Othua's War Banner

Chapter 514 0512: Battle Damage

The torrent of green fluorescence suddenly swayed away, and the fluctuations could be transmitted to the farthest hunting battlefield.

Even the tribal soldiers who were fighting bloody battles on the front line could clearly feel the explosion of a force diametrically opposed to death, which seemed to happen just a few steps away from them.

A pair of scarlet eyes floated in the mist, which transformed into blurred outlines after being violently shaken.

With a low growl, Gema was stripped out of the black mist.

His distorted body is mixed with the characteristics of a dragon, but there is no arrogance or majesty similar to that of an ancient creature, only the sense of loss after losing power, and the confusion and mania of returning from death.

Ken could capture in the air the power that was becoming materialized.

The power that Selderlin sealed in the [Abyss Ice Prison] finally revealed its original appearance. The floating black air mass was like a giant dragon swimming in a storm, with its wings spread out and sharp edges and corners.

It only looks a little bigger than ordinary giant beasts, and it no longer has the terrifying power to destroy the world.

Ken can understand after thinking about it:
Hunting Yuanyuan first forcibly broke through the oven legacy that had been blocked for many years, and then expended power to occupy and reshape the body of the dragon Sarah Elish, and fought with the output of several war banners until now.

It has not yet fully awakened, nor has it been replenished by the wave of undead, it was weakened by [Snow Seed Vine] for a round.

[The end of the crossbow. 】

The power of destruction condensed into a giant dragon, and every time it flapped its wings, the ground would tremble, and the sound of gliding and roaring echoed around, and a huge number of innocent souls who escaped from the Greedy Bridge were gathering around.

Its eyes swept across the devastated land, the black tail was about to disappear, and then turned around and rushed towards the horizon.

"No, strength, fear, I call to you, don't abandon me, don't abandon me!"

Gema's pupils were wide open, and his shattered head was now pieced together by distorted scaly skin. The sound he made was like a bait simulated by some kind of wilderness witch spirit. It was weird and desolate.

He scrambled and scrambled to catch up with the source of power that flew away, but the hand that had just been stretched out was cut off abruptly.

"Hu~hu!"

Ken held Twilight in his hands and almost collapsed in the mortar.

Looking at his broken arm, Gema felt astonished and unbelievable. Despair whipped his soul again, and then he recovered a little consciousness from his madness and looked at the gasping young man next to him.

"It's you... ah-ah!!"

Gema stared at him, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets, and then let out a long strange roar.

Like every guy who has been robbed of his beloved, he kicked and rolled with a lot of unwillingness, writhing in the mud in embarrassment, and he has become the remnant of a monster.

Gema's hand grabbed Ken's boots, and beside it was the black blood flowing from the severed arm, making a mess.

Ken's sweat-stained long hair drooped messily on the top of his head, and there were scars all over his body that had been rotted by lifelessness. In order to neutralize the last bit of the source of hunting and corruption, he drained all his accumulated inventory along the way.

Even so, the opponent was not completely swallowed up, and the afterimage of the flying dragon was fleeing.

"Don't let it go, please, it, it's going to go, catch it, please..."

Gema speaks incoherently.

In desperation and resignation, he watched the tail of the black monster helplessly, and even became so confused that he began to talk nonsense with his mortal enemy.

"Heh, heh."

Ken twitched his shoulders twice.

Gema raised his head in a daze, and saw the mockery and murderous intent on this face. The world was desolate, and his last remaining soul came to its final destination under the gaze of this gaze.

"I don't care about it, Guma, the thing that can prevent me from killing you is gone, and you are... damn it."

Ken raised his arm from the muddy water, and the broken shoulder armor fell to the ground, with flesh and blood inside. It is hard to imagine the torture he experienced in that death storm.

He moved his hand from the leather handle to Guma's head, knuckles clasping the bone, both for balance and to hold him down.

Ken took a few breaths heavily, and then he lifted [Dawn and Twilight] with great effort, and chopped it down again and again with strong anger.

The dried black stains in the pool of blood were re-soaked, strange debris splashed around, and the horrible hatred and vengeful anger poured out on the slaughtered guy.

