Chapter 219: Act 153 – Dawn (6) (Second Update)
With a sharp sound, the battle axe was forced to collide with the long sword. One person and one undead immediately retreated after the clash; Cabais stepped back several paces, forcefully driving the long handle of the battle axe into the stone slab with a ‘bang’ to stabilize his stance, while Brendel was sent crashing into the crowd behind him—
“What kind of technique is this!?” The tall skeletal frame leaned back to regain his balance, immediately shouting in surprise and anger. He had seen many things, and although he couldn’t initially understand why Brendel had seen through his attack, he could guess something was amiss.
“A technique that will take your life!” Brendel coldly replied. Seizing upon Cabais’ shock and anger, he stood up again, and like a wisp of shadow, he lunged forward. His detection skill was surprisingly effective, but it was also somewhat expected, as only such a skill could truly deserve the title of divine skill in his heart.
To others, Brendel’s speed was quick, like a split between light and shadow, but to Cabais, it seemed as slow as a turtle. At the moment the long sword was upon him, he sidestepped, letting his ribs avert at the last second, pulling his hands back to prepare a powerful strike against Brendel.
The white line spreading out from Cabais’ body morphed into a brand new net in an instant.
“Lord!”
The Silver Elf Princess turned her head just in time to witness this scene.
Brendel realized that he had missed that sword—
But then, a miracle happened.
A flame-like figure appeared in everyone’s sight—
With a thunderous sound, the Lightning Spear—Logos suddenly appeared between the two, firmly blocking Cabais’ dark battle axe. At that moment, everyone saw a long, dazzling scarlet ponytail flying in the night, as the red-haired maiden leaned back slightly, yet she held onto the long handle of her spear firmly, steadying her form.
Xi lowered her head, a calm expression in her amber eyes.
And beside her, there was another thunderous sound—
As if time had frozen, Brendel’s sword accurately struck Cabais’ right chest; the explosive force created a turbulent flow inside the armor beneath the hard, steel-like ribs, as the air spiraled backward, breaking through the flimsy barrier of the skeletal frame. With continuous cracking sounds, Cabais felt at least three ribs snap.
Then he roared as he was sent flying.
“This is impossible!”
This thought simultaneously took root in the minds of Brendel, Cabais, and even the Silver Elf Princess watching from a distance.
How could this be? All three distinctly felt that the sword should have missed; Cabais had clearly sidestepped the strike, yet when Brendel’s long sword was upon him—each one of them discovered that:
Cabais’ body remained in its original position.
An illusion?
But Brendel instinctively forced down the long sword with all his might, a wave of frost spraying forward from his blade, directly forming a radiant frost curtain in front of him. The icy wind mixed with Cabais flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground, rolling several times clad in his bronze armor, sliding until he crashed into a wall, finally coming to a stop.
With a loud bang, dust flew.
Crack.
The long sword cracked and shattered into pieces that fell to the ground.
Brendel gripped the bare sword hilt, momentarily forgetting to pursue. That wasn’t an illusion; his combat experience at level 130 wouldn’t lead him to make such a ridiculous mistake in a low-level ‘brawl’—did he misjudge? Was it a possibility for a level 130 warrior?
He discarded the hilt and randomly pulled out another sword from a fallen noble soldier nearby. It was embarrassing, but these plain long swords were unable to withstand his golden-tier strength; he found himself nostalgically missing the Radiant Light’s Sting, though somewhat lesser in level, at least it was a magical weapon.
Cabais staggered back up from the rubble; while that blow hadn’t immediately incapacitated him, he was in a bad state. Brendel had just grasped the threshold of gold level one, yet his explosive power was still solid at the lower tier of gold; not everyone could withstand such a force to their chest.
But this undead general pressed on the wound on his chest, having no time to complain. Because before his eyes, a red and a black figure were closing in—this tactic was good, but too slow.
Cabais ground his teeth, stepped back, and raised his battle axe. Using all his might to thrust it forwards, the two piercing metallic sounds instantly pierced the entire battlefield.
The mercenaries even instinctively covered their ears.
Power unleashed!
Brendel hadn’t expected this skeletal figure to possess such power; by the time he reacted, Xi had already been flung away along with her spear. All he felt was a tremendous force coursing through his hands, making him topple backward as he watched the plain long sword he had just grasped shattered into countless flying metal shards along with Cabais’ battle axe.
