Chapter 626

Four Hundred and Forty-Fifth Chapter: Electromagnetic Cannon

Under the pitch-black night sky, amidst the desolate and silent streets, the intense battle temporarily entered a brief moment of calm and silence. Standing in the center of the battlefield was Dorothy, clad in a black robe, her powerful presence lingering around her feet.

Beneath the ground, the terrifying gargoyle swiftly moved, circling around what it believed to be its trapped prey, closing in rapidly. At this moment, he was convinced that the battle was nearing its end. The subsequent actions were no longer considered hunting; they were merely collecting the prey caught in the trap.

In this eerily quiet atmosphere, Dorothy stood motionless, her hand slowly reaching into her black robe. After a brief search, she pulled out a common Prit coin.

Holding the ordinary coin with the portrait of King Charles IV of Prit on it, Dorothy took a deep breath. It seemed to trigger something within her, calming her previously tense heart. She closed her eyes and focused her abilities to sense the iron sand beneath the ground and the movements of the hidden enemy.

As seconds ticked by, Dorothy sensed the dangerous object approaching her from underground, slowly moving behind her, and emerging silently.

Behind Dorothy, the towering gargoyle emerged from the ground without a sound. Bengochiel’s sharp claws were raised high, flames burning fiercely, his cold eyes fixed on the unsuspecting back. In the next moment, he would tear apart the enemy before him with his burning claws.

Just then, the figure in the black robe suddenly turned around. Beneath the hood, the delicate face of the girl directly faced the stealthy attacker. Her indifferent crimson eyes revealed a moment of surprise as she clearly saw Bengochiel’s true form.

‘It’s… a child?!’

Unexpectedly, the restrained enemy turned around, causing Bengochiel to feel a sense of unease. However, it was too late for him to react. Flames already blazed as Bengochiel swung his fiery claws, but faster than the flames and claws, was the girl’s voice.

“—Fus·Ro—”

The ancient words gently escaped the girl’s lips, yet the seemingly soft language unleashed a savage and powerful force. With a thunderous explosion, a concentrated and powerful impact struck Bengochiel’s chest, even the heavy gargoyle was sent flying backward, off the ground. Bengochiel’s eyes showed clear shock.

With the power of the Dragon Roar, Dorothy interrupted Bengochiel’s sneak attack and sent him flying nearly forty meters away. However, relying solely on brute force was insufficient to break through the gargoyle’s formidable defense, which even explosives couldn’t penetrate. For Dorothy, the purpose of the Dragon Roar wasn’t to defeat him outright, but to create distance and suppress him.

The dozens of meters propelled by brute force, and the end effects of the Dragon Roar kept Bengochiel immobilized, unable to move due to the impact. The rigid state where his legs were off the ground and he couldn’t effectively evade was exactly what Dorothy desired.

The instant the Dragon Roar was unleashed, and Bengochiel was sent flying, Dorothy turned fully around and extended her arm. Between her fingers, a coin was placed in an elastic posture. Dorothy’s gaze locked onto the gargoyle being pushed back by the impact. Invisible forces spread out, affecting the surrounding space, and faint electrical arcs flickered around her.

While Bengochiel was still enduring the residual impact of the Dragon Roar and had yet to land, Dorothy released the coin. The ordinary Prit coin, upon being released, was imbued with an immense, invisible force, then shot out at an unimaginable speed.

“Whoosh!”

Under the influence of tremendous force, the coin accelerated at a rate incomprehensible to people of this era. Soon after being released, it reached a velocity where air resistance could no longer be ignored. The high-speed friction between the coin’s metallic surface and the surrounding air caused the coin to heat up rapidly. The coin’s surface glowed brightly, akin to steel fresh from a high-temperature forge. Such a bright object shot out at high speed, resembling a dazzling beam of light.

The dazzling golden-orange beam emitted from Dorothy’s fingertips pierced through the street. The wind pressure generated by the high-speed impact swept around, and after tens of meters of continuous acceleration, the ordinary coin began to melt due to the heat accumulated from air friction. Just as the coin was about to disintegrate, it hit its target—the invulnerable chest of the gargoyle. It penetrated through, all within less than a second.

Before Bengochiel could react, the golden-orange beam had already pierced through his chest, piercing his heart. The tough skin that could withstand bullets and explosives appeared so fragile under the unparalleled penetration power of this era.

Everything happened too quickly. When Bengochiel’s body was pierced, he hadn’t yet realized what had happened. From his perspective, it seemed like a beam of light had suddenly emerged, striking his left chest and sending him flying a considerable distance before crashing to the ground.

Generally speaking, Bengochiel paid little attention to such beam-like attacks because they often resembled the skills of Flame Elementalists like Holy Burn. However, he wasn’t afraid of Elementalists. Thus, when he got up after falling, he didn’t take the previous strike seriously. To Bengochiel, the shock that had thrown him off was more concerning than the beam of light. Only when he stood up did he notice an unusual sensation in his chest, and he found himself unable to move. His expression froze.

At this point, Bengochiel’s chest had a small, circular hole. Around the hole, cracks extended outward in all directions. The edges of the hole seemed to glow faintly due to contact with a very hot object. Inside the hole, the flesh once protected by the sturdy shell was now exposed and burned to charcoal, emitting wisps of white smoke. Bengochiel could smell the scent of burnt meat.

Though his chest was pierced, fortunately, the high temperature had cauterized the wound, preventing severe bleeding. However, for Bengochiel whose heart was severely damaged, discussing bleeding was no longer relevant.

“This is…”

With wide eyes and disbelief, Bengochiel muttered, but before he could finish, his vision gradually darkened. His consciousness blurred, and his body, now powerless, fell to one side with a thud.

Lying on the ground, Bengochiel felt the world drifting away. Under the deepening darkness, the last thing he saw was the silhouette of a girl walking slowly from afar. But before the girl could reach him, Bengochiel had completely lost consciousness, lying still on the ground.

Dorothy, clad in a black robe, walked slowly to Bengochiel’s side. Seeing the transformed Bengochiel revert to his human form, she used the power of the Zombie Puppet to confirm his d*ath, then sighed deeply in relief.

“Phew… Finally done. Indeed, dealing with these iron tortoises requires more than just spiritual or soul-based power. Sometimes, you have to rely on brute force.”

“The gargoyle can block bullets and mine explosives… but it can’t stop something like an electromagnetic cannon… This is, after all, the signature skill of the Princess of Electricity.”