Chapter 341 It’s a rainy night. You can’t win despite all your efforts. Go and invite the goddess of the night! (7K)
The Sword of Silver, Mistertin, the sword of bad luck that leads the gods to destruction in mythology.
It is as powerful as the Eternal Spear in the hands of the God-Kings of the past, and surpasses the Poseidon Trident that set off waves in the seven seas!
The most magical thing about this artifact is that it has an ability that is difficult to detect.
In the past, all creatures swore not to harm the God of Light. Only mistletoe was forgotten by the gods because it was too small, and eventually became the murder weapon to kill the God of Light.
This story has also become the source of the "undetectable" ability of the Silver Sword.
Thanks to this ability, as long as Yeats wants to, he can contain the aura of the Silver Sword. Even the gods in heaven cannot detect that this artifact is hidden in his hands.
Facing the fierce fish-man king with a majestic aura, Yeats consciously released a wisp of coercion originating from the Silver Sword.
In an instant.
The fish-man king's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the human youth standing in the rainstorm in surprise.
At that moment, the fishman king seemed to have an hallucination in front of his eyes——
In the heavy rain, a sharp sword came like a ghost, and his chest was pierced straight by the sharp sword, without any resistance. room!
How is this possible?
He hasn’t even drawn his sword yet, how could I see the shadow of death!
The fear of death instantly engulfed him like a tide. The fish-man king's breathing became stagnant, and a pair of hollow yellow eyes stared straight at Yeats, as if he wanted to find out whether he was real or not.
The situation reached a brief stalemate.
Heavy rainstorm.
Water vapor is thick between the confrontation between Yeats and the Fish-Man King.
Helena’s little hands tightly grasped the hem of Yeats’s clothes, her lips turned pale and her whole body trembled with nervousness.
There was a loud bang.
The thunder was deafening.
Dazzling lightning flashed above Yeats' head, tearing apart the dark night sky.
The tragic coastal battlefield, the Sixth Ring Masters fighting under the canopy, and the Kraken's Claw with its giant pincers constantly raising tsunamis, were all illuminated by this dazzling white light, making the rainy night seem like daytime.
Cries, roars, tsunamis, heavy rain and thunder... none of them disturbed Yeats' mind.
He calmly stared at the powerful enemy ahead.
His thoughts were like lightning and he began to analyze the current situation.
The Kraken's Claw and the Murloc King both have six-ring combat power, and they are allies on the surface, but they seem to be inseparable.
The ancestor of Kraken's Claw was once a member of Poseidon, but later betrayed Him. The claws of Kraken also flow with the blood of betrayers. The purpose of this cooperation with the Murloc King is to kill Helena and drive out the Poseidon bloodline.
The Murloc King holds the idea of capturing Helena alive and wants to use her Poseidon bloodline to strengthen the Murloc power.
Famulla, the leader of the Demon Hunting Hammer, the most powerful presiding judge of the Tribunal, and possesses the inheritance of the Judgment Apostles.
Her philosophy is extremely pure, which is to slaughter all heretics present.
These include the three six-ring masters of Kraken's Claw, the Murloc King, and the High Priest of the Night Margotha, as well as Helena, who has the blood of Poseidon... Naturally, including me, this multi-god selection .
As for the goal of the high priest and I... Yeats' eyes flashed... We must first save Helena, and then find a way to activate the sacrificial array and call for the arrival of the goddess of the night!
Thinking of this, Yeats raised the silver oak sword, and rainwater splashed on the sharp sword body, breaking the raindrops.
The bright sword light reflected the young man's stern eyes, pointing at the six-ringed murloc that exuded the aura of a king. Yeats slightly raised his chin, showing a provocative look.
"Come on, I'll let you attack first!"
As a five-ring hero, the surging will forms a majestic aura, which is no less impressive when facing the Murloc King!
The Fish-Man King’s eyes kept flickering, staring at Yeats.
