Chapter 598 Fierce Battle in Ishruna in the Painted World
"If we have the Holy Sword, it won't be a problem to deal with those two guys."
As Olga Marie spoke, she sent out her familiar to share her vision and inspect the battlefield.
"But to be on the safe side, we should wait until they decide the winner before we activate the Holy Sword to harvest."
She waved her fist gently, as if to cheer herself and Gray up.
“In Eastern terms, this is called [the mantis stalks the cicada, with the oriole behind.]”
Gray nodded slightly after hearing Olga Marie's words. However, it was not that simple for her to activate the Holy Sword. She had to concentrate on concentrating her energy and communicate with the Holy Sword. After getting permission,
, can the true power of the Holy Sword be released.
If you don't do this, the Holy Sword will be nothing more than an extremely sharp and strong weapon.
At this time, the battle between the Winter Wolf King and the Night Walker Ghost has entered a fierce state. During the fierce battle, the Night Walker Ghost was killed twice by the Winter Wolf King, and the dust-laden power was released again.
Looking from a distance, you can only see the red sun competing with the howling wind and snow, and the majestic magic bombarded you again and again, almost making people lose their hearing.
The aftermath of the battle between the two destroyed everything, and any existence that entered the battlefield was completely shattered.
In this fight, the Night Walker finally exhausted the remaining blessings of the First Fire and was swallowed up by the torrent of magic sprayed by the Winter Wolf King. His entire body immediately fell apart and was evaporated.
"Ouch~~~!"
The Winter Wolf King, whose body was covered with bruises, looked up to the sky and howled. He also suffered quite serious injuries. One of his forelimbs was severed, and almost no part of his fur was intact. Some of the ferocious wounds were deep enough to show the bones.
Not only that, the surface of the wound is still burning with blood-colored flames like gangrene attached to the bone. These are the remaining blessings of the First Fire. For a monster like the Winter Wolf King that is full of destructive power, it is out-and-out.
Natural enemies.
Injured by this flame, its overall attributes have dropped a lot, and its ability to recover has been suppressed to almost nothing. Otherwise, it would have taken so long to deal with the night wandering ghost.
It licked its wounds and scanned the battlefield with its red eyes. Now that it had dealt with the troublesome guy blocking the road, its next target was the two ants.
At this moment, it suddenly discovered that the wolves it had brought with it had all been killed and injured at some point, and that it, the [King of Winter Wolves], had unknowingly turned into a bare commander.
"Cough cough cough..."
At this time, the city of Eros had been turned into ruins, and silence and death shrouded it, making these coughs louder and louder.
I saw a rickety old man leaning on a big sword that was as tall as his whole body. He kept coughing. It made people suspect that he was almost coughing out his lungs. A strong gust of wind could lift him.
turn.
However, the mountain of corpses and sea of blood at his feet proved that he was not as weak as he appeared on the surface. More than 99% of the wolves that entered the city of Elus were eliminated by the old man by himself.
"Hey - I'm really old. Just killing a bunch of dogs makes me feel a little tired."
The old man took a deep breath, and there seemed to be a flame burning in the depths of his silver eyes. No, it didn't seem like it, but there was really a flame burning.
As one of the first few people, he received the blessing of the First Fire, so he was able to live through thousands of years. However, that blessing was constantly worn away over time, and not much was left.
It can also be said that his life is entirely supported by the remaining blessings. When this blessing is exhausted, he will return to the earth.
Seeing familiar people, Gray and Olga Marie walked out. Just looking at the ruins of Elus, they couldn't help but feel depressed.
Although the city of Elus left mostly negative impressions on them, seeing such a city reduced to ruins because of themselves and others, their hearts inevitably became heavy.
They looked at the old man and were speechless. Because of them, the old man's home had become a ruin.
"Keep your heads up, this is not your fault."
The old man shook his head, as if he didn't care about this. He waved his sword and shook off the uncondensed wolf blood on the blade.
"The destruction of Elus is inevitable in fate. It is not your fault. Even the contract has been torn up. I am really anxious. But even if it succeeds, so what, burn all the old ones.
What’s the point of a future that can only be obtained by doing everything..."
Afterwards, the old man's voice became softer and softer, as if he was mumbling to himself. He raised his head and looked at the slowly approaching Winter Wolf King, and the flames in his eyes dimmed a bit.
"But let's put this matter behind us for now. The city can be rebuilt after being destroyed, but the chance to kill this beast is only this once."
He turned to look at the holy sword in Gray's hand. He could sense the powerful power contained in it, and subconsciously showed a hint of wonder.
It was precisely after seeing such weapons that he had the confidence to kill the King of Winter Wolf, the messenger of wind, snow and death, here tonight.
"I will break through that beast's defense later and expose the soul core. Then I will leave it to you."
"What is the core of the soul?"
"I can't explain it clearly, but if you see it, I think you will understand."
As the old man spoke, he took a prepared posture. Flames penetrated from his hands to the hilt of the sword, and then continued to spread along the surface towards the edge of the sword.
It was a completely different color from the blood-colored flames on the Night Walker's body. It was a softer and more ordinary orange-red color. It was swaying gently, as if it would be extinguished by the wind and snow at any time.
The Winter Wolf King stopped and looked at the flames on the old man's sword blade from a distance, his eyes full of fear.
That is the first fire blessing that is more pure than the alienated first fire blessing on the Night Walker, and it is also the absolute nemesis of dark attribute monsters like it.
The old man ran towards the King of Winter Wolves. As he ran, his speed became faster and faster, and his rickety body straightened up. It was like going back in time. He became younger and seemed to have returned to that state.
heyday.
He let out a deafening high-pitched war roar from his mouth, and the muscles of his arms flexed, and then he jumped up high, and the sword in his hand let out a deep roar. After sleeping for a thousand years, he was awakened again, and he would fly through the air at any time.
Because of the shocking aura, fear emerged in the heart of the Winter Wolf King, but what immediately surged into his heart was more anger.
As a messenger of death, how can you feel the emotion of [fear]?
It rushed forward and tried to tear the old man into pieces with its sharp claws and fangs.
But with the flash of sword light, everything has become a foregone conclusion.