The young man quickly shielded his eyes, as sharp metal fragments with terrible residual force rained down upon him and Cabais, creating a cacophony of sounds. Brendel felt a sharp pain in his hand; his clothing and riding pants were turned into a sieve.
But what shocked him more was that his power still couldn’t compare to Xi’s. Why was the red-haired maiden propelled backward while he was merely knocked down and his weapon shattered?
Cabais had done it on purpose—
His eye twitched, and he saw that towering skeletal frame had thrown aside the broken battle axe, and a radiant metallic glint appeared in its bony claws.
The undead general grinned sinisterly, a short spear gripped tightly in its claws aimed at Brendel’s shoulder. A layer of blood-red mist rose from the spear as it lunged forward, like a straight line of blood.
A magical weapon.
It was too fast; Brendel was practically on the ground and had no way to dodge; Cabais thrust down with all his might. He could almost envision enjoying the young man’s tragic and harrowing scream, but the next moment—
He realized he had struck empty air.
The tall skeleton instinctively raised its head.
Brendel held tightly with his left hand on his right, his right index finger aligned towards the ground with the Silver Wind ring pointing at it, offering Cabais a victorious smile in mid-air.
In fact, he had already determined that Cabais’ battle axe was not a magical weapon the moment he saw it. He had been waiting for this guy to show his fangs, and it turned out that this skeletal frame was full of tricks; and at the moment before the spear struck, Brendel decisively used the Windring to target the ground, launching a gust with great recoil that sent him flying. The impact from silver tier wasn’t enough to harm him, but it was enough to rapidly change his direction as he fell.
Just like that, the situation turned.
Cabais lifted his head and saw Brendel smiling as he drew the short sword from his boot, making a mid-air turn and slicing down with his downward momentum.
Though the tall skeletal frame was surprised and angry, its reaction wasn’t slow; it immediately dodged and prepared to counterattack. But at that moment, a previous scene played out again.
Cabais distinctly felt he had evaded, yet when the short sword descended, it accurately struck its bare skull.
How could this happen!
It almost roared in anger, but a loud bang suppressed its roar as the lord of darkness was once again sent flying.
Brendel tumbled over with the force and leaped forward again. He had no time to confirm the earlier strange feeling and wisely chose to abandon the explosive technique to avoid damaging his weapon.
The fallen Cabais roared and rolled to the side, trying to retaliate. But what drove him to madness was that he had clearly rolled away, yet the short sword still struck him on the original attacking trajectory—
In fact, everyone on the battlefield witnessed an unforgettable scene:
The young man, known as Viscount Gunstein, Cabais’ true leader, or merely a young knight; there he stood with a short sword, striking left and right, each blow landing accurately on Cabais, who appeared to have prearranged that it would be struck down, no matter how he dodged, he was hit time and again like a futile puppet.
The scene could no longer be described as a battle; it was akin to a parent beating a child. But was this undead really the legendary Grim Reaper Cabais with mid-gold strength? Or was that young man actually a hidden templar knight?
A twenty-year-old templar knight?
Those not just mercenaries, even noble soldiers far away couldn’t help but feel a little deranged at the sight, and Martha above, who could tell them who this master was?
However, due to the horrifying power displayed by Brendel, Grudin’s private army began to crumble. It’s a joke; a gold tier being could at least be somewhat restrained by sheer numbers, but once the elemental force was unleashed—
That was an existence beyond humanity.
In the face of such an existence, they could only serve as pawns to buy time. No one wished to fight a hopeless war, and these noble soldiers gathered for power and money were even less willing.
Brendel finished his last swing, and the short sword in his hand finally shattered. He watched Cabais fly away like a heavy sack, crashing into a building, unable to suppress a long sigh as he tossed away the sword hilt.
He had tried his best to minimize the effort, yet the sword could only withstand ten strikes.
But now he didn’t care about that, instead immersing himself in an extraordinary feeling. Just like what he had seen before; if once or twice could be deemed an illusion, what about ten times?
The problem was, every one of those ten attacks, whether it was him, Cabais, or even Xi behind, had noticed—clearly every time his sword seemed destined to miss, yet unmistakably, it still struck the skeletal frame.
What exactly was happening?
He lifted his head, preparing to switch to a long sword for another attack, but just at that moment, he suddenly heard a piercing roar from the dust-filled ruins ahead:
“Damn it, bastard, this is the power of the elements! What on earth is this element!”
Cabais’ furious roar echoed across the battlefield.
Brendel paused slightly.
Elements?
……(To be continued, for more chapters, please log in, support the author, support legitimate reading!)
