Chapter 452: Demonic Blades (2/2)
As if an incorporeal incisive weapon was being unceasingly whirled around his body at such high speeds it was impossible to see, Han Shuo advanced towards the center of the isle and the aliens who were charging towards him from all around simply split into pieces. Not one of them could get anywhere closer than three meters to Han Shuo.
Lightning sacred magus Reynold who had just released large-scale lightning magic, ‘Omnipresent Lightning’, revealed a rather ugly expression. Under his voice he exclaimed, “What a terrifying young man. It’s no wonder Brettel City was left so brazen!”
Just then, a dense element of lightning converged from all around. The bright, clear sky turned into hundreds, maybe thousands of lightning bolts with the girth of an infant’s arm. Accompanied by the fierce rumbling of thunder, the lightning tangled in the air like dragons before striking the isle in the middle of the lake.
At long last, Han Shuo finally witnessed just the severity of a magical spell cast by a sacred grade magus!
Hundreds of thousands of lightning bolts struck down like a thunderstorm in the bright, clear sky. Jolts of lightning of differing diameters filled the sky. Although Reynold’s target was merely the isle in the middle of the lake, the coverage area of this ‘Omnipresent Lightning’ spell was clearly far wider.
As thunder and lightning bombarded the ground below, the deep blue lake transformed into an ocean of electrical sparks. The tranquility of the lake was completely disrupted by the rumbling. One after another, jets of water mixed with the power of lightning shot to the sky. The water pillars were extremely muddy, obviously expelled from the bottom of the lake by the thunder.
Strands of electric currents flooded the big lake. Fish and shrimp, which weren’t considered magical creatures, floated on the surface with their stomachs to the sky, dead beyond all doubt.
If the mere boundary was such a horrific sight already, then surely those aliens on the isle, the true targets, were suffering even more devastation. Heavy lightning struck the land, densely packed. Each and everyone of those aliens collapsed to the ground, letting off thick, black smoke.
Of the aliens with less than three horns on their heads, not one survived the attack of the lightning magic.
Those with three horns were trembling to insanity, and must have suffered rather extensive injuries. Only the four-horned aliens emerged unscathed. Each of them had their eyes locked firmly on Stratholme and Han Shuo, ready to gang up and attack.
The five-horned alien leaders had managed not only to deflect all lightning, but before the lightning even came close to them, they perished due to the energy they emitted, causing absolutely no harm. Of the four alien leaders, two remained in their posts to proceed with the ceremony, while the other two slowly rose up to the sky, and headed towards Stratholme and Han Shuo.
For Stratholme and Han Shuo, as the main assault forces, this kind of high-coverage lightning magic had hardly any adverse effects on them. They continued to charge towards the altar.
The aliens with one or two horns had had no chance of attacking Stratholme, and were massacred under the two’s attacks. And while those with three horns could, with a higher moving speed and better bodily defense, they were barely enough to resist the two for a while, yet unable to hinder the pace of the two as they charged ahead.
However, the four-horned aliens were flight-capable. Over a dozen of these aliens closed in on Stratholme and Han Shuo separately. Even with the incisive longsword and Demonic Blades wielded by Stratholme and Han Shuo respectively, they could only leave blood traces, and couldn’t behead the aliens effortlessly like before.
The four-horned aliens were, despite their strength, somewhat inferior to a sacred swordmaster, they weren’t much of a gap apart. Surrounded by threateningly powerful four-horned aliens, even Han Shuo and Stratholme held back.
But even more frightening was that two of the alien leaders with five horns were stepping down from the altar. Han Shuo had long appraised the strength of these two alien chiefs. Their cold green eyes lacked the emotion that any mortal being would display. Even as they approached, a kind of destructive aura wildly converging on their bodies.
“Elder Sister Tiana, can you do it now?” Stratholme the old monster yelled.
“Hang in there for two minutes. It will be ready very soon!” Tiana replied from a great distance.
Han Shuo felt the temperature was dropping rapidly in the area. The vast lake, which was still spurting a moment before, had actually turned into thick layer of ice at some point. Lightning still thrashed now and then, but surprisingly, were unable to break the thick layer of ice. The even more terrifying fact was that the surrounding temperature was ever falling. There seemed not to be a hint of warmth between heaven and earth, only a spine-chilling coldness.