ATPnovel Chapter 104 Your shield is no different from two layers of paper folded together.
Chapter 104 Your shield is no different from two layers of paper folded together.
Chapter 104 Your shield is no different from two layers of paper folded together.
A blinding red light flashed suddenly, clearing away a large area of icy mist.
Elena was momentarily lost in thought, then subconsciously narrowed her eyes.
"careful.....
Before he could finish speaking, the beam of red light was already close to Modi.
He did nothing but stand there, looking in the direction from which the red light was coming.
The red light was incredibly close, but in the next moment, it was reflected and scattered by countless tiny ice crystals in the air.
The deathly energy of the Styx swirls around the ice crystals, forming a unique rotating arrangement.
The heat energy in the laser is absorbed, and the multi-layered ice crystals continuously melt and disappear, only to be regenerated again, blocking the path of the red light.
What was originally a very thin beam of light suddenly expanded to the thickness of a bucket, with a faint bluish-purple halo appearing at the edges.
Finally, he completely disappeared before Mordy's eyes.
A beam of red laser light seemed to have been erased from thin air by him.
Throughout the entire ordeal, Modi never made a move; only the [Styx Law] intervened.
The Law detected the laser strike, automatically allocated computing power, invoked its ice-controlling instincts, created a spell model, and released it.
Mordi had never used this spell before, and there was no corresponding data in the wet array; it was entirely deduced by the law itself.
The law automatically names it and stores the spell, named [Ice Crystal Scattering Mirror Array], in its treasury, eliminating the need for derivation when it is cast in the future.
A fierce wind arose, the icy mist dissipated, and four figures surrounded the bronze giant. One of them clapped his hands and praised:
"As expected of the Dragon Slayer Mormontis, he can block the heat beam with ease."
Roderick clapped his hands in admiration, the wind swirling around him, the storm barrier protecting him from the chill.
Beside him stood three leaders, all wearing malicious smiles.
In the very center, the bronze giant, though pierced by the lightning spear, has now had its wound largely healed.
It was spewing steam, its gaze fixed menacingly.
Four Four-Seal Transcendent Beings, and one Brass Giant comparable to a Five-Seal Transcendent Being.
This is the top-tier combat strength of this team.
As for the remaining first and second-level superhumans and ordinary soldiers, they are not a concern, as they were already severely injured when the lightning spear struck.
"Times are moving too fast. I've only been gone a short time, and already a batch of fourth-generation seals have appeared..."
No, the power within them isn't pure; it's mixed with the aura of dragons.
Modi instantly realized that these four people were four seals formed by dragon blood.
He almost thought he was falling behind the version updates of the continent of Itniti.
It seems the resurrected dragons are gaining power even faster—no, it should be said they're recovering, since they already possessed that power to begin with.
He glanced at the four people; he knew the other two, but not the two he didn't know.
That female dark elf, Olivia, is the matriarch who rules the entire Shadowblade family.
She was inherently violent, capricious, and had an extreme aversion to male creatures... In short, she was a madwoman.
As for Archbishop Roderick of the Church of the Dragons, he was a good match for Olivia, because he was a complete madman.
In the original storyline, he was the only son of a noble family in Frost Territory, with amazing talent, and became an extraordinary person at a young age.
When the red dragon Fianna breached Frostfire Territory, he was captivated by the red dragon's human form and sided with her, turning his blade against the civilians he was supposed to protect.
In retrospect, he did join the Dragon Worship Cult, and his personality is similar; he likes to treat people like toys.
"He should be killed." Modi summarized simply.
Roderick's gaze swept past Mordi and landed on Elena, his eyes still burning with desire.
"You're very good, but unfortunately, I prefer the person next to you. I wonder if you can bear the pain..."
"If you don't understand something, don't say it in front of me."
Before he could finish speaking, Modi stepped forward, his Dragon Hunter Spear wreathed in ice and lightning, transforming back into a spiral spear that hurtled towards him like lightning.
boom!
A violent burst of ice and lightning erupted, but was blocked by a shield.
Roderick's Storm Barrier, combined with the magical protection activated by the Brass Giant, actually stopped the Spiral Spear.
The spear spun rapidly, almost piercing a hole in the barrier.
"Ah, it seems you are a Four Seals [Frost] type transcendent, but are you a mage? Or a knight? Could it be...?"
Roderick smiled, seemingly at ease, but his smile froze the next moment.
Because Modi appeared in front of the barrier at some unknown time, holding the spear shaft under his ribs, and thrust it forward suddenly.
The storm dissipated, the magic vanished, and the double-layered shield shattered instantly.
The spiraling spear, still brimming with momentum, carried ice and lightning as it thrust towards Roderick.
"Your shield is no different from two sheets of paper folded in half."
The spear pierced the abdomen of the Archbishop of the Dragon Cult, then swept towards Olivia, smashing the dark elf who couldn't dodge in time into the ground.
The two leaders standing nearby could see clearly that the Shadow Blade Mistress in the pit had obviously been smashed in half at the waist.
Before they could react, the brass giant had already taken action.
Its torso joints rotated, causing its fist to swing out and slam heavily towards Modi.
