Chapter 172: Compared to the Mirror-Corroding Duke, I think you’re worse.
Chapter 173: Compared to the Mirror-Corroding Duke, I think you’re worse.
“Steel of the Eternal World, eh… Hahaha, it seems My King has left behind quite a few good things for mortals.”
The Desolator’s sharp blade pressed down on the Soul Devouring Blade, its azure lightning coils constantly melting away the fiend’s claws and teeth, emitting a sizzling sound like meat roasting on a grill.
However, it had little effect on the Desolator. Even with true damage that could strike the soul directly, his ferocious face twisted in extreme pain, yet he managed to stay standing. He even spoke in a tone of ecstasy, “Hiss… Heh heh, what exquisite agony. It truly is a Godslayer weapon that ended the Mirror-Corroding Duke.”
Yonglan: “You haven’t seen the true Godslayer weapon yet.”
The standard form of the Soul Devouring Blade was already incredibly broken, but its true power lay in its liberated state. That was when it would unleash devastating attacks, the ultimate counter to Divinity.
Unfortunately, without sufficient Divinity fuel to consume, Yonglan was unwilling to unleash the Soul Devouring Blade’s true form.
However, Yonglan felt he wouldn’t need to liberate the Soul Devouring Blade to deal with the Desolator. After just a momentary exchange, he had a good grasp of the fiend’s strength.
Whether it had transformation forms or not was another matter, but its stats were clearly insufficient. He wasn’t sure if he had become stronger or if the opponent was genuinely weaker.
But that didn’t stop him from taunting: “You are even worse than the Mirror-Corroding Duke, I’d say.”
“Ha, is that so!”
The Desolator laughed instead of getting angry, bringing his other massive claw down.
Yonglan glanced back. The expeditionary force was slowly catching up, engaging in intense combat with the Savage Beast horde. With their sturdy fortresses and powerful cannons, they were holding the line and suppressing the beast swarm.
Although Yonglan had boasted about using the lives of the Demon Below Knights as currency, he didn’t particularly care about the lives of NPCs.
However, as a player, he was extremely obsessed with the battle damage ratio. No matter what kind of team he led, heavy casualties were unacceptable. If he were to engage in a fierce battle with the Desolator here, even the residual effects of the fight could destroy the fortress’s defenses and the Construct array.
Therefore, only one option remained.
Yonglan took the Desolator’s claw strike directly with his arm, his Soul Forged Armor shattering instantly.
But it didn’t matter. Yonglan used the recoil from his armor’s destruction to gain a temporary advantage, then mercilessly grabbed the Desolator by the throat. He lowered his knees slightly, then…
“Whoosh—”
Yonglan dragged the fiend’s body across the ground like a heavy plow tilling land.
He continued to drag the Desolator for a considerable distance until they were far behind the Savage Beast horde. It was only then that the fiend broke free.
The Desolator said calmly, “This should be far enough, right? Fight me with all you’ve got on your chosen battlefield!”
When facing heavenly fiends, there was no need to hold back. After the initial probing, it was time to go all out.
In battles of this caliber, deliberate combat techniques were becoming quite refined. Yonglan just needed to swing his sword, swing his sword, and swing his sword again.
He just needed to increase his speed, increase his speed, and increase his speed further. Empty his mind and let his muscle memory handle the fight.
Those on the expeditionary force’s flying fortress could only see the blinding afterimages of two powerful beings clashing at extreme speed.
A black-red pinpoint of light darted nimbly around a colossal black silhouette in the distance, each attack leaving a trail of sparks, scattering countless drops of foul blood and bodily fluids. The towering fiend swung its massive blade, attempting to swat the pinpoint down but failing each time.
“Is that all you can do?! Face me directly!”
Seemingly losing patience, the Desolator spread its wings, stirring up a gale. It no longer used its body to attack the agile Yonglan but rotated its scarlet eyes atop its head, staring directly at the rapidly moving warrior.
The instant Yonglan was locked onto, he felt a chilling tremor. He couldn’t think clearly; his body reacted before his mind.
He transformed into a series of afterimages, vanishing from the fiend’s sight.
It didn’t matter that the lock-on failed. The Desolator swept a claw horizontally across the ground, sending massive chunks of rock and soil flying into the sky from the cracking earth.
“Sizzle—”
Countless solidified light points gathered, and a sudden crimson beam of light swept across the sky, instantly turning the flying rocks into golden-red mist and molten lava, which enveloped the sky.
The entire sky was instantaneously shrouded by rapidly expanding golden-red gaseous lava and metallic fog. No matter how agile Yonglan was, he couldn’t escape this vast area in a few seconds and took a direct hit from an incredibly powerful high-heat metallic mist impact.
With a dull thud, Yonglan, clad in his still-burning Soul Forged Plate Armor, was sent flying backward out of the golden-red mist. The terrifying heat did not melt his armor, but it burned his flesh through the metal. Yonglan could only endure the pain, using the Breath of Immortality to recover as best he could.
The struggle continued. The fiend, with its expanded arsenal of attacks, was more difficult to deal with than before. Yonglan would occasionally see a light cannon beam that pierced the sky graze his side, scouring the plains and clouds, making the earth tremble. The sky itself was torn open by this crimson light cannon, leaving a deep wound.
Under such a relentless assault, even the recovery ability of the Breath of Immortality was struggling to keep up.
As expected, fighting a fiend alone was still too much. He really needed the advantage of a proper group assault.
Yonglan turned his head to look behind him. Enesyin and the others were valiantly holding back the endless tide of beasts to protect the expeditionary force’s mobile fortress. The Platinum-haired Dragon Maiden and the Lord of a Thousand Reds were struggling to break free.
The only one with the capacity to change the situation was Muge. The white-haired Wolf Kin was activating the Descendant of the Rushing Wolf’s Talent, constantly accelerating, and was expected to reach incredible speeds soon, breaking through the Savage Beast horde.
So, he just needed to hold on for a while longer. That wouldn’t be a problem, as Yonglan was surrounded by an endless horde of Savage Beasts.
Blood packs, come to me!
He didn’t even need to get close. With a casual sword strike, he slew a high-level Savage Beast, and the Ember Forge would automatically absorb the fallen beast’s soul and flesh for its use.
The Desolator witnessed this scene. Instead of being angered, he laughed heartily, “My children have been well taken care of… The soul-extraction technique, such cruel and beautiful slaughter. Very good, very good! Kill, kill!
Only through this can strength reign supreme! You kill my children, so I shall slaughter your citizens! Devour their flesh and extract their souls!”
“Bastard! Say that again?!”
Yonglan was instantly enraged. He couldn’t stand to hear such words. He exploded forward, grabbed the Desolator, and began to punch its face.
“You dare?!”
The Godslayer laughed presumptuously, “I won’t allow you to touch my people! Because I don’t allow it!”
