The gray buildings were covered in a thick layer of dust, and the moss-covered walls were filled with cracks and cracks. The floorboards beneath my feet made cracking noises, making me worry that I might miss my next step.
But what was even more dangerous was the pitch-black behemoth before me. Red, green, and purple lights flashed in the darkness. These were all the warning lights on the mechanical guards that had been activated.
"Barton didn't even clean up after himself …"
"Of course. This was a surprise attack. If we cleaned them up one by one, they would've died of exhaustion long ago."
The reinforcements that came to the ruins were two humans and one cat. Amelia tactfully refused the children's request to come along, and I, who had recovered my powers, was quite happy that I had a chance to try out my abilities.
"For the holy light!"
My ancient silver-gray battle hammer drew an arc in the air and viciously smashed into the diamond puppet's waist, causing its entire metal body to shatter.
It didn't even have a chance to break through. No matter what material the puppet was made of, no matter if it was made of steel, metal, rock, or clay, it didn't seem like a large battle hammer. None of the puppets were able to dodge, nor were they able to move after being hit. Wherever I went, only piles and piles of raw materials were left behind.
The mechanical guards weren't idiots, either. When they discovered that they were unable to stop the enemies before them, most of the mechanical guards started using long-range attacks to counterattack.
For a moment, I saw nothing but cannon fire. There seemed to be no space for me to dodge.
"For the lich king!"
However, I laughed and ignored all the obstructions and attacks before me. I casually changed my battle cry and charged straight ahead.
Just as the cannon fire was about to hit me, the phantom image of an angry red dragon flashed behind me, and then …
* Clang clang clang! *
That was the sound of metal clashing against metal. The explosions were right in front of me, but they weren't able to stop my advance at all. I continued swinging my battle hammer at the puppets as if I was playing whack-a-mole.
A crimson dragon-patterned heavy armor appeared on my body. In front of this SemiGod Equipment, these unenchanted gunpowder attacks wouldn't even be able to break through my defenses.
[Dragonscale Ice Armor: The Guardian of Yongye. System Evaluation: SemiGod Equipment (can grow).]
[This armor is made from the Eternal Ice of the Ancient Dragon's Blood in another world. There are special inscriptions on it, and the Artifact Soul Irene Béla resides in it. The user is limited to Roland himself.]
[Titan's Thunder Metal: This armor has Legendary Damage Reduction, 50/Divine Equipment. Damage dealt by weapons below the Divine Equipment level will be reduced by 50 points. System Notification: You actually embedded a Titan Shield Shard into it to increase its defense. Only you could think of something like that.]
【Ein Mezus' Protection: The dragon's bloodline flows within the armor. She is protecting the wearer of the armor. However, this isn't good news for the attacker. After all, this means that the wearer has to absorb at least 200 points of damage per day in order to be able to deal any damage to the wearer. This ability will automatically repair itself within 24 hours.]
[Dragon Follower: I really can't believe this attribute would appear on an armor, but you've done it. The wearer can use various Dragon Follower abilities through this armor.]
【Yongye's Authority: Due to the armor's special material, no ice damage will be able to lower its temperature below zero degrees Celsius. This means that it's nearly immune to ice. And due to the Ancient Red Dragon's bloodline, fire damage will be halved, and the lowest damage dealt will be reduced by 30 points.】
This armor with a soul was a trump card that I had sacrificed a lot of my power in exchange for. It was what I relied on to face any opponent.
Compared to seven years ago, my Draconic Bloodline had matured and my personal strength had increased, allowing this armor to go from Legend-ranked to SemiGod Equipment. However, unlike other pieces of equipment that had undergone major changes after leveling up, this armor didn't gain any new abilities. It was just that its defensive stats had all doubled!
Perhaps it was impossible to describe how powerful this armor was. However, an explosion that could kill any ordinary powerful individual exploded on my body, yet I felt nothing at all. That was enough to explain many things.
Or, to put it more directly, after wearing this armor, I could completely ignore the attacks of a Gold-ranked swordsman with Myth-ranked equipment. That was because their instantaneous explosive damage wouldn't be able to break through the dragonscale armor's natural defenses!
And a Sword Saint who didn't need to worry about his own safety was wielding a God Equipment level warhammer, the "Light of Salvation, the Hope Warhammer of the Envoy of Light" …
"Wind."
These mole rats were far too foolish. As a veteran Sword Saint, even if I only used a hammer, I could still use Blade Storm!
As the most commonly used ultimate technique, Blade Storm was simple and direct to use. All you had to do was spin and use the spin to gather and release sword energy. Then, you would use centrifugal force to form a blade of sword energy and use the sharp blade of sword energy to attack your opponent.
A red whirlwind rolled over like a road roller. The storm of death tore through everything in its path in this small space, turning all the puppets and machines it touched into spare parts and raw materials. It was impossible to stop its charge, so it directly broke through the walls.
"What's wrong with him?"
Amelia was rather curious. Roland wasn't a maniac on the battlefield. It was rare to see him fight unless it was absolutely necessary. Rather than sweating and bleeding on the battlefield, he was far more suited to scheming underhanded schemes in the council.