Immediately, it rolled its yellow eyes, showing a slight flinch, and took a step back with its feet, sinking deeply into the beach.
This scene fell in the eyes of the thin girl behind Yeats, and she couldn't help but open her eyes wide.
Helena had witnessed her relatives worshiping the Fish-Man King with her own eyes, and the final crazy scene. Her fear of the Fish-Man King could not be described in words.
However, when facing humans, the Fishman King actually shows a look of retreat!
Involuntarily, Helena's eyes revealed a deeper trust, and she quietly retracted her body into Yeats's back.
Even in the face of Yeats's provocation, the Fish-Man King still did not take action. He just stared at him coldly, constantly releasing his will to release the pressure, and wanted to directly make Yeats surrender on the spiritual level.
But Yeats’s soul cannot be shaken by the will of Master Six Rings!
Although the fish-man king could not recognize the origin of the sword in the hand of this human boy, he instinctively sensed a hint of danger and did not intend to take action rashly.
The more indifferent Yeats behaved, the more vigilant the Fishman King became.
Looking at the human boy with a disdainful sneer on his lips, the fish-man king held the trident in his hand and was not in a hurry to attack. He just stood far away and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Bang!
The deep-sea fishman king, who was burly and covered in black scales, hit the beach with the end of his trident. Suddenly, an invisible ripple spread in all directions.
The fish-man who was affected by the ripples suddenly let out a piercing scream, his eyes were scarlet, and he gave up his original goal and formed an encirclement circle, shrinking towards Yeats and Helena!
Facing the gazes of hundreds of scarlet eyes, Helena's hair stood on end and her teeth chattered.
In the howling storm, there was a strong smell of blood and rancidity. Even the heavy rain could not wash away the blood stains on the coast. On the beach with lightning and thunder, flickering light and dark, thousands of murlocs Keep coming closer, it's like a nightmare!
The Murloc King, sitting behind the tide-like murloc army, stared at Yeats coldly, undoubtedly wanting to use the lives of his own people to find out Yeats's true strength!
The first time they saw it, the Fishman King did not take action personally.
Yeats secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
My bluffing strategy was successful.
[Tidecaller King Aquith].
The reason why it can ascend the throne of the Murloc King and become a six-ring strongman is inseparable from the trident in its hand, and it is inseparable from its own cunning and cruelty!
After realizing that the Sword of Silver is extraordinary, it will definitely not risk getting hurt and fight me to the end. After all, there are other Sixth Ring Masters secretly eyeing its life. !
As for this group of miscellaneous fish——
Yeats glanced at the low-ring fish-men approaching from all directions, and the corners of his mouth curved with disdain.
What is the difference between this and mowing the grass?
Zheng!
Wherever the sword light swept across, the fishmen fell down in patches like wheat cut by a sickle!
In the blink of an eye, nearly ten murlocs were buried in front of the blazing sword light of the Silver Sword!
Far away.
The captain of the Demon Hunting Hammer team, who was fighting hard with the fishmen, felt that the pressure suddenly eased.
Looking closely, I saw a tall figure standing in the rain. The sharp blade in his hand was like the scythe of death. Every slash could achieve astonishing results!
The eyes of the squad leader under the iron helmet could not help but reveal a hint of shock.
There are such powerful heroes among the Dark Night Sect!
Yeats does not know the combat skills of the Dark Night School, and has never dabbled in the [Dark Night Fighting Qi] possessed by the Dark Night Knight, but the Dark Night Divinity in his soul realm is extremely abundant and can be converted into energy. Easily roll up the turbulent shadows, like purple fire devouring the murlocs, and the crazy burning shadows take away the undead in droves!
At the same time.
Dark Night Priest Chloe flew over the battlefield, anxiously searching for Yeats' whereabouts.
She received an order from the high priest to take Helena to a safe place, and at the same time, whether alive or dead, she must find Shylock's whereabouts.
