Chapter 142: Purifying the Crystal

  But the Minotaur's speed was far from being able to outrun Han Jin's pursuit, and with just one stride, Han Jin caught up from behind. The giant axe in his hand drew a trail of afterimages in the air, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound as it slashed diagonally towards the back of the Minotaur's head.

  As he heard the strange noise behind him, the Minotaur subconsciously turned his head while running, only to see a huge axe blade. He was so frightened that he wanted to raise his axe to resist, but the joints of his arm had been numbed by Han Jin's incredibly strong force, making it impossible for him to make any evasive movements. The next moment, Han Jin's giant axe chopped into its body, splitting it into two segments from head to shoulder.

  At this time, the Minotaur around only reaction, but let Han Jin unexpected is, in their leader death after they actually did not scatter, but blood red eyes roar towards Han Jin.

  Looking at the oncoming Minotaur, Han Jin smiled wryly. His strength was still not enough. It had taken him a great deal of effort to defeat the previous Minotaur warrior, and his entire body ached terribly, with his chest and abdomen churning with qi and blood. If he were to exchange a few more blows, it might be Han Jin who would end up fleeing.

  Two battle-axes crossed, chopping down towards Han Jin. Han Jin's right hand held a giant axe, taking a slight step back, his left hand fluttered like a butterfly, and two fire talismans shot out at an incredibly fast speed, smashing into the faces of the two ox-headed men.

  The distance was too close, and the two Minotaurs didn't have time to react at all. Moreover, they thought Han Jin was just a warrior and never expected him to release magic. By the time they saw the flames, it was already too late.

  Boom... boom...... Two loud explosions, the two Minotaurs wrapped in flames flew out and fell to the ground motionless, while the flames continued to burn, filling the air with a strong smell of roasted meat.

  Anyone with eyes can see that it's absolutely not a big fireball. A big fireball would have gone out quickly after the explosion, but the Taurus people couldn't see it and they just paused for a moment before swarming up again.

  Han Jin's right hand danced like a windmill, swinging the massive axe that weighed over 100 kilograms with ease, despite having consumed a considerable amount of physical energy. His left hand occasionally released a fire talisman, but he no longer needed these low-level talismans anyway, so it was just as well to use them all up at once!

  That group of Minotaurs grew more and more terrified as they fought, to be honest, they weren't afraid of the giant axe in Han's hand, but the massive fireball that could be released without any chanting made them feel fear from the bottom of their hearts. If it were an ordinary magician releasing an attack, at least they would have a certain amount of reaction time, but Han was releasing magic during close combat! That terrifying hand was waving right in front of their eyes, and with just a bit more movement, he could give them a slap on the ear. At such a short distance, even if they knew clearly that the opponent was going to release magic, they couldn't dodge or block it.

  Han Jin appeared very calm, backing away while fighting, and when he retreated more than 20 meters, there were already over a dozen corpses of the Minotaur-like creatures on the street, and their offensive was becoming increasingly disorganized and discouraged.

  Just then, a golden light shot over from afar, followed by an overwhelming pressure that made one's heart palpitate. The remaining Minotaurs were stunned for a moment before letting out a loud roar and turning around to flee desperately into the distance.

  Guevara had taken off his helmet, standing calmly on the spot, looking up and down at Han Jin, with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, asking: "Not hurt?"

  Han Jin smiled: "If it comes to escaping with one's life, there shouldn't be many people who can surpass me."

  The two people didn't care about the fleeing cow-headed man, as if they had seen nothing and nothing had happened. He was just a small fry after all.

  Guevara also smiled: "Little guy, great potential, didn't think you could really disrupt their formation."

  "Cough..." Han Jin coughed once.

  "Oh, it's Mr. Raphael."