As the situation changed, Elena, who had been staring blankly, suddenly noticed the bronze giant making a move and immediately unleashed her Dragon Roar, drawing her sword and advancing forward.
Mortisia followed closely behind, speaking in dragon language, and her spirit fire gathered into a beam, shooting towards the two leaders who suddenly reacted.
The brass fist slammed down, about to crush two cakes with one punch.
That's too late.
Elena's heart sank, and she was shocked to see Mordred turn around and strike with his sword at an almost impossible speed.
The Frostbite Greatsword clashed violently with the Brass Fist, the heavy blade exploding with ice and lightning.
Having drunk the blood of the ancient gods and received the blessing of the Red Dragon King, Frostbite was not blasted with a fist imprint like Dragonbite.
Instead, it deflected the descending brass fist in one fell swoop.
The whole process was no different from swatting a fly.
The ice and lightning erupting from the sword surged toward the brass giant, enveloping its entire body, flowing through the gaps between its outer armor to its joints, and seeping into its body.
The red light in the brass giant's eyes dimmed, and it froze in place, no longer moving.
"These ancient dwarf artifacts all have a control matrix inside their bodies, and only a weak electrical current can paralyze them."
As Mordy explained to Elena, he swung his spear, sending Roderick flying.
Roderick's body fell to the ground like a broken doll, completely losing his previous elegance and composure.
His head was spinning; he couldn't understand how the situation had taken such a dramatic turn in just two or three seconds.
How could this be? I am someone who has received the blessing of dragon blood, how could I possibly be defeated by him?
He was completely flustered and struggled to get up.
Modi then looked at the two leaders, who had just dodged the attacking spiritual fire and were now meeting his gaze.
He grinned: "The moment our eyes meet, a fight is inevitable."
The goblin was startled, realizing that several soldiers had appeared beside him without his noticing.
"What, what did you do?" He was about to question them sharply when he saw the soldiers give him a strange smile.
Without any communication, they still swarmed him in perfect unison, hacking at him with knives.
"You...traitors!"
The burly goblin was both shocked and enraged. He swung his spiked club, trying to smash the soldiers' heads open.
To his surprise, the soldiers did not flinch or dodge; even when the spiked clubs struck them, they used their own knives to inflict wounds on him.
"How are you feeling? How are you feeling?"
The soldiers spoke in a strange unison, their voices rising and falling, "Just a minor injury..." The burly goblin, enraged and embarrassed, tried to retort, but the wound began to widen on its own, showing signs of worsening.
"Didn't you need a seedbed? I've turned you into a seedbed, are you satisfied now?"
The soldiers whose heads had been smashed laughed, and streaks of blood crawled out from their bodies, still surrounding the goblin.
As the blood flows, the blood shadow reveals a new face.
There are men and women, old and young.
A beautiful white-haired girl covered her mouth and chuckled. With a slight raise of her hand, countless blood spikes shot out from the corpse, piercing through the goblin's body.
Beside him, an old man congealed blood into a knife and swung it down at him.
A flash of blood, and he felt a lightness in his body, as if something was missing.
The burly goblin shakily raised his hands and touched his head, but found nothing.
The neck, where the head should be, was completely empty.
Only then did his soul realize that his head had exploded.
The fourth mark formed from dragon blood couldn't save him. If he had a mark formed from flesh and blood authority like Modi, he might have had a chance to survive.
But he didn't, and the marks on his body weren't enough to save his life.
Thus, his soul fell into the River Styx, and his body became the breeding ground for the blood plague.
Another leader of the forces, a male dark elf, was struggling against Elena's greatsword.
Meanwhile, behind them, a blood-red crack stretched out, like a wound on the surface of the world, from which a monster continuously gushed out pus.
The scarlet-skinned demon soldiers swung their blades, showing no regard for whether their enemies were humans, dark elves, or goblins.
They know only one thing: to offer their rituals to the enemy, in the form of killing.
"Show our enemies the respect they deserve." Bazett stood before the crevice, watching the scene with satisfaction.
The troops brought by Roderick were routed; some died, some fled, and those who continued to resist were quickly suppressed by the demons.
The situation is getting worse and worse, and as the only remaining leader, the dark elves are starting to consider retreating.
He forced Elena back with a single sword strike, and as he prepared to deal with the next move, he discovered that the enemy had not pursued him for some reason.
He realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to escape.
Before he could even carry out his escape plan, suddenly, he felt a heat on his back and saw two bloody, mangled arms.
These two arms are unusually thick, and because the skin is gone, the blood-red muscles underneath are clearly visible.
With clearly defined muscle texture and large, orderly blood vessels, it's immediately obvious that the owner of the arm is strong and powerful.
"Don't you like strong men? I've sent him to you."
Hearing a voice he didn't recognize, the dark elf turned around in terror and saw a headless corpse embracing him.
The body was covered in blood and gore, with goosebumps all over its body. Many of the sores burst as the two of them embraced, leaving the body covered in yellowish-green pus.
"This isn't the kind of burly man I like!" The dark elf struggled desperately to break free from the embrace.
But the consequence of this was that the goblin corpse clung to him tighter and tighter.
Until he is stuffed into the chest cavity, until the two become one.
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