Crocodile Island has long forgotten why it fights.
It’s laughable to say.
On the brink of death, the fleeting memories of indulgences appear like shadows, but only the profound experiences of survival and heart-wrenching agony make a lasting impression.
The once vibrant and intense memories of military campaigns, those fragments and scenes all surface, but the motives for killing are impossible to recall. Merely fragmented shadows, like undeveloped camera negatives,
This may be the Aran Army.
One becomes a systematically engineered war machine, with a half-life of reward and punishment systems, turning one into a soldier through and through.
Nothing else remains, just a soldier.
Crocodile Island attended military school, but beyond military matters, its cultural level is not high.
People often say living as a symbol is a failure, but if not embodying a symbol, how can one prove they’ve lived?
Fulfilling the soldier’s duty to the last moment.
The armor crafted by the Court Armament Architect, with exquisitely refined skills, subduing all enemies.
Crocodile Island holds the great sword, the roof is too obstructive, the sword wielder’s force shattering the building apart, revealing the piercing sunlight of Mulong’s Exotic Realm on the shoulder.
Looking at the burning city, the incinerated soldiers, this is the Boneyard of the Aran Army 24th Division.
The sunlight shines, the great sword’s cold gleam chills.
No more hesitation, Crocodile Island swiftly advances, bricks flying as the sword’s meteor-like force crashes down with unmatched power under the Magic Energy Circuit’s enhancement.
Garscek does not underestimate, Gravity Magic once again presses down with thousands of pounds of force over Crocodile Island’s head.
Crocodile Island doesn’t have any Magic Restriction.
With a body akin to Superman and the armor’s enhancement, enduringly defying, leading to Liszt’s decapitation, the great sword’s powerful swing humming like wind and thunder.
Liszt doesn’t even wield his sword, the three swords completely integrated with his body, the Radiant Knights’ abilities do not activate spontaneously, but move with Liszt’s mind.
Just the black ghost shadow sweeps up, engaging closely with Crocodile Island, even the wild sword force falling like a storm, completely countered by these ghost shadows.
The clang of metal resounding, deafening, but to Liszt’s surprise, Crocodile Island isn’t staggered back by this force; instead, the attack grows more intense, even with Garscek’s Gravity Magic bearing down.
Liszt is astonished, can Crocodile Island actually spar with Radiant Knights?
No, it’s self-triggered, so full defense is impossible.
Even so, it indicates that if not for Gravity Magic’s influence, Crocodile Island might last ten rounds even against Radiant Knights.
With Magic Rune Armor’s enhancement, speed skyrockets to the limit, attack follows attack, the fierce slashes splitting stone and gold, forcefully breaking through those ghost shadows, tearing the Otherworldly Netherworld illusions, pushing ten steps before Liszt, completely closing in.
Garscek lightly points a finger, to avoid accidentally injuring Liszt, the purple-black Beam Cannon forcibly shrinks to fist-width, flashing past; how can human speed surpass light?
Only by honing extreme combat experience amidst life and death, even as Garscek initiates, Crocodile Island already anticipates, stepping lightly, twisting aside, evading, countering with a backhand sword, directly slicing toward Liszt.
Slashing only an illusion of Legendary Demon Swordsman Omega, nothing there, when Liszt is pulled back into illusion, the Junlin Sword is already on Crocodile Island’s shoulder armor, cutting a crevice upon contact.
Crocodile Island’s pupils contract, the whole person stunned in place.
Whether it’s the Evil Dragon or Junlin Sword Master, these are not humanly conquerable entities, not to mention facing two at once.
Captured by pirates...
That would be a global laughing stock.
No grace for Liszt’s mercy, Crocodile Island still slashes toward Liszt’s chest.
But Liszt stands motionless, letting Crocodile Island swing.
Upon touching the Ice Crystal Spellflame Armor, the great sword instantly shatters to dust, dispersed, spell power annihilating it.
