Free Web NovelChapter 452: Chapter 555: Losing One’s Head, Daring to Bully the King of Wind Law
This reaction was expected by Westheid and the others, but anticipation was one thing—actually catching their quarry was another. The Divine Flame on the Silver Armor was simply too fierce; even getting close meant being incinerated.
"Hmph, trying to escape?!"
The first to react was not Westheid, but the Enchanter Maiden. With a great roar, Anise pounced directly onto the Armor. She coiled her Metal Whip Blade, wreathed in Purple Flame, around the Silver Armor’s joints and neck, latching onto the Holy Spirit Incarnation like an octopus.
"My dear old friend, why not stay and play a while longer? This is quite a lively banquet! It’s so rare to find another party of this scale in the entire Mortal World. Or... do you still prefer peace and quiet?"
"No, no, that simply won’t do! Come, revel with us! Let’s fill our cups with your blood!"
Anise’s body was continuously seared by the Divine Flame, emitting a horrifying SIZZLE, but she refused to let go. Instead, she summoned her own Divinity to counter it.
And the consequence of two Divinities with different attributes forcibly making contact could only be...
"BOOM—"
A muffled explosion erupted. Anise was sent flying like a ragdoll. The sheer impact of her landing shattered the ground, creating a web of cracks that quickly crumbled to dust.
Having shaken free of the Enchanting Demon’s grasp, the Holy Spirit Incarnation resumed its escape. However, after taking the blast, both its Status and speed had dropped by more than a single notch.
Having practically sacrificed half her body, Anise lay in the horrifying crater she had created. She raised her one remaining hand and began to laugh. Even now, her smile was as bewitching as ever.
"You can’t let it get away, my friends. Go on, chase it. Slay this Holy Spirit Incarnation, and the Woodland Immortal’s defeat is certain."
"We won’t disappoint you."
Westheid nodded and hurried after it with the others.
It was a long and fierce chase. The Holy Spirit Incarnation fled relentlessly, constantly summoning more [Burning Amber] and Heroic Spirit Armor along the way to obstruct the pursuit.
Westheid’s "Soul Burning State" soon ended, forcibly revoked by Wan Qi. But at this point, he no longer needed it. This Holy Spirit Incarnation of the [Master of Armor Tomb] was like a beaten dog; all that remained was to put it down.
But with their target fleeing desperately and the entire Forest of Serenity trying to stop them, catching up was no easy task. For two full days and nights, Duke Qinghui and the others could do nothing but wear it down with long-range attacks from a distance.
"West!"
Finally, seizing a moment when the Holy Spirit Incarnation slowed, Mivana hoisted Westheid onto her shoulder and gave him a powerful throw. He shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, appearing behind the Holy Spirit Incarnation in an instant.
Sensing Duke Qinghui’s blade upon it, the Holy Spirit Incarnation had no choice but to turn and face its foe.
Raising [Shadow-Born] in his right hand, Westheid aimed it at the enemy before him and exhaled. At his level, his body was no longer made of simple flesh and blood; if necessary, it could become countless microscopic energy structures composed of pure Life Energy.
With every breath he took, every inch of these special energy structures inside the Warrior’s body began to function like a high-powered engine, frantically absorbing and converting the ambient energy of the world. It was transformed into pure, simple, explosive force and intense heat, ready to be unleashed.
One, two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two... His right hand blurred as Shadow-Born danced. In an instant, a cascade of strikes, sharp enough to pierce all things, layered over one another. The mere aftershock of the attack grazing the ground was enough to carve a molten ravine through the earth.
Intense heat and raw impact are the most primitive forms of attack, and Westheid had pushed them to their absolute limit. Each slash contained the temperature of the sun’s core and the impact force of over a hundred million tons—enough to shatter mountains and melt hills.
Its only weakness was its direct, straightforward nature, making it easy for an equally skilled powerhouse to evade. But at this moment, the Holy Spirit Incarnation was facing him head-on, making it the perfect target.