At this moment, Chloe's eyes reflected 'Sherlock' who was slashing out turbulent shadows. She couldn't help but be stunned, and then her eyes showed deep shock.
Sherlock's combat skills are completely unstructured, or in other words, he doesn't know the dark night combat skills at all.
It is completely using swordsmanship, combined with the powerful dark night divinity, to achieve a dominant performance in the face of thousands of murlocs!
Chloe can't imagine what earth-shattering deeds Sherlock has done before, so that he can have such full night divinity in his soul realm, as if the goddess of the night pays special attention to him!
Looking at the figure in the middle of the tidal wave of fishmen on a rainy night, seemingly in a deserted land, Chloe couldn't help but let out a sigh.
——No operations, just numerical values!
Yeats swept with his sword, and the violent purple shadow turned the rows of low-ringed murlocs into ashes. These words flashed in his mind.
Faced with the sacrifice of his own race, the face of Tidecaller Aquith did not change at all, but his eyes became darker, revealing a hint of contempt.
The Fifth Ring is certainly a hero in the Mega Kingdom, but he is completely vulnerable to the Master of the Sixth Ring!
Yeats also realized that he had to get out as soon as possible, held Helena's hand beside him, and whispered:
"Do you believe me?"
Helena said nothing, just nodded vigorously and stumbled:
"You can...don't worry about me..."
Yeats must admit that the reason why he wanted to save Helena was selfish.
With the blood of Poseidon, she is expected to ascend to the position of high priest of Poseidon Temple in the future, and then become a valuable assistance to her in the coming age of navigation.
But faced with the ferocious murlocs surrounding them, and under the cold and evil gaze of Tidecaller Aquith, Yeats' blood boiled in his blood, and he decided to leave with Helena no matter what!
"Hold on to me."
Yeats said: "I will feel a little dizzy next."
Helena was startled slightly, and suddenly felt that her body had left the ground.
Looking down, the fish people on the beach raised their heads one after another, getting smaller and smaller.
The strong wind blew Helena's black hair, and she hugged Yeats's back tightly, with a look of shock and trance on her face——
It turns out that flying in the sky feels like this, and the whole coast is like this. An unobstructed view!
Helena could see the fishmen on the ground roaring unwillingly and angrily, raising their harpoons and swords to the sky, but there was nothing she could do against them.
At this time, a strong dizziness suddenly hit Helena.
Faced with the grief of Harvey's death, the fear before the tsunami, and the joy of the rest of the life after the disaster... the strong emotional fluctuations brought Helena's nerves to the edge, but at this crisis, the situation slowed down slightly, and the coldness Stimulated by the wind, Helena took a deep breath and was about to pass out.
At this time, Helena heard the young man in front of her say slowly in a gentle and powerful tone:
"I often hear people say, don't give up."
"Even when death comes The moment before, you must firmly hold the throat of fate."
"You have power beyond your imagination, Helena, and the way to use this power..."
Rainy Night. In the middle, the young man looked back, his eyes firm, and said word by word:
"Just don't give up!"
Helena's breathing was weak, but her blue eyes were as bright as the vast blue sea.
At this moment, her soul realm quietly opened.
There are extraordinary seeds that quickly take root, sprout, and branch on the water of the soul, and quickly grow into a tree of life! !
Helena's body exuded a burst of strong Poseidon divinity, causing vibrations in the sea. Just like Poseidon's wrath, a coercion originating from Poseidon's bloodline spread in the invisible realm of creation!
Affected by this divinity, the violent murlocs also showed timidity, and some murlocs retreated one after another.
The priests of Demon Hunting Hammer looked up at the two figures flying high in the sky.
"Obviously a heretic..." The captain's eyes were complicated.
But why do I admire them?
Yeats noticed the changes in Helena.
On this stormy night, Helena became a transcendent person, rising from a mortal to the level of a ring!
Due to the divine blood she possesses, from now on, her promotion will soar at a speed that will make others envious and shocked.
