I will swear to protect the beauty with my life

Chapter 956 Sammer!!!

Maki Ikeuchi took Fang Wuwei away, and the surrounding temperature returned to normal in an instant. However, the lingering smell of burning in the air, the ashes on the floor, and the turmoil in everyone's hearts could not be calmed for a long time.

After the two disappeared, the others stood there dumbfounded, only Yuta's heavy breathing, caused by his depleted magic, could be heard. It took a while for everyone to come to their senses.

"elder brother!"

The first to react was Zhangye. She saw Fang Wuwei's battered body, his severed arm, and half of his face burned. Zhangye was terrified and immediately rushed to Yongtai, looking at him with a panicked expression, her eyes filled with helplessness and confusion.

However, Yuta's condition was not much better at this time. Due to the exhaustion of magic power, his body was completely exhausted. He was kneeling on the ground, panting heavily. When Zhangye helped him up, he lost his strength and fell straight into Zhangye's arms, panting heavily.

Seeing this, Zhangye was even more frightened. She hugged Yuta tightly, her fingertips unconsciously clutching the hem of his clothes, her voice trembling.

"What...what...what's going on...?"

When Fang Wuwei went to fight the Fire God, he confidently assured everyone that there would be no problem. Even if they were defeated inside, their lives in reality wouldn't be affected because they were in a dream world; at most, their spiritual bodies would suffer some damage and they would need to go to the Wings of Stone for treatment... But why... why did this happen...?

Zhangye, Liuhua, and the others were completely blank in their minds, then suddenly remembered that there was someone else, and they all looked at Senior Huixiang.

"Fennel! What's inside...?"

No... I don't know either...

Faced with Rikka's anxious questioning, Senior Fennel could only wave her hands repeatedly, her face a little pale, and hurriedly said that she knew nothing about it.

"Dongfang Jun wouldn't let me participate in the battle; he only protected me as a bridge connecting magical energy... I've been outside the whole time, and I know nothing about it..."

Just when everyone was in a panic, Maki Ikeuchi, who had disappeared, suddenly returned, but she looked very disheveled. When she returned with Flying Thunder God Technique, she lost her footing and fell to the ground. She didn't even get up in time, but gasped for breath.

"Maki!"

Maki Ikeuchi rolled over to stand up, but she wasn't in good condition. She was gripping her right wrist tightly with her left hand, and tears kept streaming down her cheeks.

"What...what exactly did you do in there...?"

Maki Ikeuchi's hand was billowing with thick smoke, emitting a strange smell of roasted meat. Upon closer inspection, the hand she had just grabbed Fang Wuwei was completely charred, with the skin a dark brown carbonized color, cracked on the surface, and even blackened muscles visible at the edges, making it a shocking sight.

"Damn... Master's body temperature is no different from a crematorium..."

Upon seeing this, Dansheng Valley immediately gasped, startled by Maki Ikeuchi's current injuries. He quickly went to her side and used his elven magic to heal her. With the pain-relieving effect of the magic, Maki felt much better, her tense body finally relaxed slightly, and her breathing gradually became steady.

"Where did you place it?!"

It wasn't until Maki Ikeuchi returned that Dark Flame Dragon spoke, his heart heavier than ever before. The changes that had occurred in Fang Wuwei gave him a very bad premonition.

Could it be that Sammer launched a counterattack before his death?

"I...I initially brought Master home, intending to put him back into the Stone Wing...but...but the Stone Wing wouldn't accept him, which means the Stone Wing believes Master wasn't injured..."

Maki Ikeuchi's breathing gradually calmed down, not because her injuries had healed, but because the pain had subsided. The healing magic of Danbu Valley had analgesic effects, and gradually, the pain returned to a tolerable level, which relieved Maki Ikeuchi.

"Later, my master's body temperature got so high that it almost burned down his house, so I... I threw him into the river."

"Throw it into the river!?"

"Yes...the river in our city..."

Maki Ikeuchi had her plan in mind. She didn't know what was wrong with Fang Wuwei, but his high body temperature was definitely not a good sign. Since Shi Zhiyi didn't think Fang Wuwei was injured, it meant he was still healthy. All she had to do was lower his temperature. She could wait for her master to wake up and explain things to him, and figure out a solution herself. It was much better than her messing around with things.

This startled Zhang Ye, who turned pale. Throwing an unconscious person into the river? Fang Wuwei was the Thunder God, not the river god who could pull out golden and silver axes!

"Don't...don't worry about the camphor leaf sauce, it won't drown Master..."

Maki Ikeuchi forced a bitter smile, but Dark Flame Dragon's mood remained heavy.

"Once my magic power recovers, take me to see it for myself..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Dark Flame Dragon's words caught in his throat, unable to come out. He felt a strong divine power calling from afar, which instantly spread throughout the entire world.

That was an elemental call, a resonance with the authority of the elemental gods...

Then, a gasp came from the butler behind them, drawing everyone's attention. The flames in the fireplace in the hall began to flicker unnaturally. Then, the flames, along with the flying sparks, broke free from the firewood and melted a hole in the fireplace's blast-proof glass, drifting away into the distance.

This scene left everyone dumbfounded.

"Little brat..."

"hold head high?"

"Is that direction... the river?"

"...It seems that it really is true."

