635: Chapter 598 I Have Teammates!
(2/3) 635: Chapter 598 I Have Teammates!
(2/3) Within ten seconds of the rapid exchange, Ian had slain Viscount Avak twice, but he was far from relieved.
Because he had already guessed the principle of the Viscount’s resurrection, he also knew that the number of tis the opponent could be resurrected was probably in the hundreds, if not thousands…
What’s more, as the Viscount’s mastery of the Dead River Armant deepened, along with the full recovery of his strength, his power only grew greater.
There was now a bloody gash on the palm of Ian’s sword-wielding hand, and both his shoulders and spine felt numb, only for the Ghostly Regeneration Core to nd the wounds…
If it weren’t for his foundation as a Rock Cast Knight, he might have fallen into disadvantage during those few seconds and hundreds of full-force sword clashes.
Of course, in the end, it was his superior skills that prevailed, albeit by a narrow margin.
“What power?!”
At this mont, however, it was Viscount Awak, resurrected for the second ti, whose heart was filled with terror: “I used the Dead River Armant, and even raised my fusion control rate to 78%, yet I still can’t defeat him in direct combat?”
“The Deceased Monarch can’t possibly be this powerful!”
Or could it be that this second Deceased Monarch was inherently in perfect harmony with the Dao of the Deceased?
With this thought, the rage in his heart began to swell abnormally.
Cursed Adalbert, if it weren’t for that soft-hearted fool’s imprudent rescue of the souls of those naless subjects, the people of Avak Domain would not have died so tragically…
As the pilot domain, the plan was for everyone in Avak Domain to die peacefully in their sleep, their souls entering the Domain of Void and becoming his subjects—the true first Deceased Monarch!
He had been so good to the people of Avak Domain for decades, also to help them avoid an impending doom, the Lost Souls would surely understand him…
It was all Adalbert’s fault, that damn bastard!
Now, he couldn’t even beco the second Deceased Monarch, unable to compete?!
Just now, it was just that the Dead River Armant had not yet fully integrated, soon, very soon, he would be able to wield the power of this final plan…
Dead River Unification, the power of the Lord of Lost Souls!
“Indeed, abandoning one’s own body to turn the souls of other living beings into ‘nourishnt’ and ‘material’ for repairing one’s own soul…”
And at that mont, as Ian raised his hand, the cold light flickering along his blade and the Spirit Energy Radiance in the Ghost Valley Knight’s eyes reflected off each other.
He spoke solemnly, “The Dead River Armant…
is a war weapon activated by using people’s souls and tears as fuel, a most vile armant!”
Although he said this, Ian was actually relieved in his heart.
He had thought that a design based on the ‘Deceased Monarch’ as a frawork would not be short of selfishness—Fiery Fla Land’s sense of morality had finally returned to the level he was familiar with.
Clearly, the principle of the Dead River Armant was also realized through the special structure of Artificial Souls.
It could turn the souls of all the deceased into a part of its own strength, and even make those souls the currency of its own life.
As long as there was a quantity of Lost Souls, the pilot of the armant would never die, only consuming the souls stored within the armant to resurrect the pilot once again.
Since the Spirit Substance and Origin Quality are essentially one and the sa, the Dead River Armant can convert Spirit Substance into Origin Quality, repairing the soul as simply as if fixing an inanimate object, easily achieving ‘resurrection’!
Compared to the ‘Deceased Monarch,’ which turns itself into a refuge for protecting the Lost Souls, the essence of the Blood River Armant is to use countless Lost Souls as its armor of resurrection to protect itself from harm!
Even, it’s not just that…
because of the fundantal unity of Spirit Substance and Origin Quality, the Dead River Armant does not require the pilot to be strong or to have any ideological consensus in order to easily et the basic conditions for a ‘Heartlight Body’ and condense the Primal Aether.
Every ti the pilot is resurrected, they rge with the strength of other souls, becoming stronger themselves!
The sa frawork, but two different designs.
