radiothebook Chapter 623: The Magic Battlefield!
Chapter 623: The Magic Battlefield!
The clock tower ruins hummed in the wind and snow.
Im supported the fifteen-meter-long crescent-shaped weapon with one hand.
The blade tip is inserted obliquely into the frozen soil.
The weapon was surrounded by swirling black clouds.
Dozens of eyes moved individually.
Her bronze face was held high.
Dark red eyes peered over the falling snow.
Locking in the trembling, white frost in mid-air.
The iron thunderbolt hangs five meters high.
The five-meter-tall giant body was taut and stiff.
The hair sticks up straight.
The claws dug into the fur.
Im's voice boomed down.
A blunt knife being pushed forward.
"Is this the new owner you chose?"
Loki's chest was bleeding.
He gripped the black mist spear that pierced through his body with both hands.
The gun body was jet black.
The flames danced along the blade of the spear.
The skin on my palms was scalded black.
The bronze-colored dragon scales had cracked edges on their wounds.
The sternum-like muscles were twisted into strands of flesh.
Fresh blood dripped down the grooves of the gun barrel.
Each drop of blood froze into tiny blackish-red crystals the moment it hit the ground.
Loki narrowed his eyes.
He could hear his own heartbeat.
He heard a suppressed sound coming from Tie Lei's throat.
Something old that was unearthed.
He glanced down at the broken stone steps at his feet.
I looked up and saw a bronze-colored figure fifty meters away.
Im dug into Tie Lei's heart again.
Im turned his head away.
His gaze slid down from Tie Lei.
Two thin needles were placed on Loki's face.
The hostility dissipated.
"How nostalgic!"
"But your previous master"
The wind and snow froze.
"You betrayed me"
The four words landed.
Tie Lei's body stiffened.
The trembling tuft of hair on his head stopped.
Its two front paws were clenched tightly.
The knuckles were pressed from brown to pale.
From pale to transparent.
The ancient light deep within his pupils was extinguished with a snap.
Another forcefully ignited flame.
Above Im, on the rolling black clouds.
Several dark red eyes turned around at the same time.
I don't watch Loki.
I don't look at Chen Ye.
They were only focused on Tie Lei.
Waiting for the moment of collapse.
"squeak"
Tie Lei squeezed out a very faint tremor from his throat.
The next moment, the color faded from its roots.
The brown color was scraped off with a knife.
Peeling off layer by layer.
A frosty white color spreads from the center of the spine.
Rush to the tip of the ahoge.
Its size increased to five meters in two seconds.
Ice crystals formed in the middle of the fur.
Each hair tip tinged with pale blue.
The frozen soil beneath our feet is cracked.
The cracked spiderweb pushes outward.
The remaining stones of the bell tower are frozen with ice flowers.
The iron thunder claws were shattered by the residual wind.
"roar"
The high-pitched squeak disappeared.
A suppressed, ancient roar.
Ancient creatures spoke using their throat bones.
It shook its head frantically.
Its two front paws flailed wildly in the air.
He was pointing at Im, one stroke at a time.
He pounded his chest repeatedly.
A rapid, forceful cry escaped his throat.
There is no human language.
Loki understood.
Chen Ye understood what he was hearing from a thousand meters in the air.
On the eastern battlefield, Shanks held Griffin's hand.
The blade paused for a moment.
He understood.
Tie Lei denied it.
Deny it with all your might.
Its former owner.
Not a traitor.
Chenye stood atop the head of the ancient divine eagle, Vidvernir.
The wind and snow sliced past his side.
Her long hair fluttered in the wind.
A golden aura of Observation Haki emanated from between his brows.
It covers the entire battlefield.
His gaze didn't linger on the bloody hole in Loki's chest.
He didn't stop, his body covered in iron frost and white.
He was looking at that dark cloud.
He saw it.
Tie Lei's emotions exploded.
Three pairs of eyes briefly lost focus above the dark clouds.
I didn't look in any direction.
It's just empty.
One sentence from someone took away my backbone.
The largest, dark red primary pupil turned around in the center of the cloud layer.
