Chapter 154

The entire shield was trembling violently.

The runes on it began to dim and shatter one after another.

"How is this possible!"

The black-robed Deacon let out a scream of disbelief.

"This is the Scorpion Soul-Devouring Array capable of resisting a full-strength blow from a Silver Mid-stage powerhouse!"

"How could it be slashed like this with one sword!"

He didn't know.

Roko's Holy Sun Battle Qi fused with the power of Holy Light.

For their kind of evil, dark energy.

It had a natural, destructive restraint!

"Crack!"

Finally, amidst a crisp sound like glass shattering.

The dark green shield completely collapsed.

Turning into green light spots all over the sky.

"Kill!"

Roko took the lead and charged onto the city wall.

The battle erupted instantly!

Fula's figure turned into a stream of light interweaving ice and fire, directly finding the black-robed Deacon who was still in shock.

"Your opponent is me!"

She shouted, the dual swords in her hands bringing up fatal arcs of blue and red.

"Seeking death!"

The black-robed Deacon came to his senses, a flash of rage in his eyes; he, a dignified Deacon of the Scorpion Society and a Silver Grade powerhouse, was actually provoked by a little Bronze Grade girl?

He extended his withered palm, and dark green poison mist gathered in his palm, turning into a ferocious scorpion to meet Fula's sword light.

On the other side.

Hart also led the Obsidian Gold Knights and fought fiercely with that team of Temple Guards.

For a time, swords flashed and Battle Qi surged.

The entire inner castle city wall turned into a tragic slaughterhouse.

And Roko had only one goal.

Viscount Enade!

He appeared in front of Enade as if teleporting.

The energy light sword in his hand carried the aura of death, stabbing straight at his throat.

"Ah!"

Enade let out a terrified scream.

He raised the noble longsword in his hand, blocking it hastily.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound.

His expensive longsword made by a famous craftsman.

Was slashed into two pieces the moment it touched Roko's energy light sword.

Roko's sword was unstoppable!

Watching as he was about to be sealed by the throat with one sword.

At this critical moment.

A flash of extreme madness and resentment crossed Enade's eyes.

He reached into his bosom and pulled out a crystal bottle.

Inside the bottle was a full bottle of viscous, blood-like, high-concentration red potion stock solution!

He unscrewed the cap without hesitation and gulped it down!

"Roar!"

A roar filled with endless pain, unlike that of a human.

Erupted from his throat!

"Boom!"

A violent aura ten times more terrifying than the previous Flame Berserk.

Erupted from Viscount Enade's body!

His body expanded rapidly like a balloon.

The gorgeous noble attire on his body was torn inch by inch.

His skin turned into a disgusting dark red.

Ferocious bone spurs like blades grew crazily from his spine and joints.

His eyes completely turned into blood-red whirlpools without any emotion.

In just a few breaths.

He had transformed from a pampered noble into a humanoid monster over three meters tall, filled with a sense of power and the desire for destruction!

The aura on his body was also surging crazily!

Silver Initial Stage!

Silver Initial Stage Peak!

Silver Mid-stage!

It didn't stop until it climbed to the peak of the Silver Mid-stage.

"Roar!"

The berserk Enade let out a deafening roar.

He gave up all unnecessary movements.

In the simplest, most direct, and most barbaric way.

He slammed a fist toward Roko, who was close at hand.

This punch even blasted the air, emitting a sharp sonic boom!

So fast!

So strong!

Roko's pupils shrank sharply.

He didn't expect this high-concentration potion stock solution to allow a piece of trash who wasn't even Bronze Grade to possess such terrifying power instantly.

He didn't dare to be the slightest bit careless.

With a thought, the energy light sword in his hand turned instantly and blocked in front of him.

"Clang!"

A loud noise like a giant bell.

The violent fist smashed fiercely onto the light sword.

An irresistible force like a mountain collapsing and a sea surging swept over.

Roko only felt as if his body had been hit head-on by a siege beast galloping at high speed.

His entire person flew out uncontrollably.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

He smashed through three thick walls in a row before barely stopping his figure.