  Han Jin had no way to deal with Gwala, he couldn't win a fight against him, and as his senior, he couldn't afford to be rude. He glanced in the direction where Gwala came from, only to see soldiers of the Jiguang Army chasing after the defeated remnants of Hei Ya Cheng. Then, he saw Lang Ning rushing towards them from afar, and suddenly remembered that he had been so engrossed in his fight with the Minotaur earlier that he almost forgot about searching for the Purification Crystal.

  "There shouldn't be any problem here, Mr. is going with me to find that Prede, or..." Han Jin asked.

  "What? Have you lost confidence in facing a Dark Magic user?" Gwala seemed to be in a good mood now, and was even making fun of Han Jin.

  Han Jin shrugged: "How could that be? But if Mr. Yu takes action himself, he can guarantee that nothing goes wrong and also save some time."

  Hearing Han Jin say this, Gwala, who also knew that time was pressing, put away his smile and nodded.

  Han Jin took Che Guevara in the direction indicated by the cow-headed man, rushing quickly along the way. They also encountered several groups of resisting guards on the road, but they didn't have the mood to entangle with the enemy, and of course, the enemy was even less in the mood to entangle with this old and young pair. Soon, Han Jin and Che Guevara arrived at the central square of the city.

  Several Minotaurs rushed over from the other side, saw Han Jin and Guevara, and then rushed in the opposite direction. Han Jin chased after one of them, kicked him to the ground, and then bent down to ask softly: "Where is the altar?"

  "Right, right under the square." It seems that this Minotaur has been scared out of his wits. After being caught by Han Jin, he was trembling and cowering there, without any intention of resisting.

  "Where is the entrance?"

  "In that palace over there." The Minotaur pointed with his hand at a nearby palace.

  Han Jin looked around, the palace covers at least thousands of square meters, then frowned and asked: "Do you know the exact location? If you do, hurry up and take us there, if you want to keep your life!"

  The Minotaur shook even more violently: "G-great one, I haven't been inside the altar either, I really don't know, it seems like there's an entrance over there, but it should be sealed."

  "Take us with you." Han Jin grabbed the back of the cow-headed man and lifted him up.

  At the other end of the square, there was indeed a staircase extending downward. Walking out for over ten meters, in front of him stood a tightly closed large gate. Han Jin pushed it with his hand, but the gate made of metal casting was very heavy and seemed to be stuck by something inside, unable to be opened.

  Guevara didn't say a word, raised the spear in his hand and thrust it forward. A pure golden light burst forth, shining so brightly that people couldn't open their eyes. Then came an earth-shaking roar, smoke billowed everywhere, the ground shook violently, rocks and dust fell from above like hailstones, and Han Jin instinctively covered his head with both arms.

  In an instant, everything returned to calmness. Guevara was still as calm and composed as ever, but the rifle in his hand had been twisted out of shape. Han Jin had almost turned into a dusty figure, with thick dust hanging from his body, even his hair had changed color. He was frantically brushing himself off, unable to help it. Who made him not have any aura protection? And he couldn't release his earth escape just because of this little thing, he wasn't qualified for such luxury yet. All he could do was glare at Guevara with a resentful gaze.

  With a "boom", Han Jin turned around, and to his amusement, he found that the Minotaur had been knocked unconscious by Guevara's lightning-fast strike. The two iron doors were already blasted open, with one half still intact and the other half leaning against the wall at an angle.

  "Let's go." Guevara threw away the war gun that had been deformed by a huge force and walked down first.

  Han Jin followed closely behind and walked down, seeing that Guevara no longer had a weapon in his hand. Han Jin quickly took two steps forward and handed over the giant axe in his hand: "Sir, use mine."

  Guevara walked and glanced at Han Jin, but didn't take the axe, smiling: "What's with that look? Think I'm old? Just a little law enforcement, no need to be so tense."

  "Of course not, I just think it would be more convenient with a weapon." Han Jin explained.

  "In this Zaganos, there are only a few people who can force me to use my weapons." Gwala said proudly: "As for that dark system magician, he doesn't even have the qualifications!"

  Seeing Guevara so confident, Han Jin felt it was no good to say anything more and followed at Guevara's side.