In the current desperate situation, although this extraordinary power is weak, it at least ensures that Helena will not be killed by the harsh natural environment!
"Thank you, thank you..."
Yeats felt Helena bury her head in his shoulder and said almost sobbing.
"It doesn't matter."
Yeats said with a smile: "As long as you live, there will be hope."
However, at this moment.
A fierce murderous intention strikes from the beach!
Aquith, the Tidecaller King, has already determined Yeats' true and falsehood. Without using that mysterious sword, he only has five rings and cannot withstand the Tidecaller Halberd. Blow!
The rain was pouring down, and thousands of raindrops connected to form an airtight water curtain. On the beach where the huge waves were beating against the cliffs, Aquith's ferocious face shot out a faint yellow gaze. The gills on his face opened and closed, and the muscles all over his body were ridged. , the body actually expanded again!
Originally only a little over two meters tall, its size has more than doubled at this moment. Standing in the heavy rain, its figure looks like a monster under the light of thunder and lightning, bringing a frightening and suffocating sense of oppression! Even though he was a demon-hunting priest with a belief as firm as steel, looking at the devil-like huge and terrifying Deep Sea Murloc King, an invisible feeling of depression and despair shrouded him like a nightmare!
Then... what kind of monster is it? !
The captain of the Demon Hunting Hammer, his pupils shrank, and such thoughts came to his mind.
His arms were stiff and numb from the continuous fighting, and he could not help shaking at this moment.
The will of the six-ringed masters, with Tidecaller King Aquis as the center, sweeps in all directions, forcing humans to fear and surrender! !
Yeats glanced at Aquith from a high altitude and noticed the widely spread fins on his face and the muscles swollen by the rain. He had a complicated mood.
The Deep Sea King has opened its second stage, right?
“Her—”
The Tidecaller King Aquith’s face was ferocious, and his scaly arm muscles were knotted. He raised the trident in his hand, and an explosive force was brewing in his body. , so that the beach beneath your feet sank, creating terrifying air waves!
"Give it to me!!"
Suddenly, Aquith projected the trident in his hand, with unparalleled majestic power, and along with the thunder that pierced the sky, it hit Yeats's body. barrier!
Boom! !
Caught off guard, the [golden barrier] provided by Yeats's Golden Fleece Medal was directly blasted to pieces. I felt that my internal organs were splitting and the pain was excruciating!
Yeats vomited out a large mouthful of blood and managed to maintain his flying figure without being repulsed by the trident. With a stern look in his eyes, he reached out towards the flying trident with his backhand and grasped it tightly!
God-given combat skills·Poet’s Grip!
This move that Yeats calls "Poet's Hold" has the effect of grabbing a white blade with bare hands. It can not only convert the held object into a weapon as much as possible, but can even seize the enemy's weapon as a weapon. For your own use!
The trident in his palm seemed to have a soul, resisting fiercely. Yeats ignored it and continued to activate his combat skills!
The Tidecaller King Aquith was stunned for a moment. He saw the human holding the Tidecaller Trident flying in the air. Strange energy surged in his palm, and he actually tried to imprint his soul on the trident. Erase it and force it to be used by him! !
The surprise in Aquith's eyes flashed away, and he became furious.
Human beings are so brave, they even dare to snatch my weapons!
The next moment, Aquith suddenly stretched out his palm, curled his five fingers, exuding strong traction, as if competing with Yeats for the ownership of the trident!
呲——
The long handle of the trident exudes an extremely cold atmosphere, and the surface condenses into frost, but it looks extremely hot!
Yeats' palms felt stinging, and the skin on his palms was melted by the hot trident. He still did not let go, gritted his teeth, and said with all his strength:
"Hai, Helena...drop your blood...on the trident..."
"What?" Helena asked nervously, speaking incoherently, "Are you okay!"
"Your blood!" Yeats said, "Hurry up!"
