Chapter 287 The war ends, promotion to the fifth ring!
Yeats is holding the Swift Sword. The curved sword pattern with complicated patterns is like the branches and leaves of mistletoe, and the slender sword body is glowing with bright golden light.
The divinity of light unreservedly emerged from the Silver Sword, causing this swift sword to burn with golden fire. The air boiled and the light was dazzling, reflecting the astonished faces of everyone around.
The creative field has been covered by this sudden divinity. The natural elements and magic network mana that fill this invisible space have all become insensitive, as if facing the stars eclipsed by the sun.
Even the oppressive feeling of the heavenly apostles cannot compete with this divinity!
"How could Yeats have such amazing divinity?"
Colin looked shocked.
Yeats has not yet been promoted to the fifth ring, but at this moment, under the golden light, he seems to be able to easily kill the master. The drastic change in his aura at this moment brought a strong impact to everyone!
"The divinity of light has such a scale! What on earth is going on?"
The Fierce Sun Fighting Lion was horrified.
The God of Light has long since fallen, and his faith and the temple were buried under the sands of time. Anything related to him was regarded as heresy and was ruthlessly suppressed, making the remaining divinity of light even rarer.
At this moment, Yeats is surrounded by thousands of golden light spots, and the majestic light divinity is added to it. Even the arrival of the God of Light is nothing more than this!
The Lionheart King said with emotion: "Yeats seems to have the inheritance of the God of Light!"
"Buzz——"
The Apostle of Revenge also realized what happened to Yeats The changes and strong fear prompted him to invoke divinity at all costs.
Crystal white light spots surged around the Book of Revenge, and these holy lights gradually condensed into a burning ball of light. Then the ball of light continued to expand, like a sun about to explode, suspended above Yeats' head, brewing in the dazzling light. A terrifying explosion!
The power of the Holy Flame Technique is far superior to ordinary flames. This sun formed by the Holy Flame is like hundreds of fireballs compressed to the extreme. The breath of annihilation is like divine punishment, and the sky is covered with fire. Overwhelmed with roar!
This area of creation has been in chaos due to the violent divine conflict. The magic network here has collapsed, and a large amount of disordered magic power has formed arcane missiles, flowing, splashing, falling, and exploding!
The size of the light ball condensed by the Book of Revenge is still expanding!
“Boom——”
Looking at this ball of light, Lionheart King's pupils shrank and he was filled with horror.
The breath of this spell is so terrifying that even the masters at the pinnacle of mankind cannot compete!
Immediately, Lionheart King cooperated with Colin and Lieyang Fighting Lion to cast protective spells, but sweat could not help but streak on his forehead.
Whether he can withstand this killing move of the Apostle of Vengeance, even the king still has no confidence in his heart!
"Yeats, come back quickly!!"
In the midst of the hustle and bustle, Lionheart King did not forget to shout.
"It's too late..." Colin looked ugly.
Once the apostles' offensive falls, Yeats will be the first to suffer, and he will surely suffer!
Lie Yang Fighting Lion seemed to have seen the scene of Yeats being burnt to charcoal by that terrifying ball of light, and his eyes showed deep regret.
However, the Guardian War Beast also shoulders the mission of protecting the king. It is determined to rescue Yeats who is too far ahead, but there is no way to save him!
Once people get older, it will be even more painful to face separation and death...especially the death of young people.
The Lionheart's lips trembled slightly, his eyes were covered with a layer of haze, and he shouted angrily:
"What are you doing, Yeats, stay back!"
All sounds are blocked.
Yeats's heart was still, and he lost himself in the explosion and roar, once again activating the power contained in the Silver Sword.
Compared with the first time, Yeats became more and more familiar with it, closing his eyes and letting his soul return to the soul realm.
Standing on the water of soul, reaching out to pluck the mistletoe from the tree of life, Yeats' eyes flashed slightly.
The Silver Sword, which once drank the blood of the god, became a sacred object of the God of Light.
It is like the spear used by the executioner for execution, soaked in divine blood and turned into a holy spear.
The murder weapon and the sacred weapon can actually transform into each other. This is the case with most of the conflicts in the world.
Instead of fearing bloodshed and sacrifice, it is better to use blood to build the cornerstone of climbing and transform pain into strength.
Recognizing the cruelty of life and still facing it generously is the way to become a hero.
“Buzz——”
The mistletoe in the palm responded to Yeats’s thoughts and sent out sharp fluctuations.
Throughout the soul realm, layers of ripples spread out, causing the tree of life to blossom and bear fruit. The golden veins extended upward along the trunk, gradually evolving into a dark golden brilliance.
The fifth ring of life on the tree trunk was instantly ignited!
The fifth ring of life shows a deep and steady dark golden color, revealing the hero's obsidian-like will!