A sweetness rose in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed up.

"Puchi!"

He knelt on one knee, supporting his body with his sword so he wouldn't fall.

He was injured!

After promoting to Silver, he was injured for the first time!

"Haha... cough cough... die!"

The berserk Enade let out incoherent, crazy syllables from his throat.

Having succeeded in one strike, he didn't give Roko any chance to catch his breath.

His huge body stepped fiercely on the ground.

The hard obsidian floor was trampled into pieces.

He was like a cannonball out of the chamber, charging straight at Roko again.

Everything in his path, whether tables, chairs, or stone pillars, was smashed into powder by him without mercy.

Unstoppable!

A flash of solemnity crossed Roko's eyes.

Going head-to-head was not a wise choice.

Although this guy's strength had surged, he had completely lost his reason.

He had turned into a wild beast that only knew how to kill.

And the best way to deal with a wild beast was to use its stupidity!

Watching Enade's fist, which was enough to split mountains and crack rocks, about to smash in front of him again.

Roko's body suddenly turned into a golden afterimage, dodging to the side by a hair's breadth.

"Boom!"

Enade's punch missed.

And smashed fiercely into the wall behind Roko.

The entire inner castle shook violently.

The wall, made of obsidian and several meters thick, was punched through with a giant hole.

Missing one strike.

Enade immediately turned his direction and pounced toward Roko again.

Roko kept dodging and shifting.

Relying on his speed and flexibility far exceeding the opponent's, he played a game of cat and mouse with this violent monster in the narrow space.

For a time, the entire inner castle hall suffered.

The roaring sound was endless.

Everywhere were broken stones and collapsed walls.

On the other side of the battlefield.

The battle between Fula and the black-robed Deacon had also reached the most critical moment.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The black-robed Deacon roared in anger.

His proud, weird poison arts were completely restrained by Fula's Frostfire Battle Qi, which interwove ice and fire.

Frost could freeze his poison mist.

Fire could purify his deadly poison.

He couldn't even exert thirty percent of his skills, and instead was beaten into a disheveled mess by Fula, a girl who was a whole major realm lower than him.

"Now!"

Fula seized a gap in the opponent's defense.

The dual swords merged fiercely.

"Frostfire—Cross Slash!"

A giant cross sword aura composed of ice and fire shot out.

Carrying the aura of tearing everything apart, it instantly slashed in front of the black-robed Deacon.

The black-robed Deacon's pupils shrank.

He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

He could only condense all his Battle Qi in front of him, forming a dark green poison gas shield.

"Boom!"

The cross sword aura slashed fiercely onto the shield.

The two diametrically opposed forces erupted with destructive power.

The poison gas shield supported for less than a second.

And collapsed with a boom.

"No!"

The black-robed Deacon let out a desperate scream.

His body was hit directly by the cross sword aura.

He was split in two from the middle.

Half was frozen into an ice sculpture.

Half was burned into charcoal.

The Silver Grade Deacon of the Scorpion Society.

Had fallen!

And on another battlefield.

The Storm Knights led by Hart had also completely gained the upper hand.

Although those Temple Guards had decent strength and tacit coordination.

But they were facing the Storm Knights equipped with a full set of Obsidian Gold divine gear!

Whether it was equipment, individual strength, or combat will.

The Storm Knights firmly suppressed them.

Finally, after paying a certain price.

Hart slashed the Bronze Mid-stage Temple Knight Captain in two, along with his shield, with one axe.

Declaring the end of this battle.

The remaining Temple Guards were also quickly slaughtered.

Thus, only one enemy remained in the inner castle.

That was the berserk Enade who was still crazily chasing Roko.

"Roar!"

Being unable to win after a long battle made Enade increasingly manic.

He seemed to realize that he couldn't catch up with this opponent who was as slippery as mud at all.

He stopped his steps fiercely.

And let out a roar of unwillingness and anger.

Then, he made a crazy move that no one expected.

He tore open the skin on his chest fiercely.

And pulled out an alchemy device that was flashing with dangerous red light from inside.