And it must be admitted that, in terms of sheer tenacity, the Dead River Armant is stronger than the Deceased Monarch…
At least, the Deceased Monarch doesn’t have a second life.
And Ian had seen that the most dangerous ti for the Dead River Armant would probably be when the pilot was down to their last life…
At that ti, the pilot, having rged all the Lost Souls’ fuel, would likely far surpass the Deceased Monarch in sheer strength!
“”
But no matter what equipnt or inheritance, the most important thing is the person operating it.
“—Who exactly is this person?!”
On the other side, Viscount Awak’s heart was filled with shock.
He couldn’t figure out where such a naless, unknown master had co from, and how he managed to guess the core principle of the highly classified Dead River Armant project in an instant.
If it were possible that Adalbert could still obtain a pardon from the Duke based on his own abilities and be just imprisoned in the Shadow Prison, then this kind of person must be eliminated at all costs!
But for Viscount Awak, who had already died twice, to continue fighting hand-to-hand with Ian was not sothing he had the courage for at the mont.
After reviving once more, he retreated rapidly, raising his hand in the process, and instantly, a dense blood-colored fog appeared on both the ground and the sky.
The crimson fog covered the sky and the earth, the light refracted and twisted by the haze, giving rise to eerie and terrifying colors.
And in such a nearly impenetrable fog, fully ard knights and soldiers’ phantasms began to erge, an apparently infinite number of blood-colored phantasms coalesced into form in the blink of an eye.
In just a single breath, Ian’s eyes could see nothing but the Phantom Legion!
“What is this?”
Just as he was preparing to readjust the controls and charge back to tangle with Viscount Awak, Ian was startled, “You can summon a Phantom Legion too?
Well, it’d be weird if you couldn’t.”
Not only that, but from the fortress beneath Viscount Awak, suddenly windows flew open, and several dark muzzles of cannons were aid at the Ghost Valley Knight, then unleashed several ters long arcs of lightning—Sorin Duke’s researchers and guards had also joined the fight!
Only a fool would take them head-on.
Ian’s form flickered as he used ‘Phantom’ to dodge the Alchemy Cannon’s attacks.
But the bombardnt didn’t stop.
Alchemic Cannonballs crashed to the ground and erupted into large dish-shaped lightning arcs that shattered rocks and dirt, flinging debris and dust into the air and forcing Ian to constantly reposition himself, keeping him away from Viscount Awak and protecting the summoning of more blood-colored phantasms.
With the sky and the earth filled with various knights and soldiers’ phantasms, the situation turned in an instant; even with Ian’s abilities, it was impossible to pose a threat to Viscount Awak amidst the fortress’s defenders and the blood-colored phantasms, let alone kill him.
But.
Ian’s ability to overco powerful enemies never just relied on himself, certainly not just on the Prophet and the Silver Chip!
But on the most powerful and formidable ability he learned in Terra World.
—He had teammates!
In the midst of the blood-colored fog, a faint blue light suddenly flared up.
In that mont when the light, like lightning from the netherworld, shone upon the land, Viscount Awak saw Ian cease his evasive movents.
Behind him, similarly, all sorts of figures densely packed the area.
So were farrs, so were soldiers, so were carpenters and butchers, so were scholars and laborers…
They were the victims sent to the laboratories from the Avak Domain, or possibly from the entire West Frontier Plains.
So were refugees, while others were volunteers who stepped onto the experintal platform for money.
They were ignorant of everything, their souls tumultuous, not knowing who their enemies were, who they hated, just mindlessly pouring out their destructive desires.
But when they learned that the root of all their suffering was actually these people conducting experints on them, an emotion called ‘hatred’ and ‘resentnt’ erupted from the depths of their souls.
This was their consensus, and it had been calculated from the beginning, to allow them to breed the Deceased Monarch.
But what of it?
Hatred is the oldest emotion, irrelevant of truth or fiction, especially when soone directs that hatred in the right direction.
All phantasms shared a common hatred towards the direction of the blood-colored phantasms, becoming Ian’s most solid support.
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