Paradise: Ready Player One

"You're right. After all, it wasn't my strength, but it was enough for me to end this battle."

Chen Ming recognized Polkenika's vision, and then took out the graduation gift given to him by the master.

Run through the gun of death flight!

"puncture!"

"Stab!"

"GeBolg Alternative!"

The real name Jiefang attached dazzling scarlet to the magic gun.

This is not over yet, the buff effect released by the magic power can also take effect on the Noble Phantasm.

Polkenika's pupils shrank, sensing a fatal danger, unable to break through its defenses, all it could do in the face of Chen Ming's attack was to dodge.

With a shake of the wings, the flying speed is even higher than that of Kuailong.

When he looked up, he was nowhere to be seen, only the roar of breaking through the sound barrier echoed in his ears.

Chen Ming also expressed his admiration for Polkenika's decisiveness.

But it's a pity that the magic gun has already locked its breath.

Chapter 452

Garfiel, who has completely turned into an orc, is like a big orange cat, the kind that can walk upright.

The upper body is extremely thick, while the lower body is a bit short.

It is a typical inverted triangle body shape.

In such a state, although he lacks sanity, his strength is at his strongest.

Enough to overwhelm Elsa and stand shoulder to shoulder with Sword Demon Wilhelm.

However, Garfiel's state at the moment is quite bad.

The original soft and dense hair was scorched black in a large area as if it had been roasted by a fire, and it could even smell an attractive meaty aroma.

In addition, there are many scars that are almost healed, which are the wounds torn open by the wind blade.

"Ross... Val!!"

Garfiel gritted his teeth and growled.

Like a wild beast being cornered.

How could he have imagined that it would be Roswaal who created this weird snowstorm.

The opponent also took advantage of his absence to launch a strong attack.

A round of uninterrupted magic tricks almost killed Garfiel on the spot.

Although relying on his completely beastly physique to sustain himself, but in order to heal the injuries on his body, most of his physical strength has been lost, and there is not much time left for him to fight with all his strength.

"I will never lose my love..."

Roswaal emerged from the snowstorm and black fog.

His already thin body looked even thinner now.

The whole body is surrounded by black mist like substance, exuding a strong and strange aura, and on his forehead, a dilapidated blue-green crown emerges.

The wound on the chest that was originally pierced was like a pierced black hole, and blood was continuously flowing out of it.

"...the eyes are broken"

A voice that did not belong to Roswaal came from his body.

If it is said that Garfiel has not completely turned into a beast, then it is not a problem to see that the other party is being manipulated.

But now he is just a beast dominated by violent killing, and he doesn't care about Roswaal's situation at all.

The only thought was to return all the pain he had just suffered to Roswaal.

Limbs on the ground, screaming and culling the past.

"my sweetheart……"

Roswaal didn't pay attention to Garfiel's attack at all.

His eyes kept staring in the direction of the cemetery until the opponent's sharp claws were about to tear him apart.

"Every living thing is a subject!"

A chant sounded, and the black mist restrained Garfiel as if it had come to life.

With the power of this big cat, Garfiel, he can easily tear up the black mist, but it's pointless to do so, because the black mist can recover at any time and wrap around again.

The more you struggle, the deeper you sink.

Until it was completely hung up!

This time he broke off the ground, without the support of the protective guard, Garfiel, who was already lacking in physical strength, had no way to break free.

The emerging black mist followed Garfiel's seven orifices, quickly drilled into his brain, and invaded his consciousness.

Those originally green eyes were gradually covered by blackness.

Going on like this, it won't take long for Garfiel to bow down to the present Roswaal.

At this moment, a dragon chant overwhelmed the whistling wind and snow, even making the world silent, and even the black mist dominated by Roswaal came to a standstill.

Garfiel seized this opportunity, struggled to break free from the restraints, and fell to the ground again.

With both feet on the ground, the protective protection takes effect!

Only then did he have the strength to distance himself from Roswaal.

But the state of complete animalization can no longer be maintained.

Garfiel changed back to his original appearance, and reason also regained the control of his brain.

"This is the kingdom's strongest magician... being manipulated like a doll... If it wasn't for Ram's sake, I would definitely beat your face hard!"

Garfiel, who was almost caught, still didn't forget to speak forcefully.

Roswaal didn't even have the slightest intention to speak. He raised his head and stared at the sky, and there was a hint of caution in his dark eyes.

What controls his actions now is the black mist in his body, the dilapidated power derived from the runes, and the endless mad love.

Perhaps it was also mixed with the incomplete will of a certain king.

Being able to make these "dead things" be cautious shows how powerful the Lord of the Dragon Cry is.

Seeing that Roswaal didn't want to talk to him, although Garfiel was unwilling, he still seized this rare opportunity to gather as much energy as possible.

After a moment of silence.

The dragon's chant sounded again in the sky.

Although the voice was still as majestic as hell, it sounded more like a cry of pain.

As a demihuman of mixed race, Garfiel could most feel the sadness revealed in this, and was even infected by it, his eyes turned red unconsciously, and he muttered to himself.

"How could there be a dragon in the sanctuary, and this dragon..."

Before he finished speaking, a huge figure fell from the sky like a bird with broken wings.

It fell heavily between Roswaal and Garfiel.

After a while of shaking, a deep pit appeared on the ground.

Garfiel poked his head out, and saw a dragon species he had never seen before falling into it.

That dragon prestige, even slightly touching it, made him tremble in his heart, and he wanted to kneel down on the spot.

"Could this be Shenlong... Polkenika!!"

When Garfiel chanted the name of the dragon, his voice became distorted and out of tune uncontrollably.

Like a little girl frightened by cockroaches.

In any case, it can be regarded as a part of the Kingdom of Lugnica, and grew up listening to the stories of dragons.

Although the description of Shenlong in the story is somewhat distorted, some characteristics can still correspond to the dragon in front of me, not to mention the unprecedented power of the dragon.

Why did Polkenika appear here, why did he fall, and whether this was related to Roswaal? Garfiel had too many questions to answer.

But soon, he found the answer to the first question from Polkenika.

A scarlet spear sank into Shenlong's chest, piercing through its heart.

Who has the guts to take action against Shenlong?

No, it should be said that whoever has such strength can pierce Shenlong through.

The over-excited Garfiel felt dizzy for a while.

"What kind of weapon is this..."

Polkenika propped himself up, and groaned in pain.

Compared with the body of the Shenlong, the size of the magic gun is no better than a toothpick.

And Polkenika's self-healing ability, not to mention the heart is pierced by a toothpick, even if it is dug out, it can grow a new one in the blink of an eye.

You know, only the blood of the dragon has the ability to raise the bones of the dead.

One can imagine how strong the immortality of the Shenlong itself should be.

But this magic gun is very evil. Not only can it not be pulled out from the chest, but it can also limit Polkenika's self-healing ability, and all the essence and blood flowing from the heart are absorbed by it.

This made the scarlet light on the magic gun even more dazzling and bright red.

"dragon……"

Roswaal tilted his head.

Fragments of memory that originally belonged to this body emerged.

"……kill!!"

Roswaal spoke loudly.