Chapter 821: Chapter 821 - 448: Louis’s Strength

The sunlight was completely blocked by steel, and the blood and wreckage that had been surging due to the explosion were immediately pressed into a cold and dark gloom."Thud."The gangplank hit the ground with a heavy, muffled sound.A team of fully armed Red Tide Knights quickly dispersed.Louis walked at the forefront, his steps steady, not like he was landing in enemy territory, but rather inspecting his own backyard.The air on this island was simply unbearable.The smell of blood, burnt flesh, and an overly ripe sweetness mixed together, like a bunch of fruits and corpses thrown into a sealed jar to ferment for a month.Pink mist slowly flowed between the broken walls and towers, visible mental pollution.If an ordinary soldier stood here, in less than three breaths, their brain would turn to mush.Louis, however, remained unaffected.The Primordial Heart within him turned slowly and steadily, a platinum starry radiance flowing through his veins.The illusions trying to invade his mind disappeared like snowflakes on a furnace, the moment they touched that light.He didn't need a map, the repulsive malice, like a beacon, guided his way.Through corridors, over stone steps, until he pushed open the extremely heavy oak door.The door's bearings emitted a shrieking sound of disrepair.The scene inside the hall made the knights behind him tense up instantly.In the center was a throne.Not wooden or stone, but entirely made of human skulls.Polished smooth but assembled crookedly, hundreds of hollow eye sockets staring at the entrance, giving a chilling look.Beside the throne stood two "people."One was Balk, this guy wasn't wearing a hat, half of his skull neatly sliced off, exposing the pink brain tissue to the air, rhythmically pulsing.Several thin tendrils burrowed into the brain grooves, emitting a sticky water sound with each contraction.The other was Meryl, draped in a black robe, with no shadow beneath her.Or rather, her shadow had come to life, with several wet, slick tendrils crawling along the ground, leaving shimmering slime trails.Balk turned around.In that instant, the air pressure in the hall seemed to be vacuumed away.No killing intent, not oppressive, just sheer. disgust.The inherent repulsion a lower creature feels when seeing a predator, or something that shouldn't exist.The pupils of several Extraordinary Knights shrunk to needlepoints, their hearts racing, cold sweat soaking through their inner linings.This was no longer a question of winning or losing.This was a biological instinct, the body screaming at them to turn and flee.Just as this chilling pressure was about to suffocate them."Haaa - !"