Based on the memory of his previous life, Yeats still remembered that the Tidecalling Trident in Aquith's hand was transformed from the gem [Heart of the Ocean] Coming, is the part of the Poseidon Trident that controls the [Tide Calling] ability.
And Helena’s Poseidon bloodline has extremely high authority. Just one drop of divine blood can remove the soul mark left by Aquith on the trident!
Helena was stunned, then made up her mind, bit her finger, and dripped blood on the trident that was surging with cold air.
In an instant.
The frost covering the trident's handle melted.
The power that was confronting Yeats also dissipated!
See this.
Tidecaller King Aquith froze on the spot, the shock in his eyes quickly turned into anger.
He jumped into a rage, let out a deafening roar, and charged towards Yeats in the air!
"Despicable...Give me back my trident!!"
Without the [Tide Calling Staff], even Aquith himself will be counterattacked by the tide!
A huge wave suddenly rose from the sea, as if the water element giant stretched out its giant palm and engulfed the Tidecaller King Aquith.
Rumble——
The tide surges.
Aquith gritted his teeth, had no choice but to stop his body, and punched hard to smash the huge wave into white foam!
The sea seems to be conscious, protecting the human girl with the blood of Poseidon!
At the same time.
Yeats took Helena and landed on a cliff.
As the soul imprint of the trident disappeared, Yeats's pressure to control it suddenly eased. He grabbed the trident, waved it in his hand, pointed the tip of the trident at the Tide King Aquith, and said in a cold voice:
“Did you write your name? Just say it’s yours?”
“Here—Helena, take it!”
Yeats held the three forks in one hand The halberd was thrust into Helena's hand.
"Huh? Me? Really? Wait a minute..."
Helena couldn't believe it and hurriedly picked up the trident.
Soon, a magical scene happened. When the trident fell into Helena's hand, it suddenly shone with a blue brilliance like sea water, as if it was being purified, revealing a pure and flawless aquamarine!
"What...what's going on?" Helena looked at Yeats in surprise.
Yeats sighed, it seems that the memory of his past life is still useful.
In the original plot, Helena relied on her own blood to purify the Tidecaller Staff desecrated by the Murloc King and restore it to the shape of the [Heart of the Ocean] gem.
Now, Helena has unintentionally purified the Tidecalling Trident. This beautiful and flawless gem will also become an important ritual tool in the Dark Night Festival!
"High Priest!" Yeats immediately sent a message, "Helena and the Heart of the Ocean are here with me! Come and help me!"
High in the sky, protected from the storm Influence.
The boundless high altitude has become the battlefield for two six-ring masters.
call!
Famulla swung her sword and rolled up a golden flame of judgment, swallowing up all the shadow spheres blasted by Margotha, causing a violent explosion at high altitude!
Margotha couldn't help but hissed.
The more she fought Famula, the more frightened Margotha became.
Famula didn’t know what kind of inheritance she had acquired, and her combat power increased by leaps and bounds. Not only did she have some remaining strength, but she also dropped fireballs from high altitudes from time to time to bombard the huge sea monster ‘Kraken’s Claw’ on the sea!
The heat wave swept across, and the golden runes on Famula's face shone brightly. Her face was as beautiful, ruthless, and indifferent as a god, and she said in a low voice:
"You are afraid."
Facing it Under the ruthless gaze of an inhuman creature, Margotha couldn't help but tighten her fingers on the staff.
At this time.
The message from Yeats came to Margotha's ears, and her eyes suddenly flashed with a bright light, her appreciation for Yeats growing in her heart——
I knew he would not disappoint me!
Margotha smiled charmingly.
"You are wrong... I am the final winner!"
After saying that, Margotha spared no effort to move the shadow to form a huge black coffin!
The black coffin opened and closed, trapping Famula inside, and even the fire of brimstone was ruthlessly sealed by the coffin lid.
Legendary spell, black prison!