Such scenes are playing out throughout the city, the country, and even the world. Countless flames break away from their original source and drift slowly in a certain direction, resembling countless sky lanterns floating in the night sky.

People celebrating Christmas Eve thought it was some kind of grand event. The night sky was illuminated by countless flying flames and lights, and the sky lanterns slowly floated away. They were still marveling at the beauty below and took out their phones to take pictures to commemorate the occasion.

Seeing this, Dark Flame Dragon's expression softened somewhat, from intense bewilderment to simple confusion, then astonishment, and finally a relieved smile.

"Worship and celebration... That kid actually has some skill... No wonder he's him..."

He had already seen through it; this was the initiation ceremony of the God of Fire. The flames were celebrating the new god's coronation, just as Fang Wuwei had become the God of Thunder before... The fact that it came from Fang Wuwei meant that Fang Wuwei had stripped the position of God of Fire from Sammer and placed it on his own head, attempting to seize his divine authority.

So that's how it is. No wonder he said he could kill Sammer; such an action could indeed sever the bond between the Primal Sacred Flame and Sammer...

The idea of ​​a single individual inheriting multiple divine positions and offices is unprecedented and theoretically impossible, but since it has happened to Fang Wuwei, Dark Flame Dragon is willing to believe that he will succeed.

Then, countless points of fire in the night sky converged in mid-air at a certain point, bursting into even brighter flames that tore through the darkness of the night and illuminated the entire city as if it were daytime.

Immediately afterwards, the flames began to change shape continuously, softening, rolling, and solidifying in mid-air, finally forming a huge ring with twelve flame spikes extending from its edge, woven from pure flames, radiating light.

"Vulcan Corona..."

The Dark Flame Dragon recognized it: the symbol of the Fire God. This meant he truly...

The corona of Vulcan seemed to be merely announcing the birth of a new god to the world in a grand manner, before it withdrew its light and flames, suddenly shrank and sank, disappearing completely, and the strange fire phenomena in the world also subsided.

"What...is this...?"

"No...it's nothing, everything is taken care of."

For the first time, the Dark Flame Dragon felt so relaxed, and he could even hear obvious joy in its voice. He gently shook his head.

Hearing Dark Flame Dragon say that, Zhang Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief. His tense nerves went limp, and he sat down weakly, his heart filled with countless lingering fears.

By this time, Yuta had also recovered some of his magic power thanks to the continuous magical energy transfer from Rikka and the others, and regained his ability to move his body independently, no longer needing anyone's help.

"No...no problem, right...?"

"Correct."

Hearing what Dark Flame Dragon said and seeing the look in Dekomori Matsuo's eyes, the butler, who had been waiting by the fireplace, took out a match from his pocket and relit the fireplace.

The room temperature has dropped a bit; we need to light all these fireplaces first...

But just as the match was thrown into the fireplace and sparks flew, those sparks suddenly began to grow rapidly, and raging flames erupted instantly, as if they had been doused with gasoline, and almost engulfed the entire fireplace.

This startled the butler of the Tokugawa family, who was standing nearby. He took a few steps back, staring at the fireplace in shock. However, the flames did not spread out of control. Instead, they continued to surge out, detached from their source and suspended in mid-air. The flames that had detached from the fireplace flowed and condensed in mid-air, outlining the contours of limbs, torso, and head, and finally transformed into a human figure. When the flames subsided, the figure beneath was revealed, which was Fang Wuwei.

But the Fang Wuwei who has appeared now is very different from what they knew.

At this moment, Fang Wuwei sported a head of hair as fiery as flowing fire, the ends of which moved without wind, sparkling with tiny sparks. He wore a pale gold linen robe, with tiny flames constantly leaping, extinguishing, and regenerating along the edges of the robe. A long, crimson cloth was wrapped around his chest as if it were alive, with one end hanging naturally behind him. He looked just like an ancient bard.

The most eye-catching feature was the Vulcan corona floating behind him. It was much smaller and no longer blocked out the sky as before. It was quietly floating behind him, radiating a warm and majestic glow and heat wave.

At this moment, Fang Wuwei exuded an inhuman, divine aura.

"I never expected you to be so capable..."

Yuta muttered to himself in amazement when he saw Fang Wuwei's new outfit. As the body of the Dark Flame Dragon God, he had watched the entire battle, and with what the Dark Flame Dragon had just said, he quickly understood what had happened.

But the smile on Dark Flame Dragon's lips vanished the moment he met Fang Wuwei's gaze.

Not right.

Why... is there hatred in those eyes? No, something's not right...

"Dark Flame Dragon..."

Fang Wuwei's gaze remained fixed on the Dark Flame Dragon on Yuta's shoulder. He then murmured something in a calm voice, which caused the Dark Flame Dragon's dark flames to suddenly freeze, and its entire body to sound alarm bells.

In that instant, Dark Flame Dragon realized that the body inside him was not Fang Wuwei himself.

"?! What... Sammer!!!!?!"

Without a moment's hesitation or time to think, the Dark Flame Dragon forcefully seized Yuta's body, instantly entering the Dark Flame Dragon God state at the cost of physical injury.

Fang Wuwei in front of him had also made a move, suddenly raising his arm and clenching it into a fist. Pure, crimson divine fire, untouched by any abyss pollution, burst forth from his fist, and he fiercely punched towards the face of the Dark Flame Dragon God.