Chapter 400 - Chapter 400: Chapter 380 Soul Dice (1/2)
Chapter 400: Chapter 380 Soul Dice
The battle in Nasir city erupted swiftly, instigated by none other than the “Silver Poet.”
She, the “Ice Liquor” of the Words of Tranquility, the “Spirit Essence” within the Alchemy Council, and one of the five witches, “Silver Poet,” always fought using alchemical puppets, yet her real body had never been discovered.
She remained silent in the sky, simply raising her hand.
Soon, everyone saw a massive white hand materialize in the sky, resembling a mountain plummeting from the heavens, pointing directly at the army in Nasir City.
Destroying the army, cutting off their continued support, that was the “Silver Poet’s” battle strategy.
A correct battle strategy indeed, but it didn’t mean that the Fischer family and the forces of the Dawn Church hadn’t anticipated it.
Suddenly, a dragon resembling mercury soared up from the ground!
Its body, formed from pure and flawless mercury, shimmered with a cold light under the illumination of the sun, like the brightest constellation, attracting the focus of all eyes.
Its scales shimmered with a silver gloss, both incredibly hard and seemingly containing endless flow and change.
As the Spiritual Dragon roared in a deep and prolonged tone, the surrounding air seemed to tremble; the sound was not of this world but a call from ancient times, breaking through the barriers of time to strike directly at the soul!
It was the Spiritual Dragon raised by Lilian for decades.
The little creature of those early days now possessed power almost close to a Monarch level, undoubtedly a powerful hidden force of the Fischer family!
The white giant’s hand plummeting from the sky was scattered halfway, and Archibald quickly created a huge ice barrier, barely resisting the remaining force. However, the ice barrier was instantly shattered, and the residual force still fell into the army, causing numerous casualties.
Fearing the chaos among the troops would lead to a decline in their sustainability, Archibald immediately bellowed:
“Wounded, do not panic! Your injuries will soon be restored by the barrier!”
The Spiritual Dragon soared again, attempting to bite the body of the “Silver Poet,” who had just survived an attack without a scratch.
Its eyes were bright, as if they could see through the essence of all things, or perhaps they were gateways to another dimension.
Its wings unfolded, capturing the trajectory of the wind, each flight accompanied by the flow and reconfiguration of mercury, as if the power of the entire universe was under its control.
As it approached, “Silver Poet” suddenly felt her spiritual power and mental power being drained away by an invisible force.
At the same time, the voice of Yeager, the leader of the Dawnbringers, unexpectedly reached several people’s ears.
“You all follow my command, attack her together! We cannot let her unleash her power at will! We need to work with that dragon!”
Soon, five viscounts from East Coast Province, as well as Yeager, Moore, Theo, Ian, and Marzo from the Dawn Church—ten people in total—cooperated with the Spiritual Dragon, continuously trying to attack the “Silver Poet,” who was flying back and forth in the sky.
Even a two-headed terrapin on the ground exerted its strength in the battle, firing streams of water cannons towards the sky, though its effect wasn’t significant.
Both had already consumed various delicious snacks beforehand, and after being strengthened by multiple poems, their strength was significantly stronger than usual.
Under the almost indestructible Spiritual Dragon’s leadership, they joined forces in full strength to attack, even suppressing the now-weakened “Silver Poet” who was forced to keep defending.
In fact, compared to those ordinary extraordinary powers, she knew deep inside that what she needed to be more cautious about was the sneak attack by the Forbidden rare artifacts.
Some Forbidden rare artifacts were so powerful that even Monarch powerful experts would fear them.
Meanwhile, “Sword of Salvation” Noah could no longer tolerate Darren’s arrogance.
He lifted his hand to transform the Golden Blood into a sharp sword, creating a Golden Sword out of thin air and aiming to claim Darren’s life.
Even though his power was suppressed by half by the Boundless Light Barrier, Noah, endowed with the Divine Blood “Blood of Salvation,” still possessed nearly mid-level Monarch strength.
To kill such a foolish arrogant person, he felt only a casual strike was needed.
He believed that killing everyone in the entire city was merely a matter of time.
However, Felix suddenly rushed in front of his father Darren, opening a hemispherical barrier of “Counterattack Shield” with rune power, blocking and even reflecting the Golden Sword back!
“Huh?”
A Forbidden rare artifact?
“Sword of Salvation” Noah was stunned for a moment, surprised that his attack was blocked.
Though it was just a casual strike, it had never been blocked by any lower Transmutation Level extraordinary exponents unless it was the power of a Forbidden rare artifact.
The reflective Golden Sword transformed back into blood in midair, floating and spinning in front of expressionless Noah.
Seeing that his father was unharmed, Felix immediately sighed with relief, knowing he still had two more chances today to use “Counterattack Shield.”
“Thanks, Felix!”
Darren’s smile, praising his son, shone through under his mask. Then, locking eyes with “Sword of Salvation” Noah in his sight, he activated another rune power: “Soul Dice”!
“King of Cyart, accept my challenge!”
A faint blue dice phantom appeared in his hand, rapidly spinning.
A powerful treasure desired by the Legend of the Apocalypse, the Forbidden rare artifact identified as number ninety-nine, the intangible Soul Dice began to roll.
The six faces of the Soul Dice represented six completely different “games.”
“Combat Contest,” “Quiz,” “No Contact,” “Hide and Seek,” “Race,” “Luck Gambling”—six types, the caster would force himself and a target in his sight to randomly start a certain game.
The winner of the game would possess strong power against the loser and their relatives and friends.
The eyes behind the Iron Mask stared at the dice phantom, murmuring to himself, “Let’s see what the game is?”
Eventually, the Soul Dice showed a number 4… The content of the gamble was Hide and Seek!