Today is a busy day... To be precise, it’s been hectic lately, so much so that Morrison sotis feels, before the Order Bureau even attacks, he might die at his post.
The frenzied battle continues, listening to the ever-closer rumble and the waves of ether pulsing, Morrison guesses the Fourth Seat’s assault should have reached the Fog Abyss Fortress, but he didn’t expect soone to sneak in first.
That’s bad news, but the good news is that there are only two of them.
"Morrison!"
Accompanied by Palr’s roar, one alchemy warhead after another fired out, chasing Morrison’s figure.
As a Negative Power User, Morrison naturally wouldn’t be hit by such a simple gunshot. With a few deft dodges, he evaded all the alchemy warheads, but at the sa ti, a strange thought arose in his mind.
"Do I know you?" Morrison cursed angrily.
Who is this guy? How does he know his na? And why does his speech brim with such anger towards him?
Bologue and Palr’s bright entrance caught Morrison off guard, as well as everyone else in the chamber. Palr was driven by rage, but Bologue wouldn’t be so unprofessional. He had already rushed forward several ters while others were in a daze.
The piercing killing intent pricked everyone present, and only then did they shift their focus from Palr to the rapidly advancing Bologue.
Like an enraged bull charging ahead.
Intense gunfire erupted, and nearby soldiers imdiately pulled the trigger, bullets grazing the edges of Bologue’s body. His steps halted sharply, muscles tensed, ready to pounce, as he let out a sonorous howl. The dreadful thunderbolt was hurled, piercing through the soldier’s body with precision, embedding into the wall behind him.
Bologue pulled hard on the chain, and like an infinitely extending whip blade, it smashed the wall, sweeping a large number of enemies instantly.
The disruptive gunfire ceased abruptly, countless bodies broke in mid-air, blood turned to mist, and scarlet droplets splattered on Morrison’s face, bringing a warm touch.
The blood awoke Morrison’s mind, letting him realize this was not so absurd farce, but a hand-to-hand battle close at hand.
"Counterattack!"
Morrison shouted, pulling out the Chasing Sword from his waist, the power of the Negative Power User unleashed without reservation, and likewise, Bologue fully displayed his power too, high-spirited ethers clashing together.
Two mighty streams of ether rubbed and confronted each other, while more ether reactions arose. Besides Morrison, many Shield Guards were gathered here, most being Prayer Believers and Condensers, with Morrison being the only Negative Power User. Other Negative Power Users of the King’s Shield Guard had all been dispatched to the front battlefield.
Bologue gave Morrison an intense sense of crisis; he had experienced countless life-and-death battles, yet for the first ti, he felt such strong killing intent, as if facing the materialization of death itself.
Without a mont’s hesitation, Morrison decisively activated his Secret Energy, under the Alchemy Matrix’s brilliance, a piercing pain ca from his back, as if a sharp blade was cutting his flesh, but the pain was brief. After a fleeting mont, a limb sprouted abruptly from Morrison’s back, and wings opened on the bloodied limb grandly.
Secret Energy: Light-Cast Feathers
The wings flickered with golden light, forged by thousands of soft, smooth feathers, transparent and semi-solid, looking as if cast from light. With a gentle flap, they brought powerful lift, lifting Morrison into the air.
"Ascension Faction?" Bologue analyzed. "Or Illusion Creation Faction?"
He couldn’t be bothered to think much further, raising his head, about to throw a hand axe when Light Feathers flickered, blinding light erupted from Morrison’s Light Feathers.
Morrison reminded the others, "Close your eyes!"
The next mont, like staring directly at the sun, intense light stabbed into Bologue’s eyes, instinctively he shut his eyes, yet he could still feel the relentless light piercing through his eyelids, into the depths of his eyes, lting away every sense. A strong dizzy sensation followed, as if caught in a snowstorm, everything before him was blindingly white, with nothing but sunlight.
Daylight filled the entire space, the others weren’t directly hit by the light and weren’t much affected eyesight-wise, but Bologue, who was directly hit even with closed eyes, couldn’t help but shed so tears from the painful stimulation. Then Bologue felt a stabbing sensation on his body, as if sothing was slicing him.
Bologue released his sword and axe, the chain forged of Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid extended infinitely, as if dancing. With eyes tightly shut, Bologue wildly swung his sword and axe, turning them into whip blades, indiscriminately slashing in every direction around him.
Thundering impacts, slicing sounds intertwined continuously, dense long halberds erupted from Bologue’s feet, continuing to pierce around him. Since he couldn’t see Morrison, he attacked any place Morrison might appear.
The intense light began to wane after a few seconds, Bologue’s vision beca blurry, Morrison’s high-standing figure overlapped. The strong light’s effects needed ti to subside, but the battle wouldn’t wait for Bologue.
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