  The underground palace was very large, but it was different from the maze-like one that Han Jin had seen before. A wide and spacious main road ran through the entire palace, and along the way, Han Jin casually grabbed a evil eye and asked, as long as he followed this main road, he could reach the altar.

  In the depths of the palace, Prayd sat calmly on a high altar, with a large crystal placed in front of him on the sacred table. In fact, almost everyone had already fled from this underground palace, but Prayd did not leave, not because he was reluctant to part with this place, but because he knew clearly that even if he escaped to the surface, he would still be unable to escape Black Crow City.

  Moreover, the most important thing is that to lift the curse, one must use a purification crystal, and for ordinary people, it's impossible to have even heard of such a crystal, let alone use it. Therefore, Prayd believes that as long as those people don't know how to use the purification crystal, they won't harm themselves, and thus will have a chance to survive.

  At last, Han and Che saw the altar at the end of the road, while Priddy also saw them.

  Although he only saw two people, he had already felt the enormous pressure on Guevara from a distance. However, he remained calm and unmoving, for the more formidable the visitor was, the more importance they attached to the curse, and the greater his chances of survival.

  The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, suddenly, Prade seemed to have seen something terrifying, his eyes widened, and he stood up from his seat in a fluster.

  "You..." Prade's hand trembled as he pointed forward, but his words were left unspoken.

  "It was you." Guevara said calmly, but the coldness revealed in his eyes showed his current mood.

  "Sir, do you know him?" Han Jin asked in surprise.

  "Haha, of course I know him. In these years in Nuremberg, he has taken good care of me." Guevara's cold laughter echoed through the empty hall, his tone filled with a deep-seated hatred.

  "How can you still be alive?" Pried's expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

  "You thought I was dead? Well, that's a disappointment." Guevara said with a mocking gaze at Prede.

  Pride's finger pointing at Guevara was still trembling, and unlike before, his lips were now also starting to tremble, looking extremely tense.

  As he spoke, Che Guevara's footsteps never stopped, slowly moving towards the altar. Just when there were more than 20 meters away from the altar, a golden light suddenly burst out of Che Guevara's body, and his whole person drew a trail of afterimages in the air, rushing to the altar with lightning speed.

  At the same time, a magic wand also appeared abruptly in Prada's trembling hand, which was grayish white all over and looked like it had been around for ages.

  A huge black sphere suddenly appeared at the top of the magic wand and swiftly flew towards Gwala, then Prayd's foot moved slightly, a fence made of steel pillars as thick as an arm fell from the air, just falling between him and Gwala, dividing the entire hall into two parts.

  Engulf?! Che Guevara couldn't help but be shocked, quickly dodging the black sphere. The black ball grazed Che's body and crashed into the ground, instantly, the hard ground seemed to have met a block of ice on fire, rapidly dissolving into a large hole.

  Guevara's expression turned serious, Prayd could actually cast such high-level magic instantly? But soon Guevara reacted and realized that Prayd had pretended to be terrified, even trembling his lips, just to cover up the fact that he was secretly reciting an incantation.

  "Haha……" Pride let out a laugh, but his laughter was filled with a desolate tone. He had originally wanted to use lifting the curse as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the other party, at least to save his own life. Who would have thought that the one who arrived was Gwala? His heart sank like ice, wanting Gwala to forget the past days and nights, to forget the hatred between them - that was completely an illusion!

  "Guevara, it's all... Zagunov made me do it, you can't blame me!" Prid said with a helpless tone, making his final effort.

  "You think this thing can stop me?" Guevara sneered, tapping the railing in front of him with his hand.

  Che Guevara did not respond to his plea, and Prede was truly desperate. However, a fierce glint suddenly flashed in his eyes, he turned around, raised his magic wand, and a large fireball appeared out of thin air, flying straight towards the purification crystal. Since they would definitely die anyway, they might as well take all the cursed people with them!