Elemental lifeforms were usually formed from the gathering of basic elements without any consciousness. They seemed no different from ordinary lifeforms, but there was actually a huge difference between them. Low-level elemental lifeforms had no emotions or consciousness, while top-level elemental lifeforms were no different from ordinary lifeforms. Not only did they have emotions and intelligence, they even had humanoid forms and the ability to reproduce.
However, due to the fundamental difference in their physical body structure, their death would only result in the dissipation of their basic elements. These elements would usually be able to return to the Elemental Planes on their own to reform. That was why it would be difficult for elemental lifeforms to truly be killed in a non-elemental plane. However, without the elemental power that they could freely use, they wouldn't be able to bring out their strongest power.
This was an innate talent of elemental lifeforms, and in order to make up for this weakness, high-level elemental lifeforms were usually quite skilled at modifying their environment. Large whirlpools in the deep ocean, Towers of Storms high up in the sky, Lava Purgatory in volcanoes, and Deep Rock Labyrinths underground were all their favorite environments. They could imperceptibly transform this place into an artificial alternate world, allowing them to display power similar to their home world.
Right now, this underground labyrinth was no longer a simple artificial alternate world. Due to the successful connection of the Earth Elemental Plane's bridge, this underground labyrinth was gradually becoming a part of the Earth Elemental Plane. The small earth elementals that had suddenly awakened their consciousness were the most obvious proof. This place was gradually being transformed into the earth elemental's home world.
"Never fight against undead creatures in the Undead Plane, and never fight against demons in the lower planes. Never fight against elemental lifeforms in the Elemental Plane. They'll become ten times more difficult to deal with!"
However, I had a different opinion.
"Home world? Foolish pieces of earth, this has never been your home world! Is that so? Sacred Sword Roland. "
As I spoke in a soft voice, the silver Sacred Sword shone with an even more dazzling light. I could sense that right now, it was just as furious as I was at these pieces of trash that didn't come personally.
"You uninvited guests that do as you please, do you really think that this is your dirty, dusty world? Dust to dust, dust to dust, go back to where you came from! "
The radiance of the Holy Sword has already reached its peak, illuminating the pitch-black cave. With a loud shout from me, the silver longsword fiercely stabs into the ground. The Silver King seems to have responded to my summon and materializes.
Sacred Sword Roland was a sword of royalty that had borne countless years of history. At the very beginning, it was the sword of the first Mist King. The history it had borne was no longer known, but in this land full of disasters, generations of kings had used this sword to overcome all obstacles and led their Knights to fight for survival for their people.
The sword of royalty, the sword of protection, the sword of inheritance, the sword of inheritance. Of generations of ancestors and the sacrifices of generations of generations of Knight subordinates. As the sword of of, this sword became the burden. As of it, it, it, and, and, it, it, and, it, it. this. of power.
The soul was power. Evolving from an ordinary weapon into a Guardian Holy Sword, he condensed the understanding of the previous Mist Kings towards the king — the king was the protector, the protector of the people, the protector of the country, the protector of the home, the protector of the family.
The unyielding people of the Mist created this unbreakable Sacred Sword of Mist. In my hands, it had accumulated enough power and was finally starting the next phase of evolution.
I had once wondered what kind of properties it would have after it transformed into a God Equipment. But in reality, I didn't even need to think about it. From the very start, its power had only been one thing — protection.
"The king is the one to protect. We were born here, never left, and will be buried here. Even if we turn into bones and ghosts, we will still protect this place. Is that so? My stubborn ancestors. "
"You actually want me to take action? What a bunch of useless unfilial descendants."
His ethereal figure materialized in a silver light. The returning king walked from ethereal to physical again. The ancient king who complained about the uselessness of his descendants unhesitatingly responded to the call of his bloodline. He rode on his bull steed, raised his spear, and prepared to charge into battle.
Atwood St. Mist, known as the Eagle of Grasso, was born in the years AD234 – AD298. He was in the prime of his life and had lived a peaceful life. He was viewed as a mediocre person early on. When he was in his fifties, people called him the Dodgy King. He always smiled and never got angry. But when he was sixty-four years old, the northern barbarians invaded. He fought a decisive battle with them on the plains of Grasso. He fought a bloody battle for seventeen days and killed more than a hundred enemy leaders.
"I wish I could have been born thirty years earlier. This old general didn't die, but my silver hair grew earlier, and my body grew weak. The enemy leaders were still alive, and tens of thousands of riders attacked. My tribe was in danger. If I can't wait until the day I return with the heads of the enemy, I won't be willing to die!"
The ancient king, Atwood, rode on a heavily-armored bull. Behind him, several illusory veterans carried a coffin. The word "Death" on the coffin was particularly eye-catching.
That year, this Dodgy King, who was looked down upon by everyone, also went into battle like this. When faced with his relatives who tried to dissuade him, he directly brought out his own coffin. But in the end, this old eagle, who hadn't cried for ten years, filled his coffin with the heads of the enemy leaders. This earned him the nickname of the Eagle of Grasso.
He narrowed his eyes as if he was waiting for something. But in the next instant, he suddenly raised his pitch-black spear and viciously threw it.
* Boom! *
Right at that moment, the gigantic Earth Elemental Lord stretched its head down. Its round gem-like eyes were filled with vicious killing intent. But before he could do anything, a pitch-black spear silently stabbed into his gem-like eyes.
* Boom! *
It was impossible to defend against an attack that could predict the future. After the sharp spear stabbed into the gem-like eyes, only then did Ömdiroken realize that he had been attacked. Right after that, the spear's sudden explosion caused the gem-like eyes to directly shatter into pieces. With just one attack, the powerful Ömdiroken was blinded!
