475: Chapter 413 The Deepest Sche, The Bravest Fight_1 475: Chapter 413 The Deepest Sche, The Bravest Fight_1 Hiss!
Within a pillar of crimson light was a warhorse, twice the size of a typical steed, entirely crimson without a single stray hair, draped in heavy armor just like a Half-Moon Colt.
Her eyes sparkled with intelligence, clearly a mber of the Sage Horse Species, but her eyes also blazed with the flas of war.
This was Fran, the warhorse who accompanied Lady Strategy throughout the north and south of Thacel.
Woof!
From another pillar of crimson light erged a hound, also with crimson fur and twice the size of a normal hunting dog, its eyes likewise ablaze with both the flas of war and the unique glow of intelligence.
This was Pesa, the war dog that never left the Goddess of Strategy’s side.
As soon as her mount and war dog arrived,
Lady Strategy swiftly mounted her steed; she was already wearing her signature armor—a set of crimson full body plate armor.
Her fiery red hair was tied in a bundle, and her eyes twinkled like star-sapphire gems.
When she mounted Fran, there was no issue with mismatched sizes.
It wasn’t that Fran had shrunk to match her size, but rather the Goddess of Strategy now had a body that matched Fran’s size—she had doubled in size, as if she had cast Enlarge on herself.
“Kill,” she commanded with a point of her longsword.
Excited, Fran let out a spirited neigh, and a pair of wings resembling those of a Pegasus unfolded from her shoulders.
They weren’t solid, but semi-transparent and phantom-like, similar to Gaven’s Energy Dragon Wings.
Yet, when she took flight, her speed was unmatched, swift as the wind and lightning-fast.
The war dog nad Pesa, just before the Phantom Warhorse took off, agilely jumped onto her rear, planting itself firmly as if rooted, remaining perfectly still no matter how much Fran moved in flight.
Lady Strategy was known for her cunning plans before war broke out, which did not reflect her combat style.
Once all the planning was complete and the battle began, she was exceptionally decisive and valiant.
The deepest ploys were for the bravest battles.
This ti, the sche was already set, leaving no need for her to ponder.
All she needed to do was fight fiercely.
Even doubled in size and riding an oversized warhorse, the Goddess of Strategy appeared minuscule in front of the Divine Root.
As she charged forward on Fran,
everyone’s heart involuntarily rose in their throat, and they held their breath on her behalf.
Fearing that a single strike from the Divine Root’s tendrils would flatten her on the spot.
Not until her sword struck did their hearts settle back down.
She had not summoned her own weapon, but instead used Zalanda’s two-handed greatsword, employing a commonplace technique—the arcing fla slash.
Yet when she executed the sa move, it was a completely different concept.
When she first unleashed the slash, besides the color being more vivid and the flas more concentrated, there wasn’t much difference in size.
Normally, such an Elental Slash would be most powerful the instant it was unleashed.
At this mont, the elental energy accumulating on it was at its peak, a state that would weaken with increased exposure ti and ongoing elental dissipation, especially after flying beyond a certain distance.
The Elental Slash executed by the God of Strategy clearly did not conform to the normal limits; its potency did not wane upon being launched.
On the contrary, as it sped through the air, fire elents engulfed it, flowing toward it in a relentless surge.
This was no ordinary Elental Slash; it was a Divine Elental Slash.
The divine power contained within it exhibited an extraordinary affinity for elents, despite the God of Strategy not being the Elental God with dominion over elents.
In other words, had such a move been executed by the Elental God, especially the Fire Elent God, the destruction inflicted would have been even more terrifying.
Certainly, divine power is not omnipotent or without depletion, but its weakening cycle is considerably longer.
Comparing with data, the simplest and most direct way.
An Elental Slash perford by Zalanda had an attack range of fifteen ters; any further and the power of the Elental Slash would diminish significantly—beyond the attack range.
Usually, at double the attack range, it would begin to dissipate and vanish, with any lingering energy typically as weak as the tricks of novice mages.
The Divine Elental Slash cast by Lady Strategy, on the other hand, amplified this basis tenfold and also added a phase of concentration.
aning a concentration distance of one hundred fifty ters, during which divine power frenziedly consolidated elents, increasing in might with distance, peaking at one hundred fifty ters.
Then ca the regular one hundred fifty ters of weakening range.
Lastly, there was a one hundred fifty-ter period of dissipation.
Lady Strategy was of course acutely aware of the characteristics of her Divine Elental Slash, timing the release perfectly, approximately one hundred ters from the Divine Root.
The Divine Root could pose no threat to her yet allowed her to wield her attack power at its zenith and made it nearly impossible to evade.
Talking about it is one thing, but the actual speed of the Divine Elental Slash was horrifying, almost indistinguishable from a bullet leaving the chamber.
Forget about dodging, even a block could not be managed in ti; the terrifying arc of fla was almost upon them.
The absorption over the hundred-plus ters rendered it virtually complete, magnifying its size seven or eight tis to around seven or eight ters.
When the giant arc of fla slashed at the Divine Root, it didn’t cause a horrific explosion.
Instead, it severed the struggling subsidiary root tentacle into three pieces as if possessing physical properties.
This was a display of elents highly condensed.
Then it struck the head of the Divine Root directly, cutting in seven or eight ters before finally exploding with a roar.
The explosion was so formidable that even across the Is River, Darama City distinctly felt the vibration.
As the party directly affected, the Divine Root suffered far greater misery.
Two more subsidiary root tentacles were instantly blown away on the spot.
