Chapter 363 - Chapter 363: Chapter 343 Chaos (1/2)
Chapter 363: Chapter 343 Chaos
“You were already dead!”
Marquis Vlad couldn’t believe it!
Byrne remained silent; it was certainly deliberate—every time, he summoned those projections that could shock the enemy.
While there was no direct damage, the mental impact was quite useful.
Marquis Vlad looked at the former Cyart King with disbelief and uncertainty.
“Your Majesty! You are actually still alive. I thought you had already…”
The projection of the former Cyart King suddenly opened its eyes, glinting with golden light.
Marquis Vlad instantly sensed hostility and became angrily alert.
“What exactly are you?”
His battle experience was very rich, and he keenly sensed something was amiss.
Then, the projection of the former Cyart King suddenly cut his own palm, and golden blood slowly flowed out from the wound.
This blood, full of the power of salvation, was not the ordinary red but shone brilliantly like liquid gold.
As the golden blood flowed out, the old king’s projection chanted ancient spells, a voice deep and powerful as if it could penetrate all obstacles, and the golden blood began to coagulate into a powerful energy wave.
The energy wave grew denser and eventually formed a huge golden halo.
The halo shone with an unbearably dazzling light, turning the entire sky gold.
The projection of the former Cyart King suddenly waved his arm, and the halo instantly turned into countless golden rays that scattered in all directions. These golden rays, like sharp blades, cut through the air with a piercing whistle. Where they passed, even flames were sliced and consumed.
The golden light attacked like a sweeping deluge over the Volcano Dragon; Marquis Vlad was powerless against this incredibly strong force and could only watch as he was consumed by the golden light.
“What’s going on!”
He stared angrily at Moore, the recent “Judgment” had weakened part of the Volcano Dragon’s defensive power!
Though it judged only a portion of sins, it still consumed a lot of Moore’s spiritual power, and he was nearly brought to his knees by Marquis Vlad’s furious gaze.
“Aaaahhhhhhh!”
The Volcano Dragon roared incessantly. Its powerful defensive power and life force could not stop the attack of the Blood of Salvation, and those troublesome droplets of blood were gnawing at its flesh and spreading rapidly.
In the end, the entire battlefield was covered with golden light, and the old king’s projection stood tall and alone in the sky.
Just as with the previous mismatch, although Marquis Vlad’s power of Bloodline restrained Chris, he was likewise countered by the “Blood of Salvation.”
Byrne had long understood in his heart that the true strength of summoning past projections with extraordinary power lay in the fact that as long as he was knowledgeable enough, he could always produce a powerful force that restrained the enemy!
However, his spiritual power was soon exhausted, and the projection of the former Cyart King disappeared.
The golden light also completely dissipated, and Marquis Vlad, nearly killed, fell heavily to the ground, his massive body like a volcano causing a tremendous noise as it struck the street!
“Is that some kind of extraordinary power? A projection?”
His eyes were filled with bitterness and determination, yet he still didn’t give up, scouting the surroundings as if searching for a chance to turn the tables.
Even facing a desperate situation, Marquis Vlad still maintained the pride and dignity of the “Flaming Blood Proud Dragon.”
But this time Marquis Vlad was gravely injured again. His wings, once sweeping thousands in the battlefield, now hung weakly, and his tail dragged powerlessly on the ground.
It was clear that if the battle dragged on, he was doomed.
Marquis Vlad analyzed decisively. His spiritual power was nearly depleted, and the Fischer family’s army was already rallying to their aid; he must escape the city now.
The great body of the Volcano Dragon trembled continuously, each breath accompanied by heavy gasps. The steps it took after rising were heavy and slow, each one resonating deeply. Its scales were scarred, some still oozing blood—marks of today’s shameful retreat.
“Damn Fischer!”
Byrne and Chris had both expended a lot, but the Fischer family’s reinforcements were quickly catching up, and Lilian had already risen again to heal them with the “Spirit-returning Tree.”
The scales of victory had completely tipped.
The next moment, Marquis Vlad suddenly turned into numerous pure white bubbles and vanished. The white bubbles scattered for a long time in the sky, slowly dispersing.
Upon seeing this, Byrne furrowed his brows and said, “Did he use some Forbidden rare artifact or alchemical tool?”
Chris nodded slightly in agreement but said nothing.