Chapter 453: Icebound (2/2)
Subconsciously, Han Shuo realized that he himself was the big heretic of the evil faction. All kinds of evil energy was his to use!
I am, indeed, a bad guy! Not only that, I’m the also the bad guy that punishes other bad guys!
As Han Shuo thought to himself and laughed, the Demonic Blades in his two hands revolved rapidly, producing flashes nearly invisible to the naked eye.
As for the four-horned aliens nearest to Han Shuo that were unable to retreat in time; before, Han Shuo’s Demonic Blades could leave only blood trails on their bodies. But now, after a round of Demonic Blades flashes, Han Shuo discovered that the new wounds on the seven alien experts around him were deep to the bone!
The trace of fear in the green pupils of the seven alien experts turned into shear dread. All of a sudden, the seven aliens that surrounded him stepped away from Han Shuo uniformly. Fresh, reeking green blood gushed uncontrollably from the new cuts on their bodies!
Han Shuo, too, was dazed. He inspected the meter-long Demonic Blades, almost flabbergasted, not understanding why his Demonic Blades could suddenly deal such extensive injury to the seven aliens.
After some careful thinking, Han Shuo noticed that the only difference between this attack and previous attacks was that the demonic infant had now absorbed the mysterious energy that attacked his soul from the seven aliens. Could the reason have been his demon infant’s absorption of the twenty-eight strands of mysterious energy from the aliens?
“Hey! Elder Sister Tiana, could you hurry up a little?” Stratholme’s yell sounded a short distance away from Han Shuo as he was pondering.
When Han Shuo turned his head, he discovered that Stratholme was swimming around a group of aliens. Wielding a longsword, his lily-embroidered robe was daubed with fresh green blood. Stratholme gave the impression that he was some sort of germaphobe as he appeared to be extremely uncomfortable with the green blood splattered on his robe.
He attacked with his longsword, swerving around the group of aliens, and would slash off the corners of his bloodstained robe from time to time. Even at such a moment of life and death, he was concerned with the cleanliness of his robe. This simply left Han Shuo between laughter and tears.
Stratholme seemed slightly flustered. Han Shuo couldn’t help but sigh at just how mighty and experienced Stratholme the old monster was. All throughout, he did not allow the five-horned alien leader a chance to get near to him, and rather moved around the four-horned aliens that surrounded him in a wonderful pattern. Again and again he would strike with his sword, and there would be another blood hole on an alien’s body.
Ginger gets spicier with age. This old monster is a cunning and seasoned adversary, Han Shuo thought as he formed an impression of Stratholme.
“Done!” yelled upper-class woman Tiana from her distant hiding place.
Soon after, the temperature in the region plunged. Gusts of bone-chilling wind converged in an instant and slithered around like a giant anaconda. Even the four-horned aliens, once swept by the cold air, froze into ice sculptures. Among those formed were four columns of cold air of the greatest thickness, and they fiercely enveloped each and every one of the four alien leaders.
The two on top at the altar and another two under the altar were shrouded by dense, frigid air, specifically prepared for them by Tiana. The four alien leaders, who were nearly a head taller than the rest of their species, did not immediately turn into ice even through the cold air, so cold it could freeze space-time itself.
But still, they suffered some effects. Their bodies were visibly freezing. Crackling noises could be heard from the alien leader pursuing Stratholme, as its speed decreased gradually. And finally it was as slow as a snail, its bodily functions largely compromised by the cold air.
After that one magical spell was deployed by Tiana, the space between the heaven and earth became a frozen realm. The entire lake was frozen over. The cold air, the atmosphere, human shadows; everything seemed to have paused. Besides Stratholme the old monster, Han Shuo, and Tiana, nothing could leap or frisk about.
Han Shuo, too, quivered and silently cursed about the crippling coldness! After a few glances at the five-horned alien moving sluggish, yet mechanically, Han Shuo was finally certain that Tiana was a water divine magus. Otherwise, her bone-chilling air would never have been able to freeze the demi-godlike aliens.
“Now is the time, go grab the things!” commanded Tiana. A trace of unquestionable excitement could be heard in her voice.
The Origin Crystal of Water!
Despite having lived as long as she had, hiding in the shadows of the continent for however many years she had, it still proved an unrestrainable temptation for the water divine magus!
“Move!” yelled Stratholme the old monster suddenly. A new set of silvery-grey, lily-embroidered robes replaced his previous frayed robe. His gaze was fervent as he watched the round sphere radiating lights of fighting aura. His body shot out like lightning.
Of course, Han Shuo didn’t want to fall behind. For the first time ever, he deployed ‘Art of the Demonic Ninth Heavens’ to its fullest. Reynold and Tiana were blind to his flight path. By the time he had reached the top of the altar, his own shadow under the altar where he had just stood had yet to vanish.
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