Ken's thirst for revenge is finally satisfied.

He finished the last thing he should do, holding Chen Twilight behind his back, kneeling and sitting among the mud and corpses, looking up at the sparse clouds, the quiet night and the looming moonlight.

"Quiet... finally..."

Ken murmured, feebly maintaining his balance, the will to support his body slacking in the onslaught of revenge.

He swayed backwards and was paralyzed and unconscious. Dawn and dusk were inserted into the ground at hand, but within five steps there were only spattered blood and flesh marks. At this moment, the huge pain swept over like a flood.

Ken snorted twice and lost his movement.

……

The power to destroy the world was dispelled, and the flying dragon transformed from the hunting root was fleeing, but just after leaving, several icicles broke through the ground, piercing the dragon's seemingly illusory body.

These ice cones are one of the trump cards of the Janzelis tribe, the lost relics of the Frost and Snow God, with a powerful banning power.

Although this level is not enough to control the hunting dragon in its full form, there is still hope for dealing with the remaining phantoms.

As the roar disappeared, the giant dragon was firmly fixed in place.

The dragon's chant spread towards the surroundings, and the magic ban made a terrifying sound of buzzing.

Unexpectedly, even in the final stage, the source of hunting is still difficult to destroy, and it is still stubbornly resisting.

The wings of the black mist dragon vibrated vigorously, trying to summon the wave of undead in the distance. Intense shouts of killing erupted instantly from the front line of the battlefield.

It seemed as if he could hear the chaotic footsteps, the collision of swords and swords, and the angry shouts of human beings.

It's trying to escape, and as long as it can get away, it's...

Frengundo stepped forward along the cracked gap, and the terrifying dark flames had completely melted it into a monster. The complete form of the orc battle banner and the blessing of the mighty power of the old gods had reached a terrifying level.

He dragged his saber to draw traces, and sent the final blow to the monster waiting to be executed on the icicle.

The sound of the icicles collapsing echoed on the cold wind-ravaged plain, shaking every creature in the Red Maple Heights, while the afterimages of the defeated monsters were being dissolved by the ground fire.

At the very center of the explosion, on the edge of the rising flames, the ever-shrinking core gradually solidified.

It cannot be completely wiped out!

For thousands of years, the best result achieved by the old gods and tribal leaders was to seal it. Even in the current situation, there is no way to destroy this last thing.

Fren Gunduo was about to try to swing the knife again, when he felt a burst of turmoil from the crystal nucleus compressed by the source of hunting.

It repelled all the attacks that were being attempted around it, including Hawser's ice cone blocking, Frengundo's slashing attack, and countless magical spells flying from afar...

Then it became a black line across the distant battlefield, and the terrible roar pierced the wandering fools.

Hawser, Frengundur, Distant Warspawn, members of the Uncoverers...

They all stared in horror at the black crystal nucleus passing through the wasteland, their eyes moved accordingly, their pupils constricted slightly, and bloodstains and collapsed corpses appeared in the corner of their vision...

Under the eyes of everyone, the source of hunting and falling crashed into Ken Bouvier's body.

It is like a meteor that pierced through the air, but it did not arouse any physical shock, it directly merged into the body, entered the power system of this human being, trying to infect some of the deepest hidden things.

Hunting Origin has a small amount of consciousness, which is somewhat similar to Greedy Bridge, but its existence is higher.

Orod Hell may have been a real thing, so it has such a clear pertinence-there are still several banned forces in the wasteland, since there is no way to escape, then try to pollute the source of life.

But the consciousness of death entered his body easily, and he didn't find anything that produced the source of life. Only a small amount of existence was healing the scars on Ken's body.

It wants to go deeper...

Decay his consciousness, chew his soul, or occupy this body.

As soon as the Hunting Crystal Nucleus released its power to make an attempt, it felt that something stronger than [Oven Legacy] blocked the way back, and it seemed even more terrifying, coveting the special ability of cursing the origin!

……

Frengundo's tall and mighty figure rushed forward, cracks in the ground followed, and terrible power filled the gaps with magma.

