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Chapter 273 Saved
Matías felt the anger consuming his body, his figure turned transparent, and the place froze. The area shone with sunlight as Matías's eyes turned into small mirrors. He raised his hand and clenched his fists; the runes shattered and fell like crystals.
The cultists ran like madmen towards Matías; the one leading the charge waved his hands, and the ground turned green, the air filled with putrefaction. Two swords emerged from his sleeves, and grabbing each of them, he lunged towards Matías.
Matías's hands glowed, and the reflections doubled; in his hands appeared a completely transparent sword. He wielded the sword and defended fiercely; the other three also charged towards Matías, while one of them turned around and looked at the girl. Erika's body trembled violently: "Please," she pleaded in a low voice. She didn't know why this was happening to her; she hadn't done anything wrong.
The cultist's hands glowed with a sickly green color; he approached the girl with a smile, grabbed her head, and the corrupt mana entered her mind. She screamed in agony as she tried with her last strength to escape the shackles.
Matías's eyes turned extremely cold; he felt helpless for not being able to help the girl. His mind recalled what happened that day, and he was filled with rage. The reflections of his body shimmered; his body cracked and disappeared from view. His eyes glazed over, and in his field of vision appeared a cultist; his body crystallized and shattered into a thousand pieces.
Not a drop of blood came out of his body; with great speed, he ran towards the other; the light reflection became much larger. Instead of being intense, it created a burning light; the light reflection went directly to the cultist's head, melting it like ice cream in summer.@@@@
With a dull thud, he fell to the ground; Matías gasped a bit, gritting his teeth hard trying to avoid the warm liquid rising in his throat and swallowed it forcefully. There were cracks that glowed in his hands; his expression was grim; he couldn't fully control his appearance. In fact, every time he used it for too long, his body suffered consequences.
On the other hand, he also heard the psychopathic laughter of the bastards, furrowing his brow, ignoring them, and staring intently at the boy. His breathing was very irregular, and his eyes turned red; he ran like a madman towards the two bastards, but there was a problem; he ran without any tactics in mind. In fact, he charged like a bull.
As the minutes passed, Matías's crystalline body filled with cracks; he was fighting without considering his own safety. On the other hand, the cultists kept adding fuel to the fire, mocking him. Time passed, and with it, Matías's strength. His mind was in chaos and clouded; he bowed his head, giving up.
The two cultists lunged towards him; Matías closed his eyes; as the blade was about to split Matías's head in half, the place became extremely dark. The darkness ran across the floor and consumed everything. The ground seemed to have no end. In seconds, a thin layer of darkness rose above the sky, covering the warm sunlight and the extremely cold air.
Shadows danced wildly in the strange place; the two bastards went on guard and looked in all directions, trying to find the intruder. Matías also opened his eyes surprised; a vague figure moved everywhere, doubling in each second that passed. Flames of darkness emerged from the ground; a pair of red eyes glowed cruelly, and it turned completely black. In seconds, the two heads rolled on the ground.
The darkness quickly contracted and disappeared; in the center, a figure stood erect; the dark flames descended from its hands and consumed the bodies of all five cultists. Matías was stunned and looked surprised at the deep red eyes staring at him intently.
The place fell completely silent. Matías felt a bit uncomfortable; the boy in front of him just stared at him without saying any words. With hesitation, Matías said, "Thank you for saving me," while making a small bow. The boy in front of him smiled and pulled out a green pearl. "First of all, get yourself healed," he said, handing the ball to Matías.
Matías thanked him again, took the ball in his hands, and slowly healed the wounds on his body.