According to legend, the Queen of the Shadow Realm once used this trick to imprison a legendary lich forever in the dark cage of the Shadow Realm, far away from life and death. It is a torture more eternal than death!
Among the spells mastered by the Dark Night High Priest Margotha, this is the most difficult to deal with, leaving a trump card against Famula!
Seeing the black coffin closed, Margotha breathed a sigh of relief and said secretly:
“It will take at least half an hour for her to get out of the black coffin... This period of time is enough to open the sacrifice. Sacrifice formation! ”
Immediately, Margotha immediately blended into the shadow, quickly moved through the shadow world, and ducked in front of Yeats!
Boom! !
The red-eyed Murloc King came to attack, but was repulsed by the violent ball fired by the staff in Magosha's hand. He sneered and said:
"You dare to attack me at any level? The beloved disciple takes action!”
The Tide Caller King Aquisi, seeing the Sixth Ring Master coming out halfway, cunning immediately overcame his anger, restrained his desire to chase Yeats, and relied on his astonishing speed to survive in the heavy rain. Continuously shuttle, leaving behind afterimages!
"Hmph, what a small trick."
Margotha narrowed her eyes slightly and firmly locked onto Aquith's position through his shadow. At the same time, behind Margotha, a slightly dim figure similar to hers appeared.
"Go, stop it!" Margotha ordered to her shadow.
The Dark Night School is divided into two major factions, the Dark Night School and the Shadow School.
Spell·Shadow Killer is a spell of the dark night genre, often used by the killers of the [Assassin League].
As the High Priest of the Night, Magosha has amazing attainments in both night and shadow spells!
After getting the order, Margotha's shadow immediately rushed towards the rainy night and started a fight with Aquith.
At the same moment, Margotha secretly sent an order.
"Chloe, take Sherlock and lead the formation, immediately!"
"Yes!"
Chloe, who had been hiding high in the sky, waiting for the high priest's order, appeared.
Standing on the cliff in the torrential rain, she looked at Yeats with complicated eyes, flashing admiration, suspicion and recognition, and nodded deeply.
Chloe witnessed Yeats's performance in this melee.
Sherlock has made such a huge contribution tonight and is already the mainstay of the Dark Night Sect!
Furthermore, the divinity of the dark night in him is so strong that when the sacrificial array is opened, he may even become the goddess of the dark night's choice! !
Chosen by the Night God.
I thought that the young man in front of me might become such a high-status being.
Chloe's tone couldn't help but become respectful, and she whispered:
"Please come with me, Lord Bishop!"
Yeats nodded, He was planning to take Helena with him and evacuate the battlefield.
boom! !
From high in the sky, a golden sword light slashed down, carrying majestic fire, almost cutting the sky into two pieces!
Almost everyone was attracted by the figure in the golden fire and cast their eyes in surprise.
Margotha's purple robe fluttered in the strong wind, and a trace of astonishment flashed across her beautiful eyes.
The legendary spell ‘Black Prison’ could not trap Famula even for just one minute!
Buzz -
Famula's whole body was filled with golden fire, holding the sword of fire horizontally, her golden eyes shining indifferently, floating above the sea, her eyes inspecting Margotha, the Fishman King and the others. Kraken's Claw said coldly:
"It's a little boring... you all come together."
Majestic, noble, and inviolable!
The implication of Famula's words is that she will fight three six-ring masters on her own at the same time!
The arrogant words caused the battlefield to fall into an eerie silence.
Yeats hissed.
Normally one against three?
She seems to really have this strength!
After all, they are the top three top combat forces in the Holy See.
Only when the Pope and Hastings come can they be sure to overpower her!
And, I remember, Famula also has a second stage of spreading her angel wings!
Strong as a monster, try your best to defeat it!
“High Priest, be careful!”
Yeats took a deep breath and said:
"I'm going to open the formation, please invite the goddess of the night!"
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(End of this chapter)