"Ahhh! It hurts! Damned little bug! Who was it, who actually dared to injure the great Ömdiroken!? "
"Aiya. Big guy, this isn't a place for bastards like you to build your nest. Take another spear from me! "
The old general who had been squinting finally opened his tiger-like eyes. His killing intent was overflowing as he charged forward.
The gigantic bull mount was a rare species to begin with. It had dragon skin and thick armor, and its weight was astonishing. It was only slightly more than four meters tall, and when it ran, it was like a wingless SemiDragon with frightening might.
At this moment, its sharp horn had already reached the top of the labyrinth. The impact it created was a seismic wave, and using the momentum of the mount, the old Knight unhesitatingly charged forward. That long spear directly pierced through the wound in his eyeball.
The pitch-black dragon-horn spear pierced deep into his head, causing Emm to panic as he felt a splitting headache that he had never felt before.
"Ahhhhh!"
The Earth Elemental God's pitiful screams echoed throughout the entire battlefield. The entire area began to violently tremble as all living beings panicked at the earth's fury.
The narrow terrain of the labyrinth limited his agility. The powerful defense that he was so proud of was nothing in front of this ancient king. He had never felt so humiliated in the past thousands of years.
The more ancient a being was, the more they valued their lives. After discovering that this terrain wasn't suitable for him to fight, Emm lost all dignity as an Elemental God and turned to flee.
"Whoosh, what a fierce old man."
Adam whistled. He never expected that this old general would be so strong. There was no chance for him to fight at all.
"Hmph, a glib-tongued junior."
After saying this, the Eagle of Grasso transformed back into a shadow. He had completed the summoning of the Roland Sacred Sword and returned to his resting place.
The current me was half-kneeling on the ground, sweating profusely. Just summoning this ancient king for one attack was quite taxing on me.
"Hey, hey, hey, he can't be dying so quickly, right? Look at the way that rock looked at us at the end. He'll come again. "
"Of course, I'm afraid that he won't come."
Adam paused for a moment, but when it came to combat, his intelligence wasn't low, so he immediately understood.
"You're saying that he'll go around us and chase after Marguerite?"
"If I were him, I'd definitely do that. What's the point of wasting time with the warriors who stayed behind to bring up the rear? He'll definitely go straight for the Elemental Door. After he cleans up the Elemental Door, the rear will be fine, and he'll go back to catch a turtle in a jar. I think that rock head's intelligence should be better than yours. "
Hearing this, a rare look of worry flashed across Adam's face. The Warrior Monks had the reputation of being a Mage Killer. Even if it was Marguerite, it would be difficult for her to defend against this monster's sudden attack.
Earth Elementals had thick skin and flesh, and their vitality was astonishing. An injured beast would go berserk and become dangerous. The current Ömdiroken was far more dangerous than before.
"Then what should I do? I can sense his power, but I don't have Grimm's ability to control it. If I were to break open the wall and chase after him, there's a 99% chance that I'll collapse it. Right, I can tell that you're saying that I'm worse than a rock head. "
"Tsk, you're sharp at such a time. Don't worry, I have an idea. All you need to do is point me in the right direction. Glina, I'll have to rely on you to break open the wall. "
"Isn't Glina following Marguerite? Are you finally suffering from dementia … "
"It's Grimm, not Glina!"
I stopped midway through my sarcastic words. How could I have mistaken that familiar voice? But when I looked at the source of the voice, I could only see a silver armor that seemed to be moving between reality and illusion.
"… Even this awkwardness is a complete imitation. Alright, Glina, hurry up and break open the wall. "
"It's not Glina, it's Grimm."
"I know that you're called Grimm. Glina, hurry up and take action."
"It's not Glina!"
"Alright, Glina."
"Glina!"
"Yep, Grimm … damn, I actually got tricked. So he wasn't naturally dumb, but naturally sly. "
Beside me, Adam was dumbfounded. But at this moment, a satisfied Glina ran off to begin her own task of breaking open the wall. While I was hurrying along, I gave Adam a brief explanation.
【God Equipment: Roland Sacred Sword】
【Type: Two-handed Sword. Attack Power: 100-100. Indestructible. Can only be used by descendants of the Mist.】
【Unique Characteristic: The King's Eternal Protection. The ancient heroic spirits have never left this land. When you step into the Northlands, as their successor and descendant, you can summon them to fight for you.】
【There are two types of summoning. The first type is to summon a past King to attack you with all his strength. The second type is to summon a living virtual Valkyrie. But regardless of which type of summoning it is, the summoned can only be a member of the Mist Royalty.】
"In the two thousand years of history, there have been many Gods. The newly born Mist Kingdom has become an ancient country. There have been countless Epic-ranked battles, and there are many powerful past Kings. Randomly summoning one of them won't be too bad. It's just that this ten-minute cooldown and three summoning per day restriction is too annoying. I hope that it can be removed in the next evolution. As for the other type of summoning, it would probably be very powerful when the Mist Royalty was at its peak. But now, there are too few options, and the strength of the summoners is average. But this is the perfect time to use it. "
The Grimm in front of me was almost identical to the real Grimm. The speed at which he planted the bombs was fast, accurate, and ruthless. Our speed wasn't slow at all, and Adam could sense that we were almost ahead of him.
We stopped in a spacious cave. This place was spacious enough for a duel.
I nodded, and Glina's virtual heroic spirit immediately dissipated, returning to the sacred sword.
"And I've also found an extremely cheating summoning method."
I laughed mysteriously. This type of summoning method that violated the rules was definitely beyond the limits of a God Equipment.
"Look closely, don't blink … Fight for me, Gemini Stars. Awaken, Roland, Cavendish!"
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