Swinging the black and red saber all over his body, all the moisture in the air was squeezed dry. As the strength reached its peak, the imminent blade was already close to Ken's body.

With an earth-shattering collision, frost came.

Huossou appeared beside the mountain, his broadsword of solid ice blocked the slashing of the saber, and there were tiny lightning bolts left around him, and his eyes full of fighting intent were fixed on the eyes of the orc.

The two strongest battle flags in Palotusbi clashed on the plain, and the power was transmitted far away, even Gema's body was thrown into the trench.

Ken lay quietly on the spot, and the two forces passed by without being affected.

"Flengundur! Frengondur! I say... look at me!"

Huoser raised his arm abruptly, the icicle broke through the ground and merged with the broadsword, and a powerful burst of force shook the sword formed by the molten lava.

Two completely different old god mighty forces tore and collided in the air.

The terrifying aura on the surface of Flen Gunduo was driven away a little, and then the face reappeared, staring at him as well: "The source of hunting is in his body, are you blind?"

Hawser retorted: "The source cannot be exterminated!"

"Have you tried it? We paid for a town, hard-to-absorb resources, and countless fresh lives..."

Frengundo shouted angrily and pressed down on the weapon, but still couldn't make an inch of progress. "We have no way to gamble. When the curse of hunting and falling turns this kid into a container, he still won't survive!"

Hawser's icicles cracked, and Frengundal's flames were no longer strong.

They both gave their all in order to win the war, and the two sides have been enemies for many years, and even their respective hole cards, if the stalemate continues, only both sides will suffer.

Frengundo's teeth were gritted, and he stared fiercely at the other party, asking, "What are you thinking?"

"If you break the container, you will only re-release death, which is meaningless!"

"Sandos!"

Frengundo shouted an unfamiliar name, raised his saber into the air again, and let out a deafening roar as he slashed down.

Hawser's frosty broadsword withered in the wind.

He didn't call for resistance, and the attack just happened to pass by, falling into the ravine beside it, and buried in the ground with a persistent roar.

The strength in Frengundo gradually faded, and then he re-examined the man in front of him.

Sandos was Hawser's name before he became the Battle-Blade.

"I can't remember the last time I called out to you, bastard." Frengundo's gaze was heavier than any attack. "You and I both understand our respective missions, and Palotus is in our..."

"enough."

Huoser also responded to his gaze, calmly with a clear conscience, and after a deep sigh, said: "Listen to me..."

Frengundo did not attack again, nor did he say anything more.

Hawser understands:

If the reasons he gave were not enough to convince the other party, Ken's life would definitely not be saved.

The threat of the original power was lifted, and the battle flags were put back into the battlefield to preside over the overall situation, so no one around could hear their conversation.

Hawser's expression seemed a bit complicated, solemn yet relieved, on the contrary, Frengundo's mood swings were significantly greater.

The flames under his feet flickered and extinguished, and an inexplicable slump fell on his shoulders.

Frengundal seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. The words Hawser said and the reasons he gave were more ferocious and mighty than the most dangerous claw blows of the dragon, which made him breathless.

Ken quietly passed out at the feet of the two old gods.

【Mission: The Test of the Gamble of the Gods】

Remarks A challenge was suddenly activated while he was comatose.

The development trajectory of Palotusbi has indeed shifted a little due to the appearance of Ken, and this unknown gradually expands rapidly in an unstable direction.

"You want to bet on him?"

Flengundo's voice was like swallowing coals raw, hoarse and gloomy, and unimaginably sad amidst the vicissitudes.

Huoser pondered for a long time, but did not give an answer, but stared at the young man lying on the ground and fell into deep thought.

Frengundo pulled out his saber, turned around and prepared to go to the next battlefield. Perhaps only fighting can calm the boredom in his heart—it would be great if all the problems in the world became enemies.

Just need to beat it and be good.

Before he left, he stared at Ken's face and said, "I will do it in my own way. When the time comes, if you fail, you have to prepare accordingly."

Huoser still didn't answer.

(End of this chapter)