Chapter 828: Holy Crown

His face showed regret.

Andre withdrew his smile, looking at Lin An as if looking at a corpse.

Both were representatives of absolute rationality.

Since Lin An asked this, it meant there was no room for negotiation left.

"Correct."

As his words fell, Andre decisively turned and left; behind him, the three silver-helmeted giant swords also silently closed in on Lin An.

"Lin An, perhaps you think you have a trump card and fear nothing."

"But, I also have..."

Floating in midair, his slender fingertips dropped purple powder.

It looked like crushed gemstone.

"I originally wanted... to keep this trump card..."

"After all, every trump card is important... I originally intended it for Lihao..."

"But rest assured, I will seal you until the end before killing you..."

His voice faded away.

After the North America High Level hurriedly followed Andre in withdrawing from the prison range, the three silver-helmeted Awakened Ones instantly attacked.

The falling purple powder penetrated the body, erupting with a holy-like power.

Like a mindless killing machine, the intersecting silver light suddenly enveloped Lin An Safety body.

"Clang!"

Golden halberds clashed.

With nearly perfect predictive ability, Lin An also instantly moved.

Every strike severed!

After a sword swept away the silver giant net descending from above, a crimson sword flash instantly sliced the silver helmet's neck.

Precise, efficient.

Sparks flew everywhere.

As if cutting on metal.

The imagined scene of the sword shattering in one blow did not appear.

Feeling the immense force above his head that had not weakened in the slightest, Lin An suddenly burst back several steps, holding his sword horizontally.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The giant swords that fell simultaneously smashed through the ground, like heavy artillery bombardment.

Interesting.

Watching the silver-helmeted Awakened Ones charge again, Lin An's eyes flashed with surprise.

In his self-created combat data, the sword he struck actually split equally onto each silver helmet under a strange ability.

Moreover, the opponent's defense was extraordinarily terrifying.

Is this Andre's trump card?

Three Awakened Ones comparable to third rank?

However, looking at them, these silver-helmeted Awakened Ones exude a deathly aura, like some kind of catalyzed consumable.

"Ding ding! Clang clang!"

Sword against the boom, the deafening collision sound reverberated within the small prison field.

In less than a second, the two sides exchanged dozens of blows.

"Hiss!"

Even with strong battle awareness, Lin An, surrounded, was still grazed on the left side.

Blood flowed out.

For the first time, when facing a solitary attack, he was injured.

"Took 799 holy damage, took 117 physical and armor-piercing damage!"

A large amount of information scrolled out.

Lin An's expression slightly tightened, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

It wasn't surprise at the silver helmets' damage, but at the shoulder: the wound that should have been weakened under uninterrupted passive not only showed no sign of damage sharing, but even his self-healing ability was suppressed in a twisting white light.

What... effect is this?

As if answering.

Outside the prison, Andre gently held the crown, his expression icy:

"Give up, Lin An."

"These three vessels, each comparable to third rank."

"At the cost of three Awakened Ones' deaths, I gain power."

"To avoid being picked off one by one by you, I specially consumed an A-rank connection gem to link them together."

"Without emotion, only maintaining basic thought, any mental attack will be greatly weakened."

"No matter how strong you are, you cannot instantly kill them."

He let out a light laugh.

After observing Lin An's entire battle, every arrangement was precisely aimed at his weaknesses.

"Moreover, I have been thinking all along about how to break through your defense, and..."

"To decipher your recovery ability."

Fierce battle.

Seeing the bloodstain freshly cut on Lin An's body again, the North American high-level observers felt a surge of excitement.

"The answer is simple."

"Since you're using a special temporal means to share the damage,"

"Then naturally, I only need to accelerate time within the area to nullify your ability."

As his words fell, Andre slowly removed the crown, silver light continuously flashing in his eyes.

"Life Drain..."

Skill activated! Draw life force!

Like pronouncing a death sentence.

Seeing Lin An forced into a dead end, the entire North American high-level could not help exchanging an excited glance.

In the confinement zone, bright red blood flowed out, seeping into the ground.

After Andre activated Life Drain, Lin An's recovery ability was completely suppressed.

Each time the Death Seed or Netherworld Breath is used, a domineering force flows from the silver crown, is drawn in, and then fed back to the silver-armored Awakened One.

Attack ineffective.

Despite his injuries, Lin An indifferently cut through the armor, only to discover the opponent was using his own power to heal.

In just a few seconds of battle, to outsiders he seemed to have fallen into an unsolvable situation.

Movement restricted, recovery suppressed, mental attacks ineffective—facing an almost undying third-rank assault, defeat is already a fact.

Moreover, the opponent seemed intent on severing his limbs, not planning to kill him outright.

Floating in midair, Andre glanced at the cracked gem on his crown, his eyes filled with cold intent.

"Lin An, give up."

"Your biggest mistake was recklessly charging into the Alliance."

"If you had stayed vigilant, continually using your ability to strike us, I might truly have had to forfeit this duel."

"But unfortunately, when your great talent granted you near-invincible power, it also disturbed your judgment..."

"To die beneath this equipment is your honor..."

Behind Andre, the North American high-level stared with blazing, greedy eyes at the tottering figure.

The suit components, the holy crown, are their greatest reliance in this war zone!

It must be said, Andre's arrangements almost targeted every one of Lin An's weaknesses.

Whether stimulated by Lin An's earlier slaughter or not, the high-level who had once met Lin An suddenly twisted his face into a mocking laugh:

"Lin An, when you forced us to hand over our points back then, you probably never imagined today's scene,"

"You think you're truly invincible?"

"You think only you have trump cards!? We have none!?"

"Absolutely ridiculous!"

Within the confinement, Lin An remained silent, as if he could only frantically evade.

Several people shouted curses, venting the fear Lin An had previously instilled in them.

"I tell you! You won't die that quickly! We'll chop off your hands and feet, making you watch your war zone's destruction! Let everyone see you, Lin An, are nothing but an arrogant, pathetic worm!"

Looking at Lin An's equipment, several people couldn't help feeling a bit jealous:

"\"; Epic-tier equipment? Looks like those rumors are true... but you never imagined Lord Andre would have a full set! This is far stronger than what you wear..."

Just as his words fell.

Cornered, Lin An suddenly gripped the blade stabbing toward his chest, his palm pierced, blood dripping.

After backhandedly blocking the next strike, Lin An seemed indifferent to his arm about to be severed.

He turned his head to look beyond the confinement.

Meeting the calm gaze beneath the mask, everyone, including Andre, felt a sudden flicker of unease.

"So, in fact, this is your only trump card?"

His voice carried a hint of mockery.

Silver light fell, an arm was severed, yet it brought no pain to the face beneath the mask.

A full set... seems to be Andre's last resort.

In an instant, the dark gold pattern on the mask erupted.

Danger!!

Under a strong sixth sense, Andre instantly frenziedly activated his psychic energy, generating silver barriers around his body.

Logically, Lin An, confined within the ban, could not possibly rush to his front to cause any harm.

But at this very moment, he actually felt a strong sense of death.

0.1 seconds later, within the confinement, Lin An staggered to his feet, facing everyone.

"Look at me."

"Worm."

His voice sounded as if drilled from hell; the several people present stared blankly at each other, unable to resist even with Andre's will.

Skill activated, face death!

Fear descended.

In the darkness, they saw Him.