Use your power to suppress it.
Three pairs of unfocused eyes were forcibly pulled back to their original positions.
Three prisoners were escorted back to their posts.
Chen Ye placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword.
Thumb against the hilt of the sword.
Let's review what just happened.
"The dark cloud is not her."
There's something else hidden in the dark clouds.
The divine eagle let out a suppressed, low cry.
Chenye held down its feathers.
They didn't make a move.
Now is not the time.
The prince is still standing below.
Loki lowered his head.
Blood was gushing from his chest.
The black mist spear pierced very deeply.
The front of the chest runs through the back.
The small eye embedded in the gun barrel spins wildly inside its body.
Appreciate every heartbeat of his.
He gritted his teeth.
A dull thud from the root of the teeth.
"Old man"
"Trying to use old grievances to smear my brother's face."
He suddenly exerted force with both arms.
The muscles were taut like thick, dark red ropes.
The dragon scales made a crackling sound at the bend of its arms.
He gripped the spear tightly with both hands.
Against the direction of flesh and blood.
They pulled it out forcefully.
Black flames erupted from the edge of the gun blade.
A live creature bit the palm of the hand.
Cut the skin and flesh apart.
Fresh blood gushed out from between his fingers.
He didn't let go.
He lowered his head even further.
A smile, blood-red from biting his canine teeth.
The gun barrel recoiled inch by inch.
Blackish-red mist gushed from the blood hole in his back.
The eye embedded in the gun barrel moved more slowly.
He clenched his left hand tightly.
"Click"
The tip of the gun was completely pulled out from behind.
He retracted his left palm.
Black Mist's hand trembled slightly.
Grab the snake at its seven-inch mark.
It shattered into black powder with a "poof".
The wind and snow swept it away.
Blood flowed from the hole in his chest.
He didn't look at the hole.
His gaze shifted to Tie Lei.
"little things"
He grinned.
The blood-stained teeth gleamed in the snow.
"It insulted your owner."
What are you waiting for?
Iron Frost's white hair bristled.
Turn to look at Loki.
In the eyes of the ancient.
Shock.
Something long forgotten has finally come down.
"squeak"
A sharp response.
"Smash it back"
Loki slammed out those three words.
The thunder roared, overwhelming the wind and snow.
The aimless wandering was forcibly brought under control.
Tearing oneself apart from control.
Switch to attacking Im.
He turned and glared at the bronze-skinned figure.
His entire body was covered in frost and a burst of cold air.
The temperature dropped sharply within a 100-meter radius of the palace ruins.
A new layer of ice formed on the frozen soil.
Im did not elaborate further.
He only looked at Tie Lei.
Looked for a long time.
His bronze face was expressionless.
Something very faint appeared in his dark red eyes.
remember.
Bored.
She raised her hand.
He held the 15-meter crescent-shaped weapon in one hand.
Pulled out of the frozen soil.
"squeak"
The blade picks up the frozen soil.
The ice layer was blasted into powder.
The crescent-shaped weapon's tip was covered in black clouds.
A pot of burning thick ink.
Flames erupted from the blade.
Pitch black.
There is no heat wave.
There was no crackling sound.
It didn't distort the air.
The moment it was lit.
The remaining color in the surrounding area faded.
The gravel turned dry and grayish-white.
The wooden beams have lost their grain.
The roots of grass in the frozen soil turned into gray threads.
Erase.
Loki's pupils contracted.
I recognize this feeling.
It's not fire.
The rules are being burned again.
"Damn it (╬▔皿▔)"
Dozens of pairs of eyes narrowed in the dark clouds.
Dark red.
Purplish-black.
golden.
Emerald green.
Star-shaped.
Irregular shape.
All pupils focus on the same point.
Aiming at Loki.
Aiming at the iron mine.
Aim at the guy who hasn't fallen in the very center of the snowstorm.
Im raised his crescent-shaped weapon high.
The pitch-black flames flowed along the edge of the blade.
With a flick of the wrist, the energy converges at the center of the blade.
