[Name: Dragon Break Slash (Dragon _ Slave)]
[Skill Card Type: Active Skill, Disappears after one use]
[Skill Type: Spiritual Spell]
[Effect: Borrow the power of the red-eyed demon king to unleash an attack capable of destroying an entire city]
[Consumption: 50% of maximum Stamina Points and all Mana Points (Chant the incantation before use)]
[Learning Requirement: General Talent A, Spiritual Spell Mastery unlocked]
[Remark: This is one of the most powerful black magic spells created by the ancient sage Lein Magnus. It was named after he used this skill to slay a dragon.]
Yamaraja had obtained this skill in the form of a scroll.
Since it was a one-time use skill, no one knew how effective it would be before it was used. However, judging from the description of the skill and the description in the original work, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe the power of this skill as earth-shattering.
Before the finals, the four members of the [Gods of Destruction] had viewed Dragon Break Slash as their "last resort". Thus, they had already agreed on the prerequisites for using this skill and had come up with several strategies beforehand.
For example, if two out of the four of them had already been killed, and there were more than two enemies left, and their location was unknown … at that time, Yamaraja could consider using this skill to kill indiscriminately.
Or, if all four of them were still alive, but they encountered an extremely powerful opponent or dangerous situation that they couldn't deal with. In such a situation, there were two strategies. The first was that the three of them would give their all to buy time for Yamaraja to chant the incantation and unleash an all-out attack. The second strategy was the one they were using right now. They would try to knock the opponent into a relatively distant and unavoidable position (such as high up in the sky), then use Dragon Break Slash to kill the opponent.
Of these two strategies, the latter was obviously more difficult. Not only did it require the proper coordination of skills, but it also required a good grasp of the time difference.
Of course, this wasn't much of a problem for professional players. At most, they would just have to practice a few more times …
Thus, we saw this scene … The three members of the [Gods of Destruction] worked together seamlessly and successfully pushed the insufferably arrogant D1 Dragon into the air.
"Surpass the darkness of dusk, surpass the red of blood, and be buried in the torrent of time. In the name of thy mighty name, I hereby swear to the darkness …"
The chanting of the incantation was like the sound of an illusion, causing energy to surge.
An orange-red magic ball gradually appeared between Yan Mo's hands, and it was being held up in front of him. A vortex of rising air suddenly appeared around her, blowing her long purple hair. Half of her face, which had always been covered by slanted bangs, was also exposed.
At the same time, on the data analysis interface in D1-Dragon's Eye, what he saw was still …
Tactical Control Options:
—???
Survival rate:
32%... 30%... 28%...
"What a joke … I can't even analyze the defensive strategy …" This was the first time in the D1-DRAGON's life that he had revealed a panicked expression.
Under the effect of [Weightless Contact], his control over his body had obviously decreased. The impact of the giant bronze fist had completely transformed into a pushing force, causing him to constantly rise in the air.
At this moment, there was no cover around the Dragon, nor was there anywhere he could borrow strength from. Although he could still move to a certain extent, with the range of the Dragon Break Slash, any movement that was less than 500 meters away would be meaningless …
"What should I do … What should I do?!" Dragon repeated this question to himself. His face was blanching, and the calmness from before had completely disappeared.
Because … he was feeling 'fear'.
Actually, D1-Dragon was not a normal Anomaly. He should have another name — 'Sourceborn'.
Different from the Anomalies that were born from the system's redundancy, Dragon was a unique individual created by one of the three leaders of Origin, Link. From the moment he was born, he was a level one Anomaly.
Therefore, Dragon had never experienced the situation of a low-level Anomaly. He had never been chased by a GM in a scenario, and he had never struggled to survive on the edge of life and death. He had no idea what the data analysis interface of a level four Anomaly looked like, and he had no idea what 'helplessness' felt like …
Dragon had never fought an enemy with a threat level higher than 'medium', and his Tactical Control tab had never been blank before.
To put it simply, D1-Dragon, who was born strong, lacked the combat experience of a weakling.
He was used to following the strategy in his Tactical Control tab, using strength that was greater than his opponent to crush his opponent. When these conditions didn't exist, he was like a soldier who had lost his firearm … Even if he was facing an aboriginal with a spear, he would still be at a loss.
"All foolish things that stand in our way, with our power, we will grant them equal destruction …"
Finally … the spell was coming to an end.
"Dragon Break Slash!" Yanmo finished the spell and pushed forward with both of his hands.
In that moment, time seemed to freeze, and magic energy sliced through the air.
The Dragon Slaying Slash that carried the power of the Demon King rushed into the sky and slammed into the panicking D1-Dragon.