Alchemy bomb!

He had actually hidden an alchemy bomb capable of leveling the entire inner castle inside his own body!

He wanted to perish with everyone!

"Die! All of you die!"

He roared and was about to press the button to activate the fuse.

"Not good!"

Hart and Fula's expressions changed drastically.

They wanted to rush over to stop him.

But the distance was too far; it was too late!

It was over!

This time, it was really over!

However, at this critical moment of life and death.

Roko, who had been dodging calmly all along.

A burst of unprecedented brilliance suddenly erupted in his eyes.

"So it's here!"

After promoting to Silver, he had gained a brand new ability.

Elemental Affinity!

He could keenly perceive all the violent and unstable energy flows in the surrounding space.

From the very beginning, he had felt that something extremely dangerous was buried underground in this castle.

But he had been unable to determine the specific location.

Until Enade pulled out that alchemy device acting as a fuse.

He instantly understood all of the opponent's schemes!

"Want to die?"

"Did I agree!"

Roko's voice was cold and emotionless.

He stopped dodging.

He condensed all the Holy Sun Battle Qi in his body into his fingertips without reservation.

There was no gorgeous light sword.

Nor was there any world-destroying momentum.

There was only a golden light condensed to the extreme, as if it were about to collapse space.

"Blazing Sun Slash."

He spat out these four words lightly.

Then, he pointed remotely at Enade, who was about to press the fuse.

"Whoosh!"

A golden ray of light, as thin as a hair, flashed and disappeared.

So fast that everyone's eyes couldn't capture it.

The next second.

That berserk Enade, who was roaring crazily.

His movements froze fiercely.

He lowered his head and stared blankly at his chest.

A smooth, small hole that went straight through appeared there.

Then, with this small hole as the center.

Countless fine cracks began to spread toward his whole body at high speed.

The alchemy device in his hand also turned into fly ash silently under this extreme high temperature.

"Ngh..."

A final, unintelligible syllable came from his throat.

Then he shattered with a boom.

Turning into dust all over the sky.

The battle was over.

Roko looked at the flying dust and breathed a long sigh of relief.

This war, which concerned the fate of the entire New Wind Province.

Finally, it came to an end with his comprehensive victory.

Above Black Stone Castle, the smoke of war gradually dissipated.

The sunlight shone down again, illuminating the broken walls and the mess everywhere.

The cheers of victory, like waves, echoed through the clouds one after another.

"Long live Lord Roko!"

"Long live the Alliance!"

The Allied soldiers raised their weapons high, roaring with all their might, venting the joy of surviving a disaster and the fanaticism for victory.

Their gazes were all focused on the figure slowly walking out of the inner castle.

That golden figure, although stained with some dust and even having a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Was more dazzling than the sun in the sky in everyone's eyes.

Roko looked at the boiling scene before him, but the emotions in his heart were far from as excited as the soldiers'.

He had just experienced a life-and-death battle, personally ended Enade's madness, and even broke through to the dream Silver Grade during the battle.

He should have been in high spirits and full of ambition.

But those few secret letters were like several heavy mountains, pressing down on his heart.

Third Prince.

Bishop of the Southern Diocese of the Temple of Light.

A giant conspiracy targeting the entire southern part of the Kingdom.

These words were each heavy as a thousand pounds.

He knew very well that compared to this behemoth about to surface, the war that had just ended was nothing more than a child's play.

"Master!"

Hart and Fula greeted him quickly, their faces filled with concern.

"Are you injured?" Fula looked at the blood at the corner of Roko's mouth, her heterochromatic pupils filled with worry.

"It's fine, a small injury, no big deal." Roko waved his hand, his voice calm.

He turned to look at Hart and gave an order.

"Hart, start counting the casualties and treating the wounded immediately."

"Clean up the battlefield and collect all usable weapons and equipment."

"Additionally, concentrate all captives under guard and wait for further processing."

"Yes, Master!" Hart responded loudly.

Although he also saw the solemnity on Roko's face, he knew now was not the time to ask questions.

Executing orders was a soldier's duty.