The spiraling, destructive impact slammed into its target, instantly illuminating the vacant sky with a glare as bright as the sun. A continuous series of explosions echoed from within a massive, ascending pillar of light, but in the next instant, several brilliant rays pierced through the heavy column.
A semi-circular, translucent, warped Barrier blocked the remaining shockwaves, parting the smoke and dust. The Holy Spirit Incarnation solemnly swung its Radiant Long Spear, making the very air tremble. Shimmering with starlight, the Long Spear met strike for strike, shattering every last one of the spiraling impacts.
Then came the counterattack. The Holy Spirit Incarnation raised its Long Spear, and an energy capable of piercing all things rushed toward the heavens. The Demon Demigod struck from afar, thrusting again and again. With each thrust, starlight flickered and the air exploded with a thunderous roar like a volcanic eruption. Torn asunder by the ferocious power, the atmosphere around the Holy Spirit Incarnation twisted into countless rippling tornadoes, releasing a mournful, howling wind.
For a split second, the entire world seemed to pause. An invisible shockwave, powerful enough to seemingly shatter the world around it, blasted toward Westheid against the storm of wind and light. The earth and rock in its path were instantly reduced to base particles, scattering to the wind like dust.
"I thought you were good at running? Well, keep running! Now die!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Westheid’s figure blazed like light and fire. He stomped violently upon the ground, each step like an explosive detonating beneath his feet. The furious impacts made the very earth tremble, causing radial cracks to bloom across the level ground. A storm of dust and rubble erupted behind him, only to be melted by the intense heat radiating from Duke Qinghui into a rain of molten rock.
The two Powerhouses battled to their limits, exchanging thousands of blows every second in a maelstrom of overwhelming force.
The Holy Spirit Incarnation could trade blows at first, but it was soon completely overwhelmed by Westheid’s relentless assault. The Divinity within this incarnation was severely depleted. Yet, even as the man pinned it to the ground and beat it senseless, the Demon Demigod’s voice sounded triumphant and relieved.
"At last... I’ve won."
Westheid froze. "What do you mean?"
"Heh... Heheheha, mortal. You’ve collaborated with Demons and ventured this deep, but can you still protect your defensive line? This incarnation of mine has already withdrawn part of its essence. Next, I will shatter what you mortals—"
’Huh? What? He’s attacking our base!’
With a single slash, Westheid tore the Holy Spirit Incarnation apart, and the massive Silver Armor disintegrated on the spot.
"West, did you slay it?"
"It’s not over! We have to get back immediately! The front line is in crisis!"
Westheid didn’t waste time explaining to Reiya. After his brief orders, everyone understood the gravity of the situation.
Racing back to the Royal Court’s front line, Westheid could only pray that Ailorus, Yolanda, and the others would be able to withstand the [Master of Armor Tomb]’s vengeful counterattack.
When he arrived back at the front line, the scene before him rendered Westheid speechless... It wasn’t because the situation was a complete disaster, or that his worst fears had been realized.
Quite the opposite. Although the Royal Court’s defensive line had been hit and suffered some damage, it still stood firm and unshaken.
In front of the defensive line, the wreckage of Burning Ambers littered the landscape, and even broken suits of Heroic Spirit Armor were strewn about in disarray.
But that wasn’t the most important part. They were confident they could hold the line against the army of the Forest of Serenity. What was truly eye-catching was the battle taking place before a mottled, fragmented Barrier.
He saw the Elf Lolita wielding the [Pure Long Moon], utterly dominating the Silver Armor. The Holy Spirit Incarnation was completely powerless to resist.
’Ailorus... She’s beaten the Holy Spirit Incarnation to its knees!’
Westheid and his companions all fell silent, unable to believe the scene before them.
Finally, Duke Qinghui let out a heavy sigh and said,
"The [Master of Armor Tomb] must have lost its mind to pick a fight with the true Wind Law Queen."