Suddenly, Yeats opened his cold pupils, with dark golden flames dancing in them.
"Sa——"
The dark gold fighting spirit that symbolizes the five-ring hero ignited in Yeats, and that substantial will was like the passionate drums on the battlefield.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The heart roars, the blood boils, and the divinity burns!
At this moment, the shackles of Yeats’ soul burst with a bang, and the aura in his body continued to rise.
Promotion, five-ring hero! !
The scene of promotion in the battlefield made everyone look at him with surprise, and their eyes showed strangeness and shock!
"A breakthrough at this time?!"
Kelin's pupils shrank, and he lost his voice in disbelief.
In such an extremely harsh battlefield, to achieve promotion instead, even the master would be surprised!
Yeats's body is surrounded by golden light, bathed in divinity, carrying the hero's soul. Facing the invincible apostle, Yeats's fighting spirit burns like a fire, causing the soul power to increase again. !
“Even a five-ring hero can’t change the situation!”
Lieyang Fighting Lion sighed heavily.
Three masters working together cannot compete with the quasi-sacred apostle. What can Yeats do?
Unless you have the blessing of legendary weapons, such as Longinus Spear, Gangnir Spear, and Mjolnir Hammer.
Artifacts can greatly influence the battle between gods. Whether the God of Storms or Thunder holds Mjolnir is a completely different concept!
But how can a mortal possess legendary weapons? The artifact has a spirit, and it is impossible for a mortal to gain recognition!
However.
Lionheart King glanced at the buzzing Sword in the Stone in his hand, and was surprised to see that the Sword in the Stone broke with a "clang" and returned to the form of a broken sword.
The majestic king's sword actually screamed in front of the swift sword in Yeats's hand, as if it was trembling in awe!
The Lionheart King was slightly startled, with incredible conjectures emerging in his mind, and stared in the direction of Yeats.
Thinking back to the previous scene where the goddess of youth appeared, Lionheart King secretly thought that there must still be some unknown method hidden in Yeats... It may even be related to the old gods of the last era!
The God of Light was good at bows, arrows and swordsmanship. After being shot by the God of Darkness with mistletoe, the world lost its light and ushered in a three-year long winter, called "Finbul Winter". This long winter plunged the world into darkness, and eventually caused a catastrophe called "Twilight of the Gods."
Lionheart King speculates that as Yeats is the chosen god of art, and the goddess of art is also the subordinate of the God of Light, there may be a deeper connection between Yeats and the God of Light.
And this connection was the reason Yeats dared to stand before the apostles and draw his sword towards the rumbling sky!
In an instant, the magic condensed by the Apostle of Vengeance suddenly fell!
Legendary spell, [Holy Flame Falling from the Sky]!
This was a huge fireball composed of flames, occupying most of the sky. When it fell, it seemed like burning meteorites rolling down, bringing strong oppression and shock.
In front of this raging fireball, the protective spell that the three masters worked together to support was as fragile as a piece of tissue paper. The barrier broke after less than a moment of support!
The Lionheart King’s pupils contracted, seeing the [Holy Flame Falling from the Sky] about to devour Yeats!
The next second, a sharp golden light rose into the sky, reflecting the battlefield in the dusk like daylight, carrying an incomparable brilliance and heading straight towards the falling fireball!
The Sword of Silver, Mistertin! This stabbing sword also functions as an arrow. Under Yeats's guidance, it flies out of the air from the palm of your hand and goes straight into the clouds!
Everyone looked frightened and their breathing was stagnant, as if they had lost the ability to speak in an instant.
I saw the golden light rushing towards the huge white-gold fireball, and quickly submerged into the burning "sun", but only a moment later, the sharp golden light penetrated The huge fireball drew a sharp straight line and continued to rush towards the Book of Revenge behind the fireball!
After a short pause, the white-gold fireball formed by [Holy Flame Skyfall] exploded in the sky!
“Boom——”
The splashing flames continued to fall like a meteor shower.
Falling into lakes, forests, and land, a raging fire broke out on this small island.
"The legendary spell... was chopped into pieces by Yeats's sword skills?"
Kelin looked up at the sky, his voice hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of his throat.
Not even Colin, who has legendary combat skills, can't do this.
And Yeats, he had just been promoted to the fifth ring, but he had already performed such a shocking performance!
“This kind of sword skill must have limitations.” Lieyang Fighting Lion speculated.
The Lion-Hearted King nodded, with a sharp eye, and asserted, "Yeats's sword is extraordinary!"
"Zheng——"
Sharp The sword light pierced through the fireball and shot straight at the apostle of revenge. Even the God of Light fell due to its unparalleled sharpness!
This is naturally not the pinnacle strike of the Silver Dendrobium Sword [Mistetin], but it can already penetrate the defense of the quasi-sacred realm!
