Chapter 740 Purgatory

Chapter 740 Purgatory

740 Purgatory

Michael had no idea how much time passed. He could only tell that his insides were torn apart and burned to a cinder. At least, that's what it felt like as the white flames flooded his body.

However, Michael was not the only one in pain. His Curse released a terrifying roar that resounded through his insides. Yet, instead of sounding menacingly, the Curse sounded in pain. Even the World Serpent wasn't much different. It hissed in pain and wiggled around as if trying to escape the white flames.

Michael could endure the pain. It tore him apart and threatened to kill him, but Michael was certain that he was familiar enough with pain to tell that he would survive. However, his brother was different. Even Danny's Living Soul was affected by the white flames. It was unclear how the white flames managed to enter the Soul Grimoire, but they arrived at the Living Soul of his brother. That filled Michael's heart with worry.

Danny's scream tore through Michael's mind, affecting him severely. Michael didn't even think twice as he allowed the Curse and the World Serpent to do whatever had to be done to get rid of the blazing flames. Even if it would cost him a few body parts, Michael would sacrifice them without hesitation as long as the World Serpent of the Curse could keep Danny safe and sound.

Every second felt like aeons as the pained screams swept through Michael's entire being, but Michael calmed down just a little as he sensed that the World Serpent was about to use the opportunity to emerge and kill the crimson-haired man.

In the meantime, the situation around Michael didn't remain idle. The others didn't remain idle as his pained scream swept through the surroundings. The War Priestess appeared before the crimson-haired man with her glaive ready to sweep down and be drenched in blood. The Chieftain was also there alongside the Matriarchs of the Zenovia household and the Seraph family.

They'd moved near simultaneously to stall the crimson-haired man and rescue Michael.

Crimson, the crimson-haired guy, noted the attackers and glared at the War Priestess with disgust. He didn't retrieve the Purgatory Flames that purified the corruption spreading through Michael. Instead, he lifted his other hand and manifested an Artifact. It was a simple-looking sword that didn't attract too much attention. The flickering flames engulfing Michael were much more apparent.

However, the Sword Artifact wasn't as simple as it looked like. Not in Crimson's hand, at least. He flicked and turned into a blur. Crimson disappeared from everyone's sight for a quarter of a second before he returned, his Sword Artifact drenched in blood.

The two women attempted to retreat, but the Purgatory Flames were faster. They arrived at the two women and began to burn the two women mercilessly. The flames expanded and were about to engulf the women when time slowed down.

The fabric of space was torn open next to Katharina Zenovia, and darkness gushed out of it. The darkness lunged at the Purgatory Flames, threatening to devour the women and engulf them. A fierce battle between the white Purgatory Flames and the darkness ensued. The Purgatory Flames looked like they were about to emerge victorious for a moment, but the darkness expanded as it drained the energy within the Purgatory Flames.

Katharina Zenovia and Giuliana Seraph slumped to the ground, their legs losing the last bits of energy residing within them. Their attention pulled to Michael, surrounded by tendrils of darkness that devoured the Purgatory Flames coating him.

He took a deep breath, and his legs were about to cave in after the last traces of the Purgatory Flames had been drained, but he didn't surrender to the desire to fall asleep. Instead, Michael materialized Archangel's Grace alongside Heavenly Realm to swiftly tend to his wounds.

He consumed thousands of SoulStar Fragments to tend to the Living Soul, which had been on the verge of burning into particles of ash and smoke. It was not enough to fully heal Danny, but the Living Soul was no longer in danger.

A heavy sigh escaped Michael, whose entire being was overflowing with anger and wrath. However, now Michael wasn't the only one angry. His Curse and the World Serpent were even angrier than Michael could ever be. Michael was, at least, capable of protecting himself with all his might. The Curse and the World Serpent were weakened drastically by being sealed within him.

Even the World Serpent couldn't tap into the full extent of its power while residing within Michael. However, manifesting its real body would attract too much attention. Beings it couldn't handle after being injured would come after it.

The World Serpent couldn't afford to show its true prowess.

Fortunately, that was not necessary.

Rescue had already come.