, and spiderweb-like fissures engulfed the dome.

The entire tavern groaned, the remaining floorboards on the second floor tilted and slid down, the brick walls of the fireplace collapsed, and flames cascaded down like a waterfall.

The tavern collapsed completely, like a giant beast struck in a vital spot, crashing to its knees. The demon upstairs remained indifferent to the reptile's struggles, and just before it was about to fall to the ground and be torn apart by the raging, cold-blooded creature, its form vanished in flames.

It tried to escape, but it couldn't escape.

Thoros picked up the Moon Shield, looked at the demon's new location in his vision, and almost word by word, a slow, muffled roar escaped from his leaky mouth, strained by his broken vocal cords:

"A gift to... Huangqi..."

Its primal instincts attempt to repair its almost completely burned body, giving it the ability to continue moving.

The ancient god within him began to speak, and the command left over from ten thousand years ago was constantly injecting new power into his burnt-out body.

Ignoring the excruciating burning pain, this monster, created to kill, followed the guidance, took powerful strides, and crashed straight into the ruins.

"Please... help me..." A human mutilated body crawled out from under the collapsed beam. His legs had been burned to charred bones by demonic fire, but he still struggled to crawl forward, placing all his hopes on the only thing that could still move.

"Please...please save me..." His voice was hoarse.

He reached out his hand, which was half-melted, revealing charred finger bones, stubbornly reaching towards the huge figure that was pushing aside the ruins.

Thoreau did not look back at him, focusing on his hunt and remaining completely undisturbed by the outside world.

As the screams of the humans were swallowed by the roar of the flames, Tenor had already rushed into a house and hurried toward the fire in the kitchen.

"Don't even think about fighting me!" The ball of fire took on a face and outline, transforming into a giant fiery skull that lunged at Tenor, but was deflected by the Moon Shield, instantly igniting the table and cabinet at its point of impact.

An overwhelming sense of weakness and exhaustion tried to stop Thoreau.

He deserved to die; his blood was boiled, turning into steam and poisonous mist in his veins.

His internal organs withered and regenerated in his abdominal cavity, and his entire body clung to life by primal instincts.

Amidst the excruciating itching all over his body, his eyes were filled with chaotic golden and silver specks of light, and his hearing was an endless shriek.

But as the lizardmen stopped, their nerves, which had lost central control, began to act on their own.

He released the burning sword, took out a ruby ​​from inside his cloak, crushed one, and green light enveloped his body. His broken heart grew back, his damaged torso was rapidly repaired, and his brains, which had been burned away, began to miraculously recover.

Seeing the lizardman pick up his weapon and approach quickly, the fire demon hesitated for a long time before being forced to perform one last fiery dash.

After it burst forth from the candle in the next room, its flames engulfed the sleeping homeowner by the bedside. Then, with the homeowner's face on its head, it climbed onto the roof and escaped.

If it were in its heyday, it wouldn't have needed to flee at all.

But it could no longer set fires wantonly, because it was merely a crippled fire demon.

The power it had accumulated through nearly a month of sacrifice was completely exhausted in the previous battles and the Flame Leap.

Now it can only rely on magic, the kind of magic that every Tzeentch demon is good at.

The wind picked up, and a flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the dark night sky. It could hear the cries of the magical wind, as if someone was casting a powerful heavenly spell.

The mortal mage was alarmed by its previous actions.

But those ordinary mortals shouldn't think they can locate it so easily, because magic will help it deceive mortal spellcasters.

Looking back, the stubborn, cold-blooded reptile was still in hot pursuit. A column of smoke erupted from the "Faceless Man's" hand, heading straight for Tenor. Obstacles along the way disappeared as soon as they touched the smoke.

Tenor held the shield in front of him, and by sheer coincidence, the Shield of Tranquility deflected the smoke back the way it came.

Just before the smoke engulfed the "Faceless Man," the fire demon quickly prayed to its god.

Its fickle master responded to the prayer.

The fire demon suddenly remembered a spell it had never seen before and confidently brought the magic to life.

The pale green flames instantly engulfed the magical smoke, averting the crisis, and rushed straight towards Tenor.

The demonic fire, amidst the fire demon's wild laughter, successfully engulfed the damned lizardman. "You're dead! Cold-blooded bastard!"