It condenses into a miniature crescent moon.
The blade tip cuts into the air.
It left behind extremely fine black cracks.
The crack hasn't closed.
The thin silk was cut open.
Suspended diffusion.
Above the ruins of the royal palace.
The first appearance of a color that did not belong to this world.
"Iron Thunder"
Loki spoke.
He didn't look up at Im.
His gaze pressed down on his shoulder.
"come over"
Push forward with both feet.
The clock tower's remains crumbled into dust at your feet.
Raise your left hand.
He grabbed the five-meter-tall, frost-white behemoth in mid-air.
The movements were neither too heavy nor too light.
Grab the weapon you are most familiar with.
Tie Lei did not resist.
Lift it onto his shoulder.
Its frosty white body shifted amidst the lightning.
Hair shortens.
Apply it to the inside of your body.
It transforms into fine, dense ice patterns on a hammer-shaped surface.
The claws curled up.
The finger bones are lengthened.
Extend into the end of the hammer handle.
The ahoge (cowlick) curls down.
Connected to the spine.
It transforms into the pointed nail at the top of the hammer.
Close your eyes.
The roar echoed within the hammer's body.
"Old buddy"
"Play one more game with me."
The palm is turned up.
Ice crystals emerged from the palm lines.
The ice crystals are shaped like the ice patterns on the hammerhead.
The ancient ice plains were traced.
Blue and white lightning flowed into his body along his arm.
Lightning bolts shot into the heart of the hammer.
The extreme cold force pushed back the arm bone.
The two forces pushed and pulled back and forth repeatedly.
An ancient rune lit up.
The second one.
The third one.
The wind and snow brought it to life.
One by one, they lit up.
The icy blue light emanates from the hammer's core.
Climb up the hammer handle to the chest.
Blood hole.
The flowing blood.
It's frozen.
The blood droplet froze into fragments in mid-air.
Hanging on the outer edge of the wound.
An icy blue light spread along his shoulders.
They gathered behind them.
It shot upwards.
It transformed into a thick pillar of lightning.
Piercing into the clouds.
The clouds are lit up.
An icy blue light rose above the ruins.
Chen Ye saw it from high above.
Squinting.
"The spirit has fully awakened."
"This hammer blow wasn't Loki's own."
The hand gripping the sword hilt did not loosen.
"It's because it's being lent to him again."
Look up at Im.
The crescent moon has been pushed down to the horizon.
A dark crescent moon pressed down.
Black flames gathered along the blade's edge.
A hundred-meter-long arc of light was drawn out below the blade.
The edge of the arc cuts through the air.
Tiny black cracks extended toward Loki.
Where the arc of light passes.
Color removal.
They devoured the battlefield piece by piece.
Loki.
He stomped on the last stone slab with both feet and crushed it.
Grip the warhammer tightly with both hands.
The last rune of Ironlight lit up.
Ice-blue light pierces through the hammer body.
The hammer handle and the knuckles cracked in his palm.
Respond to the way he holds it every time.
The thick bolts of lightning behind them exploded simultaneously.
Blue and white lightning shot into the sky.
The lead-gray clouds ignited inside.
The ruins of the Royal Palace of Elbaf.
Extreme cold and thunder illuminate the scene.
"Iron Thunder"
"I'll take you back and beat it up."
The hammer's head made a dull thud.
It's not metal.
It's not ice.
The echoes of sounds from hundreds of years ago.
Im's crescent moon pressed down.
Black flame arc light formation.
A hundred-meter-long arc of light at the edge.
Black cracks swept in.
The bronze-colored figure lowered his head slightly after the arc of light.
Appreciate a finished work of art.
Dark clouds behind them.
Dozens of eyes were wide open.
Wait a little longer.
Loki's lightning pillar reached its highest point.
The iron-light ice shone in its full glory.
The warhammer was raised high above his head.
Ice and lightning combined attack.
It was just one breath away.
Above the ruins of the royal palace.
Jet black and ice blue.
Two colors illuminate the battlefield.
It was swallowed up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Only one remains.
The very last moment.