The roommate’s sudden obsession caused Sigmund’s movents to falter slightly, but he still skillfully sent two attacking Knight Pukis flying, one of them even sliced in two, with its self-destruction being completely blocked by the rapidly erected Blood Shield.
"Why?" Sigmund quickly asked in his mind.
"Get it! As long as you get that Puki, I’ll give you more ti to control the body every day!" The roommate didn’t explain, but instead offered an enticing deal.
What secret does this seemingly ordinary Puki hide?
How does it relate to the roommate who always disguises his soul as a Puki form?
Sigmund was filled with confusion but forcibly suppressed it and gathered his thoughts.
The imdiate priority is to deal with Alama; once he wins this battle, Alama’s daughter and that Puki will be his.
He swung his sword again at Alama, who was staggering from a severed arm.
Just then, a fierce aura suddenly erupted from his side, the other Puki he had just repelled!
That Puki shot towards him at a speed far exceeding before, with mycelium tentacles spinning rapidly, turning into an impenetrable Blade Whip storm, forcibly blocking his path to Alama.
Sigmund had to change moves again, reversing into a full-force slash towards the Blade Whip storm.
The expected scene of the Puki being sliced in two did not occur.
The blade fiercely rubbed against the mycelium, producing a teeth-clenching tearing sound.
Two tentacles broke with a snap, but the Puki used the recoil force nimbly to flip back and land, with only a deep slash mark on its mushroom body surface.
"Palace Level?!" Sigmund’s heart was shaken.
Had anyone told him a few days ago that a Palace Level Puki existed, he’d have thought they were crazy.
But now, this ridiculous fact was right in front of him!
What shocked him even more was, during this brief encounter, the mycelium in the broken tentacles and slash mark area of that Puki frantically squird, regenerating and healing at a visible speed!
"Faster regeneration than a troll?" This completely overturned his understanding.
However, it’s still not enough!
The absurdity in his heart made him eager to end the battle; he wanted no more unexpected occurrences: "Blood Manipulation: Hundred Weapons!"
This move would have greatly diminished effect on Alama holding a Sunstone but was more than enough to deal with a Palace Level Puki!
The vast amounts of blood on the battlefield crazily gathered, subsequently forming!
Knife, spear, sword, halberd, axe, hamr...
Nurous weapons made of coagulated blood instantly ford, as if held by an invisible army, transforming into a destructive storm, slaughtering towards that Knight Puki from all directions!
Agilely and swiftly moving while whisking the Blade Whip to its limit, the Puki struggled to dodge and block in the blood weapon storm, emitting continuous clashing sounds of tal, as fragnts of armor and broken mycelium flew everywhere.
However, when a blood knife broke through the defense and stabbed into the Puki’s rear, the Puki beca rigid.
More ensuing attacks instantly engulfed the Puki, and within just a breath, the powerful Palace Level Puki was completely torn into flying fragnts of mycelium!
The entire thrilling confrontation, from the Knight Puki’s attack to its complete shredding, lasted less than a minute.
Yet, this short minute was already enough.
In the distance, Inanna, with tears in her eyes, had rushed to the Sunstone Greatsword lying on the ground, its light dimd.
Without hesitation, she used all her strength to lift the heavy sword body, closely fitting the Sunstone radiating brilliance onto her only remaining Knight Puki.
In the next mont, the wind began to rise.
[The Maker of Dependents]
Woo—!
In the narrow ravine entrance, a terrifying hurricane suddenly generated from thin air, sweeping up a sky full of gravel and blood foam.
The first to perceive the impending doom were the mages from both sides most sensitive to magic power.
In their perception, the magic power in the Dragon Roar Valley, originally tangled like chaos, was now carried by the whirlwind, frantically rushing to the center of the storm.
On the ground, whether it was the long-decayed Puki carcass, or the still-fighting Pukis, on the rock walls, those fungal mats and mycelium originally attached and growing...all created by Lin Jun’s power, were like iron filings drawn to a magnet, leaving the ground and rock walls, irresistibly sucked into the intensifying whirlwind!
Magic power was crazily compressed, mycelium forcibly reorganized...under countless horrified gazes, a massive shadow large enough to obscure the moonlight began to solidify slowly at the center of chaotic whirlpool.
Puk—i...
A gigantic creature almost blocking the entire ravine path, needing all Demon Race soldiers to crane their necks to see its entirety, abruptly appeared in the battlefield’s center.
Its round, rolling mushroom cap nearly reached the rock walls on both sides, casting a shadow that swallowed vast areas, even blocking the light from the three moons in the sky.
"What... what is that thing?" A Demon Race soldier’s spear trembled slightly.
"A giant... giant beast level... Puki?" Another officer murmured, his face filled with absurdity and shock.
"So big..."
This unimaginable sight even caused an instantaneous silence on the previously war-cries filled battlefield, leaving only the crackle of burning flas and the moans of the wounded.
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