Chapter 1259: Chapter 198: With the Strength of One, Defeat All of Terra!
“I think this Mahdi…”
Once again, before the fairy could finish speaking, with a snap, Gaer’s heavily injured, blood-soaked body fell before them.
“Hey, hey?” A few Silver Fairies cautiously flew next to Gaer and patted the wolf boy’s ears. “Are you still alive? Do you still want to fight? If you give up, we can take you to the Orthodox Church for treatment.”
Because the wolf ears felt very soft, the Silver Fairies couldn’t help but rub them again.
“…Who is it?! Stop touching my ears!”
This action awakened Gaer from his semi-conscious state. Annoyed, he bared his teeth and turned to say, “I can still fight—this is just a minor injury that can heal in minutes for the World-Devouring War Wolf!”
This wasn’t wrong. With the vitality of a World-Devouring War Wolf, even if all their flesh and blood were burnt away, leaving only bones, it would at best be a ‘requires a month’s rest’ level of moderate to severe injury. Gaer had merely suffered a concussion, internal organ rupture, and lost seven or eight teeth. He could recover in minutes.
But was there really a few minutes to spare?
A thunderous roar made Gaer involuntarily look ahead… and then he widened his eyes.
He saw Anfa and Ian lying on the ground like him, their fates unknown.
He saw Elg had summoned four or five psychic projections of himself, using powerful psychic interference, all to no avail.
He saw the shadow of the Necrocaller had tightly coiled around the black-haired knight, yet it was the shadow itself that was immobile.
He saw… his nemesis, The Empire’s Aina Sertar, shooting crimson-gold rays from his eyes, a hot ray capable of vaporizing iron and severing a skyscraper in two.
But the hot ray was stopped by a fair, strong, and metallic-looking hand, where visible sparks and blood mist steamed, clearly showing that even The Unyielding Fortress could not withstand the Sunbird’s attack unscathed.
Yet, despite the fact that the red blood mist had already enveloped them both, the black-haired knight continued to stride forward emotionlessly, using his hand to gradually push the hot ray back.
The hand, like a steel clamp, pressed against Aina’s face, and Mahdi expressionlessly increased the strength in his hand, seemingly intending to crush the young imperial grandson’s skull.
Gaer watched this scene, mumbling to himself, “Without using the trump card my uncle gave me, I have no chance of defeating him… but even if I use it, what does victory mean for me?”
“And… even if I use it, can I really defeat him?”
At this moment, the Ghost Valley Knight, who had suppressed the core members of various factions’ exploration teams, could be said to have single-handedly crushed the entire young generation of Terra!
In the center of the battlefield.
Even with his face half-gripped, held aloft with one hand, Aina still gasped and struggled to say a few words: “You don’t want to kill me… you know… we’re not enemies.”
“I didn’t use ‘it’… this is my sincerity.”
The black-haired knight did not respond, but indeed did not deliver the fatal blow.
He frowned, seemingly waiting for something… and at this moment, he slightly released the grip of his fingers, meeting Aina’s gaze.
[Golan is going to attack you]
The knights warned, in the exchange of glances.
But soon, Aina saw a shocking reply.
[I know] The knight’s mental response was calm yet filled with fierce murderous intent: [I also know she has used her trump card]
Without any forewarning or prior fluctuation, Golan National Domain, shrouded in a thick black mist, appeared behind the black-haired knight, a short sword covered in black-silver light in her hand, striking without hesitation towards the knight’s back.
This sword was incredibly sharp, it was not material but a strange condensation of primal aether, seemingly targeted entirely at The Unyielding Fortress’ defensive structures, and in an instant broke through Ian’s Origin Quality defense, Dragon Scale Armor’s phantom, Heart-Light Shield, and Blood River Armor’s four layers of shield, directly heading for the young man’s heart.
However—let’s not mention that Ian actually no longer had a heart.
This sword struck something incredibly tough, something that could not be easily destroyed by anything of the Third or Fourth Energy Levels.
At this moment, ‘Golan’ exclaimed in surprise, a powerful psychic wave directly entering Ian’s mind: [Did that Hiliard really take his favorite dragon skin cloak apart to make you a vest?!]
“You damned old bastard, your lines are exactly like everyone else’s!”
And at this moment, Ian with eyes burning in intense flames turned his head, the black-haired young man smiling wildly: “My teacher treats me well, doesn’t he? But you don’t treat your students too well!”
Without waiting for a response, in the instant ‘Golan’ hadn’t reacted, a fist glowing with blue-golden aether brilliance was swinging like lightning.
Unrelated to the azure of Water Element Origin, or the gold of Earth Origin Quality, this fist unique to Ian, tempered countless times and fused with life and spirit energy, possessed power beyond compare to any previous attacks he’d made.
This was his full-force punch.
A force capable of shattering mountains and causing landslides was concentrated in this punch, striking Golan’s face in that glimpse.
In that moment, ‘Golan’ sensed an overwhelming, unstoppable force crashing into her, unable to block or diminish it—because she had just expended all her strength to strike at The Unyielding Fortress’s vital, that ‘Clear Origin Heart’.
But this instead became a fatal flaw!
Visible fragments of viscera mixed with a bloody mist expelled from Golan’s mouth, scattering outward, a collision as if a full-fledged heavy mobile battleship hit her head-on, dislocating and warping every bone in her body in an instant, and her body hitting the ground, rolling backward repeatedly like a rag doll.
Boom boom boom… after rolling several thousand meters, her body already two-thirds damaged, covered in a mix of blood and flesh, the once beautiful Elf Girl had been reduced to a tattered rag doll.
Spitting out a mouthful of viscera, ‘Golan’ barely supported herself to stand, vaguely disgruntled: “What a monster, The Unyielding Fortress isn’t this strong… Did Hiliard not die? Did he fix the last flaw?”
As the Elf Girl stood back up, the knight’s figure appeared before her again.
“As expected.” Facing the heavily injured but fearless ‘Golan’, he spoke coldly, “Were you one of those Fifth Energy Levels who participated in the Dark Moon incident and ambushed my teacher back then?”
He raised his fist again, blue-gold radiance gathering, and nearly gritting his teeth, the knight declared: “Misty Dust Nation, Campari National Domain!”
“You undead bastard, die for me today here!”