Chapter 452: Demonic Blades (1/2)

GDK 452: Demonic Blades

The azure staff materialized in Tiana’s hand and immediately, the element of water came to life in the region, which had just regained a presence of elements. The dry air was now filled with moisture, while the blanket of fog that lingered around Tiana grew thicker.

“Reynold, take care of those in the outermost perimeter. You two get close to retrieve the Origin Crystal. I will deploy magic from the sides to assist the two of you. Tiana bluntly elected herself to be the leader, as the staff in her hand began to rapidly absorb the rich element of water in the region.

“Let’s go!” shouted the old monster Stratholme in a low voice. A simple and unadorned longsword the width of about two fingers fell into his hand. Immediately after he spoke, he flew off a hundred meters away, charging straight towards the aliens, who were holding some sort of wicked ceremony.

Han Shuo was empty-handed. When he saw Stratholme suddenly on the move, Han Shuo reduced to a cloud of black light and followed tightly behind Stratholme. While in the air, Han Shuo’s ten fingernails started to grow rapidly. Within the blink of an eye, they were a meter long. His frightening fingernails twinkled with the incisive gloss of the edge of a knife.

‘Demonic Blades’ was a demonic art that could only be practiced by one who had reached the Carnal Realm, as the body of a demonic practitioner could only prompt the sudden growth of demonic claws within the realm. Naturally, those in the demonic sect would not simply call their own fingernails, however long they were, ‘claws’, therefore they were dubbed ‘Demonic Blades’.

After the meter-long fingernails were perfused with demonic yuan, the Demonic Blades truly resembled sharp blades, even somewhat sharper than some regular grade A weapons.

When Stratholme the old monster finally found the time to take a glance behind, he was shocked by the bizarre changed on Han Shuo’s two hands, wondering, is this kid even human? How are his nails sharper than the sharpest knives?

Buzz… Buzz…

The aliens in the midst of a procession immediately sensed some incoming danger. They let out an ear-piercing noise that resonated through the sky. For one who was no real expert like Han Shuo and the three, one such as Cecilia, that buzzing alone would cause their eardrums to rupture.

“I’ll go right and you take the left. Let’s move!” Stratholme the old monster shouted loudly. An unhealthy light grey appeared on his handsome face. Before Han Shuo could answer, the old monster’s speed multiplied abruptly, and he streaked across the surface of the vast lake in an instant, heading into the isle covered with aliens.

With one sweep of the longsword in Stratholme’s hand, colourless and formless fighting aura erupted like a volcano. The bodies of a dozen or more aliens closest to Stratholme exploded violently, shattering into pieces just three meters from him.

For swordsmen and knights, even though they possessed fighting aura, their fighting aura carried different colours. From the pale blue fighting aura of a swordsman apprentice to the gold fighting aura of a sacred swordmaster, they all varied in colours. Legend had it that only an expert who had broke through to divine swordmaster could possess colourless and formless fighting aura. This Stratholme before his eyes was evidently one of the said experts on the level of divine swordmaster.

If not for Han Shuo’s mighty consciousness, and his unwavering attention to Stratholme’s attack movements, he perhaps wouldn’t have had so easily noticed the intimidating colourless, formless fighting aura condensed in his longsword. Without any colour as indicators, the opponent would hardly be able to tell just how horrific the fighting aura was, and it would surely leave any opponent of his with a headache.

Absolutely marvelous! Indeed a true, out-and-out demigod expert! No wonder sacred swordmaster Karel and Dempus suffered such a crestfallen defeat. Han Shuo thought inwardly, having witnessed Stratholme’s attack.

Even while observing Stratholme, Han Shuo’s own movements weren’t slowing a tad. By the time Stratholme swept out his longsword, Han Shuo had landed in the middle of another side of the aliens. Hundreds of humanoids with green skin, python-like tails and one or two horns on their head, coldly fixed their green eyes on Han Shuo. A dozen or more of those aliens were already charging at him.

“Hmph, just in time to try my new demonic art Demonic Blades on you fools,” Han Shuo said to himself in a low voice, sneering. His two bladed hands moved succinctly in a criss-cross motion. Dazzling lights flashed one after another as Han Shuo made his way forward, laughing grimly.

The few aliens that had tried to approach him were now sliced into shreds, their bodies reduced to the fleshy equivalent of julienned vegetables. Some of those aliens even maintained running position, but their heads and half of their bodies would fall apart cleanly.

Even more aliens turned into severed limbs and corpses in a flash. Perhaps Han Shuo had waved his Demonic Blades too rapidly, or maybe the Demonic Blades themselves were excessively sharp, but there was not a single shriek from the aliens, not even an expression of pain on their faces.