The eyes of the Book of Revenge reveal human alarm. It closed the pages, revealing a black gold-edged sheepskin book, and an indestructible protective barrier surrounded it.
The domain of the Apostle of Revenge is called [Revenge Domain]. Any damage caused to him in this domain will be multiplied back to the attacker. Therefore, the Apostle of Vengeance's style is more defensive.
However, in Daisy’s [Misty Realm], her [Revenge Realm] cannot be opened at all.
No matter how strong the defense is, it will be penetrated by a sharp sword!
The Sword of Silver pierced the barrier, causing ripples to form at the point of contact. The attack was distributed to the entire barrier, thus continuously dissolving it.
After a short stalemate, everyone froze in place, only to hear a "click", and the barrier completely broke!
At this moment, the apostle of revenge suddenly uttered strange and obscure syllables, like the language of heaven, echoing in Yeats's ears, like mental pollution, constantly disturbing his mind!
Thousands of figures were making noise in Yeats's ears at the same time.
They told of their unwillingness and thirst for revenge, and the overwhelming negative emotions were about to drag Yeats into the quagmire!
Yeats had a splitting headache and his eyes were bloodshot. Willpower alone cannot resist this desire for revenge filled with hatred and unwillingness. Even the soul will be burned to ashes by the fire of revenge!
But this method of targeting souls is precisely the attack method that the panel is best at resisting!
Yeats called the panel, and a simple stone tablet appeared in front of his field of vision. Above the stone tablet were displayed various conditions and data of Yeats. After he reached out and touched the invisible stone tablet, a cool feeling suddenly appeared in his mind.
All distractions are gone.
Even the power of [Revenge] cannot interfere with Yeats' mind. After all, this is the will of the fourth natural disaster, and everything is decided by the player himself!
In an instant, Yeats' eyes became clear again.
This scene fell into the eyes of the revenge apostle, and the sound it made seemed dry and incomprehensible.
"How on earth...how did you break free?"
"It all depends on my strong will!"
Yeats's eyes were cold and cold, and he stretched out his hand and pointed his finger. The sword is like a meteor piercing the sky, running through the entire book of revenge!
Immediately it flew around in the air and fell back into Yeats's palm again.
Yeats picked up the sword and sheathed it.
Boom! !
The book of revenge was ignited by the dazzling light divinity, and the pages turned into ashes, like thousands of unwilling undead roaring, the sky trembled, and the roar was deafening!
The three masters looked up blankly, looking at the lit Book of Revenge, speechless for a long time.
Colin couldn't hide the shock in his eyes and murmured:
"It's like...the God of Light is reborn..."
The Lieyang Fighting Lion was silent, thinking, it has I have the same feeling, but I suspect that the choice of the Goddess of Youth is just a pretense, and Yeats is actually the God of Light!
"Today's events are not allowed to be disclosed to the outside world."
The Lionheart King took a deep breath, looked deeply, and said slowly:
"Yeats's future... is the future of the Golden Lion!"
A large number of divine fragments turned into streams of light and flew out of the Book of Revenge, but he still did not lose all consciousness.
At this time, streaks of aurora appeared in the sky, wrapping and digesting these divine fragments like silk.
Divinity plays a vital role in the divine power of gods.
In Yeats' ears, Daisy's contented sigh sounded:
"Ah... it's so refreshing, Yeats... every time I see you, it makes me satisfied!"
Yeats: "..."
What a terrible line.
It was only then that the side effects of using the Sword of Silver began to take effect. Yeats's vision turned black and his body was crumbling. It was not until he was supported by Gray that he managed to exhale.
Looking at the sky again, the Book of Revenge is still burning, and Daisy’s aurora disguised with mist is constantly plundering His remaining authority.
A large number of dead souls disappeared into ashes, and Yeats vaguely saw the figure of the Blood Spider standing on the lake, staring up at the sun.
She turned her head, and her eyes reflected the gentle and bright silver-haired boy like the sun, staring calmly and silently.
Finally, her transparent figure gradually disappeared in the sunlight.
“Since you are a bard.” Daisy chuckled and said, “On this occasion, it’s time to express your feelings?”
Yeats paused for a moment, inspecting the broken battlefield. A ray of setting sun cut through the clouds and said slowly:
"I could have endured the darkness,
if I had not seen the sun.
Yet the sunlight has made my desolation
a newer desolation."
< br>"For the vampires?" Daisy said in surprise.
Yeats smiled: "It's just a casual mention, don't delve into it."
Daisy pondered for a moment and smiled: "Looking at your good performance this time, I decided to give you one Surprise."
"What surprise?"
"The Book of Revenge!" Daisy paused and raised her tone, "Youth Edition!"
Yeats: " …”
Are you sure it's a surprise, not a shock?
(End of this chapter)