# 1623
Chapter 1623: The Melting Knight
An Qingyu gazed at the domain surrounding her. Those grey eyes flickered with a faint light, as if she were analyzing something.
Shen Qingzhu naturally understood her abilities and had no intention of giving her time. With a wave of his hand, a pair of grey arms emerged from the earth beneath her feet, firmly gripping her ankles.
At the same time, countless arms extended from these initial two, spreading frantically across An Qingyu's body. These arms writhed together like countless miniature wings, instantly devouring her entirely.
Under Shen Qingzhu's control, the arms wrapped into a cocoon, trapping An Qingyu inside. But in the next moment, the arms began剧烈的扭曲起来！
These arms were visibly deconstructed before his eyes, reorganizing into translucent glass that hardened and solidified. As a pale-white palm pressed against the glass surface from within, the entire cocoon exploded with a thunderous crash!
A black shadow burst forth from within!
Shen Qingzhu observed this with an expression devoid of any turmoil. He lifted the burning cigarette from his lips and flicked it gently.
A wisp of sparks fell to the ground in the dead, grey-white world, and all the air instantly ignited. A wall of flames hundreds of meters long rose from before him, directly engulfing the black shadow.
But as the figure within the flames fixed their gaze, the wall of fire collapsed eerily into countless grey ashes, drifting down over the ruins.
"So this is the power of the Gate of Truth…" Shen Qingzhu's expression grew solemn at this defiance of common sense.
An Qingyu drifted down from the grey rain onto the ground, and immediately the roar of motorcycles reached her ears. She turned to see several half-wrecked motorcycles racing toward her at breakneck speed. Most bizarrely, no one was riding these motorcycles—they seemed controlled by invisible hands, charging straight toward her.
An Qingyu focused her gaze. Beneath these motorcycles, she noticed large amounts of explosives had been strapped underneath.
It was as if she realized something. She raised her head toward the sky, where a boy of fifteen or sixteen was floating in the night sky like a conductor, waving his palms through the air. An invisible binding force surged onto An Qingyu's physical form.
Meanwhile, within the reflection of An Qingyu's grey eyes, she clearly saw a figure shrouded in smoke, short blade in hand, silently approaching her.
"More helpers."
An Qingyu observed this, a glint of light flashing in her eyes. From beneath her black robe, her hands slowly formed a strange seal.
Her target was Chloe, not wasting time here with Shen Qingzhu and the Ancestral God. If this continued, unless she once again exchanged with the Gate of Truth regardless of the consequences, her odds of victory weren't high.
Fortunately, she had prepared a contingency.
As the seal formed, An Qingyu's form visibly dimmed. Shen Qingzhu's brow furrowed tightly.
"Leaving already? Vice Captain An?"
"My target is not you." An Qingyu spoke calmly. "One day, we shall meet again."
Before the words even faded, a blade's gleam suddenly burst forth from the void behind An Qingyu!
Number 27 held the short blade, his form ghost-like as he lunged forward. The blade imbued with the laws of creation and destruction pierced straight through An Qingyu's heart position—the blade tip emerging from her chest!
But An Qingyu merely frowned, not a single drop of blood flowing.
Number 27's hand gripping the blade sensed the abnormality. He spoke in surprise:
"Where's your heart?"
An Qingyu offered no answer. As a faint glow flickered across her body, her form instantly transformed into countless grey-skinned rats that scattered in all directions, vanishing within the misty grey rain.
"Where did he go?" Wu Quan's figure descended from mid-air, asking.
"It seems he prepared a decoy in advance. A truly cautious fellow…" Shen Qingzhu dismissed the domain around him and sighed deeply. "This much, at least, hasn't changed at all."
Number 27 lowered his head, staring at his unstained blade. Beneath his hood, his brow furrowed tightly, as if deep in contemplation.
…
Before the church doors.
A grey-skinned rat emerged silently from the ruins. A flicker of light passed over it, and mist swirled around its form, gradually outlining a figure wrapped in a black robe.
An Qingyu raised her head to glance at the magnificent church beneath the rain curtain, then stepped forward, walking straight inside.
"Who goes there?!"
Beyond the church doors, the knight commander who had just finished a fierce battle spun sharply toward the entrance.
CRACK—!
A savage bolt of lightning tore through the gloomy rain curtain. The pale flash of thunder cast the shadow of the black-robed figure onto the sacred, magnificent wall.
Rainwater dripped from the hem of the black robe. The figure walked forward slowly, pushing back the hood to reveal a calm, young face.
Walking forward unhurriedly, those grey eyes swept over the three knight commanders with indifference.
"Obstruction."
Nearly simultaneously, the armor patterns on all three knight commanders lit up. The knight commander gripping the heavy sword charged out first, the blade cutting through the air with a low hum. A blinding bolt of lightning burst forth, transforming into a hundred-meter-long cross of thunder that crashed heavily toward An Qingyu's face!
An Qingyu's form vanished on the spot. The thunder cross pierced through the earth, demolishing the church doors along with a stretch of ruins in the distance, leveling everything.
The next instant, that ghostly shadow appeared behind the knight.
A palm pressed lightly against the surface of the armor. The patterns on the latter immediately dimmed, and the hard armor suddenly twisted together like a pretzel. The body within was likewise contorted, the sound of shattered bones echoing beneath the magnificent dome!
Exploding armor mixed with blood was scattered across the church. The long black robe was stained crimson as well.
In a single exchange, one knight commander had fallen to An Qingyu.
The other two knight commanders witnessed this scene, their eyes filling with horror. Before they could react, An Qingyu raised both hands simultaneously. A deep, gloomy grey light flickered in her eyes.
Analyze. Reconstruct.
Both knight commanders felt their bodies grow heavy, as if filled with lead, rooted to the spot. They looked down at their bodies beneath the armor—their flesh was bizarrely melting, like iron under high heat, dripping drop by drop into the inner walls of the armor.
Their pupils contracted violently. Instinctively they tried to reach for their armor to remove it, only to discover their hands had completely fused with the gauntlets. The moment they moved, a screeching sound of grinding steel rang out.
An Qingyu, draped in her black robe, walked toward them slowly. But at this point, they were already tormented by terror at the changes happening to their own bodies.
Slowly, even their thoughts dulled. Their movements grew increasingly sluggish. Had someone lifted their helmets now, they would have found their heads had melted into liquid, as if molten iron had been poured into the armor, completely fused with it.
A few seconds later, both knight commanders stood motionless, gripping their swords and shields like statues.