The surface layers of corrupt material were blasted clear, revealing large swathes of the strange, original body, entangled with tree roots and the city walls.
Despite the calamity, such an attack was far from lethal for the Divine Root.
Even though the wound was covered with divine-powered fla elents, hindering the regeneration of the injury.
Yet it lacked a fixed form and could readily alter and reform its structure; the three severed subsidiary root tentacles withered and fell from the base, while in their original locations, new tentacles began to sprout and stretch out anew.
For the Divine Root, the real death blow was the impactful strike that caused it to montarily halt in its movents.
Let’s not forget that above its head, a Dragon Oak Giant Claw from the Dragon Oak Mother Tree had yet to fall.
How could Gaven miss such an opportunity?
The power of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree was fully activated, especially the tips of the claws, which radiated life force so tangible it directly shattered the plane barrier.
The Dragon Oak Giant Claw appeared right above the Divine Root’s head, reaching for a spot just behind its “forehead” and fiercely seizing it.
That was where its core lay, the place controlling the pet servant Moando of the Divine Root and the altar.
Once crushed, even if the Divine Root wouldn’t revert to an inanimate object, it would lose its “brain,” creating much less of a disturbance.
The frenzied reaction of the Divine Root also indicated that the Dragon Oak Giant Claw had targeted its vital spot.
It was so sudden that it didn’t even have ti to consolidate its subsidiary roots and tentacles, instead wildly lunging forward with the remaining ones.
Compared to the Dragon Oak Giant Claw that hadn’t fallen yet, it was easier to dodge once it manifested in the material plane.
Because after breaking through the plane barrier, the distance between the two planes at that point beca fixed, unless the Dragon Oak Giant Claw withdrew and tried again.
Clearly, that was impossible.
The energy consud in such a physical penetration of the plane barrier was terrifyingly imnse.
Even the Dragon Oak Mother Tree couldn’t withstand it.
Otherwise, there would have been no need for the delay; it could have simply clawed wildly, creating trouble and coordinating with Lady Strategy instead of the other way around.
Although Gaven and Lady Strategy hadn’t communicated from the start, their coordination was flawlessly seamless.
The Divine Elental Slash was secondary in harming the Divine Root; delaying its progress to create an opportunity for the Dragon Oak Giant Claw was the true goal.
As the Dragon Oak Giant Claw began to fall, her second coordinate attack also arrived.
This ti, the attack did not co from the air but from the ground.
The Red Knight’s Phantom Warhorse folded its shadowy wings and, together with Lady Strategy, charged forward, with her hand now brandishing a hefty knight’s lance.
One rider and one lance charging at an enemy dozens of tis taller than herself created a visually stunning scene, captivating many onlookers.
They were awed not just by Lady Strategy’s bravery but also by the humbling powerlessness of humanity.
But the outco of the charge was a sight to behold.
There wasn’t a scene of an ant shaking a tree or an egg hitting a rock.
On the contrary, the seemingly immovable tree, the rock that couldn’t be shattered —
were actually shaken!
Were actually shattered!
A mont before collision, the Divine Root first hit the divine shield surrounding Lady Strategy.
The massive invisible shield disintegrated on the spot.
But the Divine Root’s attempt at escape was thwarted once more.
That’s not the end of it; unaffected, Lady Strategy collided straight into the Divine Root.
One rider and one lance were like a fearso armor-piercing missile, crashing through roots, rotten flesh, and walls, charging directly into the depths of the Divine Root’s body toward where the great pet servant Moando was.
Countless corrupted monsters struggled out from the walls of the Divine Root, attempting to stop the Red Knight.
They beca rely the souls she reaped in her irresistible charge.
At least not sothing these common monsters could hinder.
Accompanied by a thunderous roar,
the entire Divine Root convulsed uncontrollably.
The Dragon Oak Giant Claw fell.
Though it didn’t hit the fatal spot of the Divine Root, it struck closer to the middle segnt.
Everything fears comparison.
To the Divine Root, humans are as minuscule as ants.
But to the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, the Divine Root is nothing more than a giant snake, easily crushed under one claw.
No matter how it thrashed, it could no longer move an inch.
Neither belonged to normal living beings; their confrontation was entirely different from that of conventional creatures.
Seeing no way to break free, the Divine Root raised its head and tail, coiling itself firmly around the Dragon Oak Giant Claw, letting the Corruption Power surge wildly.
Like venom, it injected into the Dragon Oak Giant Claw, turning their point of contact completely black.
Gaven was well prepared for this; not only was a massive amount of life force converging there, creating barriers, hindering the advance of the power of corruption.
anwhile, countless creatures sprang up like bamboo shoots after rain in the Dragon Oak Dream Realm.
The Fae Race had been ready in tight formation, the recent wave of monsters had barely understood the situation before being overwheld by the exuberant fae.
For these fae, this wasn’t war; it was leveling up in a monster-fighting ga.
The last ti the realm was opened was for the counterattack against the Foul Giants.
Many among them had long awaited this day.
Because afterward, those fae found that slaughtering large numbers of monsters in the Dragon Oak Dream Realm benefited their real-life selves as well — raising their professional levels.
With that discovery, anyone would go to extres, and the Fae Race was no exception.
When they heard a new round of war against the Corruption Power was to comnce, they weren’t scared; they were ecstatic.
Corruption Power and the power of corruption have different manifestations and effects, but their essence is similar.
They are both forms of spiritual pollution.
The tactics used against the power of corruption are equally effective against the Corruption Power.
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