Chapter 135: 135. The Wealthy Smile

The battle, once Lann saw through the composition of Da Gun’s physical form, could be said to have no suspense.

Originally, Da Gun’s weight and strength, akin to a battle-hardened elephant, were terrifying enough.

And He led His followers by His side, like a pack of bloodthirsty killer whales.

The Da Gun Temple wasn’t large, about the size of two badminton courts.

The enormous flesh of the Evil God charged and collided, occasionally using supernatural leaps to trample.

And His followers, with claws sharp enough to fight against armor and blades, and muscle mass far beyond normal humans, were capable of massacring ordinary people.

More importantly, there were quite a few of them.

Lann didn’t pay much attention to these deep ones, but he was well aware that in a direct confrontation of strength, he could at most match up to three deep ones.

Currently, there were at least a dozen deep ones in the Da Gun Temple, which would make it difficult for Lann to maneuver around.

This should be a scene that would trouble any Demon Hunter, perhaps even instill fear.

But coincidentally, Lann was now—very wealthy.

And being rich, in many cases, could directly translate to: having great combat power.

The alchemy pouch jingled.

Lann reached in and pulled out a large string of five-linked alchemy bombs.

“Mentos, auxiliary function of the magic seal activated, airflow field model construction begins.”

“Task established… I need five seconds to complete the calculation!”

Lann smirked.

“I knew it, your computational power is too mediocre.”

“…Then why don’t you hurry and learn something that can be graded!”

Ignoring Mentos’s frantic shouting in his mind, Lann had actually already prepared to buy some time.

Five-linked alchemy bombs, the first—[Dancing Star].

Upon explosion, it would produce a dazzling high light, and coincidentally, the deep ones didn’t even have eyelids.

Ordinary Demon Hunters rarely used this type of bomb, aside from cost concerns, more importantly, the strong light would produce shadows, which in turn would cause Demon Hunters to lose judgment on distance and terrain.

But for Lann…

I’m at the point where the enemies I face need to be censored, do I still care about those shadows?

He reached out to take down the first bomb, snapped his fingers to ignite it, and tossed it skyward.

Even retracted his silver sword into its sheath, and a wealthy and kind smile bloomed on Lann’s face.

“Please enjoy the fireworks!”

At its highest point, the bomb burst open.

The explosion was not particularly violent, but the ensuing brilliance was like a small sun hanging by the lake that had sunk into the night.

The wailing and shouting abruptly surged a level.

All the deep ones chasing and blocking him were plunged into blindness and the ensuing confusion and dizziness at this moment.

Da Gun’s flesh wasn’t affected at all, but His attacking approach and sensitivity, for Lann who had taken the magic potion at this point, were now crystal clear.

The ice surface created by [North Wind] posed no hindrance to Lann’s movement, rather it made his motion seem ghostly.

As the five seconds passed, the familiar airflow field blueprint was projected onto his retina by Mentos.

And with Lann’s movement and breathing, it was even adjusting in real-time.

Thus Lann ignited the remaining four-linked alchemy bombs in sequence from bottom to top.

Three [Dragon’s Dream], one [Beehive].

He raised his hand to throw them out; the one initially ignited already blasted in mid-air.

The yellow-green mist-like fire accelerant spewed out from the crack in the bomb.

And Lann, following the instructions on the retinal image, produced a finely tuned [Alder’s Rune] to the side.

With a soft “puff,” the silver-white luxurious strands gently danced with the change of airflow.

The mist-like fire accelerant was swept into the airflow, sketching its form.

It was a small tornado encompassing the entire Da Gun Temple!

With the remaining two [Dragon’s Dream] bursting open, the yellow-green within the small tornado became increasingly intense.

And in the sky above, the fuse of the final [Beehive] had also burned to its last.

This type of alchemy bomb was originally used to cause fragment damage, but the mild flame during explosion was still sufficient as an ignition.

A single alchemy bomb costing over twenty Oren used as kindling seemed extravagantly wasteful.

But this time, Lann, would rather spend money than use up the magic power of an [Igni Rune].

Because according to Mentos’s calculations, this scene wasn’t going to be small.

The deep ones had vaguely restored their vision within these five seconds, they were once again rushing towards Lann with loud cries.

Da Gun’s massive bloated body also floated into the air again, preparing for a piledriver weighing over several tons.

Yet Lann ignored their actions.

He simply knelt half-down, curling his body.

A golden glow of magic power flashed in his left hand, encompassing him entirely in a golden power sphere.

Bear School Knowledge Enhancement—[Quen Rune].

The magic power sphere shrank very small, reducing the area of force as well as enhancing the protection.

Inside the Quen, Lann calmly watched the deep ones’ claws about to swing down outside the sphere.

As if watching an ant hole about to be inundated with hot water.

The next moment… a tiny spark collided with the spiraling yellow-green mist-like fire accelerant.

“Boom!!!”

The soaring inflamed flames erupted violently!

The fiery waves impacted the stone pillars of the Da Gun Temple, spewing out from every crack.

Standing at a distance, the Da Gun Temple even resembled a burning porcupine!

Speaking purely of brightness, it was even harder to look at directly than the previous [Dancing Star]!

The fire tornado was spinning, air drawn into the eye, then turned into fuel.

The abruptly rising temperature had reached over a thousand degrees Celsius!

Outside the protection of Quen, the first to melt and boil of the deep ones, were their body skins and fats.

In terrifying screams, they turned to liquid, pooling down at their feet due to gravity.

Then the moisture evaporated, muscles charred… the large, bulging eyeballs first became two boiling little cauldrons, and then once the moisture was gone, even the remaining flesh was charred.

Lann could feel the magic power maintaining the Quen Rune rapidly draining away.

Outside was a fire tornado over a thousand degrees, and he was getting a bit nervous himself.

“Mentos, did you calculate correctly?”

“3…”

“What?”

“2, 1.”

As the voice in his mind ended, the external fire, after temporarily burning through everything combustible in the area, receded with incredible speed.

The ice layer below had long been melted and dried, the water from Lake Vizima replenished, making a “sizzling” sound when it contacted the scalding rocks.

The handprint relaxed, and the golden magic power sphere vanished entirely.

“Whew-” Lann raised an eyebrow and whistled, “The countdown was pretty cool.”

Mentos’s response was rather reserved: “The airflow field completion rate is 83%, mainly thanks to your high completion of the magic seal.”

Lann smiled contentedly, this era, even bio-computers are pretty articulate!

There wasn’t any disgusting corpse oil or body piles, Da Gun’s material entity had also vanished.

Like everything disappeared, cleansed in that prior firestorm.

But Lann knew, even with fire of thousands of degrees, burning for a dozen seconds couldn’t reduce bone to powder.

Ordinary human cremation takes at least half an hour.

Lann looked around and found that the nauseating feeling akin to staring into an abyss had disappeared when staring into the deep waters afar.

His task was roughly completed.

And the reason why there were no traces on scene was not hard to guess.

Beyond the Da Gun Temple, the lake water began to flow upwards and float, defying norms.

Lann naturally turned and bowed.

“Greetings to you, madam.”

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