Perhaps it was a coincidence, perhaps it was fate … Just like Falling Qing Mountain, Broken Secret Ravine, Fallen Phoenix Slope, and so on … The only Chinese character in the name "D1 Dragon" perfectly matched this "Dragon Break Slash".
In the sky, there was a burst of light that looked like the sun. A large, ball-shaped energy spread out … destroying everything within its range.
One of the masterpieces of Origin was … taken away by a level A skill.
…
"What the f * ck … This is insane." On the other side of the city, the three experts from Jiang Hu could not help but gasp as they looked at the miracle in the sky.
After the three of them witnessed the leader of the demons kill Understanding Death at the blood lake, they had decided to run away from the monster and headed in a different direction. At that moment, they were the group of players who were the furthest away from the Explosion Tunnel.
"The situation in this scenario is much more dangerous than we predicted," Smiling Question in the Heavens said. "The sound wave earlier, the white beam later, and now … who knows what that is … In any case, they are all skills that are far beyond the players' endurance. If you are hit head-on, there is no chance of survival. "
"Isn't that a good thing?" The usually taciturn Bladeless Man chimed in.
"Hah …" Blade Runner chuckled when he heard that. "In that case … Phantom Dawn will be killed somewhere else, won't he?"
"That's right," Smiling Question in the Heavens agreed. "Indeed … I do not wish to fight that kid either."
"Hey, hey, I came to find you out of kindness …" Suddenly, another voice joined in.
The expressions of Dao Jian Xiao and the other two changed drastically. They immediately got into formation with their backs against each other, each occupying a side and vigilantly searching for the source of the sound.
"At the end of the day, you are acknowledged as experts …" Phantom Dawn casually walked out from the corner ahead. "Don't you have the urge to fight the stronger the opponent, the more I want to fight them?"
"Even though I do not wish to say it like that …" Blade Runner's hand was already on the hilt of his sword. He was ready to unleash his skill. "But I have to admit … you are not even on the same level as us …"
One day in May, Laughing Blade and the other two ran into Phantom Dawn in a Killing Game. The result … was self-explanatory. In short, after that battle, many of the common sense of these three people had been completely shattered. Their self-esteem as experts had been shattered into dregs and transformed into a fuel called "hard work", allowing their strength to improve by quite a bit.
However … it was because they knew the difference that they believed that with their current strength, they were still unable to defeat the man before them.
"Tsk … coward," another voice said.
Blade Runner recognized the speaker immediately, and confusion appeared on his face.
He saw Not a Scaredy Cat and Meng Jingchan walk out from the alley behind Phantom Dawn.
Not a Scaredy Cat looked at the three bosses of her club with condescension. She pouted and said, "What is there to be afraid of? He is shorter than me."
"What does that have to do with height?" Phantom Dawn turned around to roar.
"Haha …" Meng Jingchan walked to Phantom Dawn's side. He moved the cigarette butt to the corner of his lips and looked down at his colleague with a smile. "Don't argue with that auntie. When you grow up … Ah!"
Before Brother Zen could finish, he was kicked in the back by Not a Scaredy Cat, and he fell to the ground. Then, he was stepped on by Phantom Dawn and Not a Scaredy Cat.
"Auntie! Auntie! Auntie! "
"Grow up! Grow up! Grow up! "
The two repeated the words that made them unhappy, and their feet stomped on Meng Jingchan.
"Okay, okay … I was wrong …" Meng Jingchan hugged his head and rolled on the ground. He quickly begged for mercy. "Hey! That's enough … My Life Points are dropping! "
Laughing Blade, who stood several meters away, was dumbfounded. The three of them were at each other's throats, and that made them look unnecessary.
"What's going on?" Blade Runner asked in confusion.
"Hmm … If this is not an illusion, then there is an eighty percent chance that … Not a Scaredy Cat has somehow formed an alliance with these two," Laughing at the Heavens said.
As they spoke, the violence on the other side stopped.
Meng Jingchan stood up and glanced at the cigarette butt that had fallen to the ground and the spilled beer with reluctance. Two seconds later, he patted the dust off his body and took out another bottle of beer from his backpack.
Seeing this, even Phantom Dawn could not help but be surprised.
"I say … how many of these meaningless things did you bring with you?"
"Huh?" As Meng Jingchan answered, he took out the cigarette from his pocket. "Why do you think I expanded my backpack to thirty slots?"
"How about you squeeze out two slots for your sense of shame and integrity?" Phantom Dawn narrowed his eyes.
"Sigh …" Not a Scaredy Cat ignored the two for now and turned to walk toward the three members of her club. "Let me explain the current situation …"
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