"He's probably been holding it in for too long."
Harloys knew quite well that previously, Roland couldn't even pick up a steel sword, so how could he wear heavy armor on the battlefield? In the end, he had to teach swordsmanship with a Wooden Sword. He must have been quite depressed.
"Wahaha, I'm already undefeatable!"
Roland's battle roar could be heard in the distance, along with the sound of metal shattering and walls collapsing. The other two members of Roland's team shook their heads and hurriedly followed after him.
…
While Roland's battle was going on in the building above his head, Timlad, who had been beaten to a pulp by Roland's reinforcements, fell into a vexed state. And the reason for his vexed state was that Roland was angrily glaring at him.
For long-lived species, seven years was nothing more than one breath and one nap. But for an adult, it was quite a long time. But for a fourteen-year-old girl who had only been sensible for six or seven years, seven years was more than half her life.
Unlike her usual male short hair, Roland's blonde hair was braided into a ponytail that reached her waist. The childishness and gentleness on her face had completely vanished. This female Knight with silver armor and a silver sword was fully armed. She carried a tower shield with the symbol of Gale Castle on her back and a red spear. She also held an ancient battle flag in her hand.
Just by standing there, she gave off the impression that she was an undying mountain range. She was as majestic as a Goddess of War.
The Knight Princess, who was surrounded by pools of blood and corpses, continued to torture her demon opponent as she smiled in delight from the bottom of her heart. It was as if she was at the center of a celebratory banquet.
"Kneel, you filthy lowly species!"
Roland pressed the powerful Inferno Demon Lord onto the ground with a single arm. The muscular demon was still angrily roaring as Roland's combat goddess stepped on his chest. Roland's silver combat boots suddenly rose up, leaving a silver crescent in the air as she viciously stabbed into the Inferno Demon's heart.
* Crack! *
The sound of flesh tearing made everyone instinctively feel uncomfortable. However, this wasn't the end yet.
Roland's combat boots fiercely twisted, directly shattering the Inferno Demon Lord's heart. Blood splattered everywhere. The Inferno Demon Lord would never be able to stand up again.
The Inferno Demon Lord's expression changed from one of delight to one of displeasure when he saw the flesh on her combat boots. It seemed that the Inferno Demon Lord felt that such an opponent wasn't worthy of dirtying his boots.
Blood covered the entire floor. Not far away from her was a mountain of demon corpses. When the Inferno Demon Lord's golden eyes focused on her next target, the silver Knight Princess was still enjoying her slaughter feast.
Judging from how the demons were furiously running away, this enjoyment wouldn't last for much longer.
Renée Qin Mist, 21 years old. She was a direct descendant of a Demon Prince. She used to be the "Knight Princess" and was currently the Empress of the Mist Kingdom. She was a Myth-ranked Chaos Abyss Knight, a descendant of the Mist, and the most dazzling star in this Holy War.
Her overflowing mana caused her blonde hair to flutter in the wind. She wore a silver combat skirt with white stockings and a pair of silver high-heeled boots. She had experienced hundreds of battles, which gave her an awe-inspiring aura of an Iron Princess. However, it was said that in formal and informal diplomatic situations, this thorny rose's long and slender legs had already kicked the vitals of many playboys who dared to try it.
Seven years had allowed Renée to completely break free from Roland's shadow. Her past hesitation and inferiority complex had completely disappeared. Her naughty brat personality and soldier's aura had once again combined and evolved, forming her own powerful aura of a War Goddess.
Currently, she was silently raging and venting her anger on demons. However, this had already transformed into silent pressure on her companions. Everyone was so scared that they didn't dare to make a sound, including the pitiful demon captives hiding in a corner.
That's right, even the violent and battle-hungry Berserker Demons were hugging each other and trembling in front of the furious Demon Queen. Even a high-level Demon Lord wouldn't have such an aura, causing them to feel fear as if their souls were about to be destroyed … Alright then, Catalina was also trembling. Her instincts were telling her that this woman, who greatly resembled Roland, had some sort of killing intent towards her from the very first time they met.
Yesterday, she was still a loli, but after a single night of carelessness, she became a mature woman. Not only that, she was the most violent type. She was the type that matured too early and was about to expire … Alright then, that was Roland's exact words. And because of this, he was being hunted down even more cruelly.
And right now, she was angrily muttering that name.
"Damn it … Roland!"
She gritted her teeth tightly, but her long legs kept stomping down, as if stomping on the spiritual creatures lying on the ground would make her feel better.
"Wait, wait, I'm not Roland. I'm just a copy of Roland's sword techniques …"
"Shut up!"
Alright then, this copy of Roland that was moaning under the military boots rationally shut up. He discovered that the more he complained, the harder Roland stomped on him. He didn't want to disappear just like that.
From a certain standpoint, he had helped his original body block a calamity. Perhaps the real Roland would even thank him.
Even further down, the constantly worsening situation caused the current master of the Sky Tower to become more and more afraid. Finally, he made up his mind and paid even more soul coins to the demons. The opened Chaos Abyss Gate was finally enough for a Demon Lord to descend.
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