The Foreign Country’s sun far more intense than Aran’s, the mind dizzy from the heat.
Crocodile Island tosses away the useless sword hilt, flames of the entire city reflected in its gaze.
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Crocodile Island calmly speaks.
Liszt silent, could it be a plea?
"Now you can strike."
"Are you reminiscing?"
"None of your business, this isn’t something for Eastern Sea Dog Pirates."
The previously flashing scenes were all mundane memories, all work, too tedious, at least dream of returning to Heaven Palace before dying.
Liszt pierces Crocodile Island’s chest with a sword, an Army General living a life of epic battles, concurs with Nashano’s words, surviving under extreme conditions, possessing a unique resistance to Junlin Sword, not causing immediate death.
He’d never seen such a person up close, now witnessing.
Crocodile Island’s entire skin is burned by strong spell power, gradually decaying and rotting, not dying instantly, as if some realization has occurred.
The Holy Spirit Sect often says valiant individuals can enter Heroic Spirit Hall after death, Crocodile Island feels otherwise; he now leaves Heroic Spirit Hall, back in Hell, returning to the earthly Heaven Palace.
Four or five seconds pass.
Crocodile Island is burned to ashes, an Aran Army General dying overseas.
Leaving only the Magic Rune Armor clanging to the ground.
Such a high-quality item, Garscek unceremoniously adds it to his treasure vault, side rippling with mirror-like waves, storing the armor using Tame Object Magic.
Liszt tactically grimacing, an equipment of high value like Boss’s loot should’ve been claimed immediately.
"Are your hand injuries okay, Crocodile Island was indeed a character."
Liszt calls back Junlin Sword, Ice Crystal Armor dissipating off, now only those shamans outside the city remain, the main event.
Garscek’s hand wound slowly healing, World Devourer’s blood nourishing, flesh regenerating.
Liszt tactically grimacing, damn it.
"Weren’t you at some Flying Dragon Ridge before, bring hundreds, even thousands of friends, and I’ll dominate the Western Continent."
Liszt contemplating, set a stake at Flying Dragon Ridge, solving everything.
Garscek wearing a disdainful face, "Is there a possibility the previous task is far more challenging than the latter?"
Army already settled.
Liszt overlooking the city outskirts, those shamans not advancing rashly.
Because Zote only saw one Dragon, the Pope demands two Dragons, both delivered to the Continent Martial Arts Competition, waiting for Liszt’s full army assault.
"You mentioned the One-eyed Dragon has some Magic Ban ability?"
Liszt still somewhat apprehensive.
After all, Zote is not an ordinary thief, but Aran No. 1 Wanted Criminal, a legendary figure, a king even among criminals, humans relentlessly battling to exhaustion.
"Yes, very bizarre, all spells or energy forms are ineffective against him."
Garscek thinking, such a counter to her magic-type Dragon Clan.
"Damn, the Witch Hunting Secret Department really gets things done."
Liszt speechless, these folks are truly master witch hunters, originally thought just a terror group.
General Fen’s major army hasn’t arrived, mixing the double hits of "girlfriend and wife girlfriend" is strong but venturing deep into enemy lines is suicide.
Both are strategic individuals, waiting for an all-round takedown, hoping everything goes smoothly for others there.
Ox boosting those from Narrow Sea Commerce coming from Eastern Sea, hoping Brother Ox doesn’t massacre entire families.
The major concern lies at Golden Palm Port, Zahak understands Black Sail, a second raid, dauntingly high difficulty, but Morison is very enigmatic, frankly speaking, although tough, he’s somewhat abstract, a humor cell present, but after nearly two years, takes a military order, fully fired up, unlikely to mess up.
As for the Continent Martial Arts Competition.
With Swan and Joker’s assistance, Saleret only needs to fight freely.
Stargazing Festival has Emperor opening big eyes, arranging some Continent Martial Arts Competition, so many high-end individuals in a venue so refined, truly oblivious to criminal underworld.