639: Chapter 599: You’re Actually The Unyielding Fortress?!
(Large Chapter in W Characters, Asking for Monthly Tickets!)_4 639: Chapter 599: You’re Actually The Unyielding Fortress?!
(Large Chapter in W Characters, Asking for Monthly Tickets!)_4 “Pleased?
You’re gravely injured, unable to hold your sword steady, aren’t you, Knight?
Yet I can resurrect, I really don’t know what you’re so happy about…”
Once again, Viscount Awak stepped back several paces, he gasped violently, the sensation of his heart and lungs being pierced haunted him, and the Noble glared at the Black Armored Knight with gritted teeth, “The full force of the Dead River Armant?
I did not wish to use it…
but you’re forcing my hand, Knight!”
His voice started out normal, but as he continued, it grew increasingly low and maniacal.
Hum!
What was originally just a giant suit of full-body armor, the Dead River Armant suddenly swelled, its carapace becoming rough and thick, its edges sharp.
From its back, a pair of grotesque dragon wings unfolded through the viscid blood plasma, and Ian, with his keen senses, recognized the wings as deford, the wing mbranes atrophied, with nurous bone spikes and thorn-like outgrowths intertwined.
They were unmistakably the wings of Sio’s Deford Dragon.
Or one might say, like the wings of a demon.
But soon, Ian had no ti to ponder from whom exactly the wings of the Dead River Armant had been modeled.
For reflected in his astonished gaze were the faces of Humans, crying and screaming in agony.
Hum——The scarlet Dead River Armant swelled to nearly ten ters tall, far larger than most Armor Suits, and what was originally a sticky blood plasma outer shell began to solidify, intertwining, coiling, and fusing together to form an armor akin to blood-steel, with sharp white bone spikes protruding from the shoulders, elbows, and knees.
The entire Armant took on a highly offensive appearance.
But that was not the most important thing.
“It hurts…
It hurts so much!”
“Save , I don’t want to be eaten…
sob sob…
I don’t want to be eaten…”
“Ah!!!
What is that monster, no, don’t co near!”
“Hehe…
tee hee…”
Face after face appeared on the surface of the Dead River Armant’s armor—faces of the old, children, won…
the frail sick, as well as sturdy Knights.
They seed utterly unaware of their current appalling state, each repeating over and over their last words at the mont of death.
These faces continuously surfaced from the Dead River Armant, then were slowly consud…
or rather, rged, absorbed.
Absorbed by the one controlling the armor…
becoming one with them.
“I did not wish to use it…
the Dead River Armant is a soul-based Aether Armant prototype, modeled after the ‘Abyssal Object.’ Those bastards in Fiery Fla Land had not considered the degree of depravity; as long as the power was substantial, and defense strong enough, they even did not mind using human souls as ammunition and shields, even as ‘Magical dicine Ingredients'”
The voice of Viscount Awak changed; it beca muffled and distorted, as though coming from the dark depths of the Abyss, carrying a hollow and indifferent echo, “But if I don’t deal with you, there’s no future to consider—after all, they are my Domain Residents.
Sacrificing their souls for is also their rightful duty.”
“As long as you are dealt with, nobody will know of this matter.”
He lifted his hand, a fierce wind howling as it swept up a massive amount of somber spirits and blood fog, within his palm taking shape one inscription structure after another, then suddenly contracting, transforming into a ball of pure crimson, filled with silence, despair, and pain, a red orb from which one could vaguely hear the wailing as if coming from hell itself.
Viscount Awak pointed at Ian, where the original ‘Gale Extre Bundle’ of the Azure Wind Gryphon was a Sublimation Skill capable of damage through sheer impact force, but with the eroding life-draining power bestowed by the Dead River Armant, even a Rainforest Giant Elephant would decay into desiccated bones in an instant, and this blood-red light would spread like a Plague, amplifying its own might.
“You…”
Watching the transformation of the Dead River Armant, Ian’s complexion turned pale; it wasn’t that he couldn’t dodge, but rather he couldn’t fathom the actions of Viscount Awak.
Couldn’t grasp the aning behind such vile actions.
Then Adalbert let out a roar, discarding his own Phantom Legion and rushing forward to shield Ian from the blow.
This Deceased Monarch, when it ca to combat skills alone, frankly put, was just ‘amateurish,’ but his will was resolute, his power strong enough, and with a swing of his sword, he truly deflected Viscount Awak’s eroding beam.
The red light swept over the land, instantly carving a deep, bottomless trench.
The surrounding earth itself seed to tremble, with blood mist rising from within.
On the opposite end, Adalbert’s body swayed slightly—he had also wanted to assist Ian against Viscount Awak before, but unfortunately, both n’s combat skills far surpassed his.
rely in terms of deflecting force, he was not adept enough to intervene.
Not a big problem.
If it was just about stabbing or cutting soone to death with a sword, he still knew how to do it.
But now…
He couldn’t make a move.
Although he wanted to pursue, gazing upon the faces of Humans on the Dead River Armant’s surface, faces that wailed or roared just like in life, Adalbert even instinctively stepped back.
“You are filled with fear and hesitation.”
And Viscount Awak, as if he had beco a different person, his tone now much steadier, looked at Adalbert and sneered, “Yes, you are the murderer who killed them, you are the one who made them into this pitiful state—so how is it, do you wish to kill them a second ti?”
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