Chapter 864: Chapter 862: Arrows Descending from the Ninth Heaven
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The dark light is approaching.
When it gets within a hundred meters, the dark light suddenly flashes, speed increases sharply, turning into a crimson arrow missile, whistling as it crashes toward Cheka.
In just the blink of an eye, it reaches within a few dozen meters of Cheka.
At this moment, the surface of the crimson arrow missile brightens, a strong energy wave appears, seeming ready to explode at any moment.
Cheka, who is gathering energy for an attack, clearly feels it, turns his head slightly to see the crimson arrow missile, and his expression changes. Almost without thinking, he quickly swings his radiant longsword, redirecting the originally intended energy ball meant to attack the Witch Demon Elder towards the crimson arrow missile.
The crimson arrow missile and the energy ball collide and explode violently, expanding into a giant fireball with a diameter of several meters in mid-air. Subsequently, the power releases, spreading in all directions.
Cheka, closest in mid-air, has no way to dodge and faces the released power, forced to endure it. His three pairs of wings behind him suddenly fold up tightly, enclosing his body securely.
Energy, flames, and shock waves sweep past Cheka, and the feathers of the wings enveloping him instantly become half-charred.
Moments later, Cheka unfolds his wings, sees their damaged state, his face looks quite displeased, and he can’t help but say, “What is this thing?”
He turns his head to look at the Witch Demon Elder on the ground and asks aloud, “What was that thing just now?”
“You guess.” The Witch Demon Elder responds.
“You!” Cheka can’t help but get angry, desperately wanting to kill the Witch Demon Elder on the spot, but before he can act, he feels a fatal danger approaching. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on ɴovelfire.net
His eyes shrink, looking towards the eastern night sky, and he sees another faintly visible dark light approaching. Coming closer, the dark light brightens, speed increases sharply, followed by a release of strong energy waves, ready to explode at any moment.
This is exactly the same as the previous attack.
What exactly is this thing?
Cheka is perplexed but knows what is most important. He quickly puts up a shield to resist.
The next moment the arrow missile explodes, the shield almost fails to work, getting shattered, unleashing a powerful force.
Cheka helplessly wraps his wings around his entire body.
The explosion sound fades, Cheka unfurls his wings, finding almost all of his feathers charred to varying degrees. One wing is bent and distorted.
“Hell!” Cheka’s face becomes stiff, saying, “What on earth is this thing?”
Before he could think more, a third attack arrived, a crimson arrow missile with strong energy reactions appeared in front of him.
Cheka had no choice but to wrap his wings around him again.
This time, it successfully broke one of his wings completely.
Cheka was somewhat furious, looking at his broken wing, both pained and angry, he shouted, “Can someone tell me what this thing is?”
No one answered, the only response was a fourth crimson arrow missile.
As the arrow missile approached, Cheka gritted his teeth and tried to dodge far away. But unexpectedly, the arrow missile pursued him relentlessly, continually closing the distance.
Little by little, bit by bit, inch by inch…
Soon, the arrow missile was only about a dozen meters away from him, and the familiar strong energy wave appeared again.
Cheka was already cursing internally, but all he could do was wrap his wings around his body.
After yet another explosion, both wings were broken, turning the original six-winged Sub-angel into a four-winged Sub-angel. Moreover, with the broken wings all on the same side, they looked quite asymmetrical, uglier as he looked.
Cheka burned with rage, desperately wanting to vent his emotions.
But the coming attacks left him no chance.
“Boom boom boom boom boom…”
The explosion sounds resounded continuously through the skies.
When the explosion sounds finally ceased, only two shaky wings remained on Cheka’s back, the rest destroyed in the attack, making him look utterly miserable.
Cheka then realized one thing, that he simply could not dodge the bizarre arrow missiles from the sky. No matter how far, how high, or how fast he flew, they’d always catch up, persistently.
He was extremely perplexed, wondering how these strange arrow missiles locked onto him.
“What on earth is this attack, why does it target only him, this shouldn’t be happening?”
Taking advantage of the gap between the strange arrow missile’s attacks, Cheka thought while gasping for breath.
After a while, he coughed due to injuries, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Meanwhile, with a “crack”, the ice layer condensed on his chest broke.
Cheka knew this resulted from the remnants of the attack from the strange arrow missile. To prevent the pollution of flesh sealed by ice from acting up again, he quickly prepared to cast a spell to freeze it.
But just as he was about to act, his eyes flickered, noticing something unusual.
“Hmm? What is this?” Cheka said aloud, extending two fingers from his chest to pinch out a small glass orb from the polluted flesh.
The glass orb, about the size of a fingertip, etched with dense magic runes on the surface, appearing to have a special function. Carefully sensing, it seems to have faint energy waves inside.
Cheka’s eyes flashed, suddenly thinking of a possibility, holding the glass orb, he turned his head to look towards the eastern night sky.
The previously interrupted attack reappeared, with an arrow missile rapidly approaching.
Cheka’s eyebrow rose, swinging his hand to fling the glass orb away.
Then he saw, the strange arrow missile, approaching within a hundred meters, suddenly changed direction, and howlingly chased down the glass orb, exploding far away into a huge fireball.
“So that’s what it is!” Cheka realized, refreezing the polluted flesh on his chest, laughing, “Hahaha, no wonder, the strange arrow missiles always locked onto me, there was this thing. Now I’ve thrown it away, destroyed in the explosion, it naturally won’t work anymore. I’ll see what happens next.”
Finishing his words, Cheka looked eagerly at the eastern sky.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
One arrow missile after another flew in, but upon approaching, unable to find the target, they started flying erratically like headless flies. Some plummeted, hitting the ground, exploding. Others flew off into the vast night, disappearing somewhere unknown.
Cheka couldn’t help but laugh, watching the bizarre arrow missiles approaching one by one and then disappearing, feeling incredibly elated.
Moments later, finding that no more arrow missiles appeared, he became somewhat smug. Reducing altitude, he turned his head to look at the Witch Demon Elder on the ground, as he spoke aloud: “Hey, old man, if I guessed correctly, the strange arrow missiles just now, were your called-for reinforcements, right? Earlier, when you used the flesh pollution trick, you must have been plotting, you almost succeeded.
But too bad, I finally uncovered the truth. Have a look, the strange arrow missiles have stopped appearing, indicating the reinforcements understood this attack would no longer work. This shows all your efforts have failed. So you better obediently die!”