e-booksonline Chapter 297 The firepower of LV.8 shocks Orario
Chapter 297 The firepower of LV.8 shocks Orario
Chapter 297 The firepower of LV.8 shocks Orario
From the gods of Babel to the adventurers and civilians of Orario, and even the giant ships docked in the port city of Melen, the gods, teachers, and students of the school district are all watching this fierce battle between first-class adventurers.
Through the divine mirror manifested by divine power, one can see a scene deep within the distant Orb Mountains.
On the endless, layered, desolate mountains, the wind whips up dust and sand, howling as it sweeps across the ruins formed by nature.
The two figures quickly crossed paths and separated.
Clang! Clang! Boom!
Each collision of the spear's edge and the sword's light unleashed a deafening metallic roar, sparks flew wildly, and the hard ground beneath their feet cracked and shattered under the immense force of their trampling and impact!
This is a fierce battle between first-tier adventurers! No holding back, every move deadly!
The spear whistled fiercely, its eerie silver shadows flashing. Bloodstains appeared on Roy's unprotected sides, hands, thighs, neck, and other parts of his body, as he was slashed by the silver spear in the cat-man's hand.
The wound was scarlet, and blood splattered everywhere.
Bang!
The cat-man rolled over and unleashed a powerful whip kick. Roy crossed his arms to shield his face, but the terrifying force propelled him more than ten meters away, leaving two gruesome marks on the ground.
Roy shook his numb hands.
The once bustling Orario, like a noisy market, fell silent; things had taken a far more unexpected turn of events.
In just a few minutes, the two exchanged over a hundred blows. Roy naturally didn't gain any advantage, but he wasn't instantly killed by LV.6 Allen Fromo either.
Since joining Freya's Spring Clan, Alan Fromor has sparred with Otto, Hedin, and others for over a decade, and his skills in dealing with people are undoubtedly superior to Roy's.
Surprisingly, Roy always manages to dodge or block attacks at crucial moments.
"Intuition is better!"
The gods and high-ranking adventurers noticed something amiss.
Alan Fromor's speed was so fast that sometimes Roy's eyes couldn't even catch it, but it could be clearly seen through the Mirror of God.
But Roy blocked the attack at just the right moment, which can no longer be described as just good luck.
The gods and high-ranking adventurers speculated that Roy had probably awakened a rare perception skill.
"And Astraea's swordsmanship—that kid, Germination of Justice, really mastered it!"
The gods observed Roy's movements with admiration, marveling at the subtle divine grace in his swordplay.
Astraea's exquisite swordsmanship, honed over hundreds of millions of years, even the smallest detail slipping through her fingers, is enough for a mortal to study for a lifetime.
This made the duel more interesting.
The Orb Mountains.
The black-haired cat-man stood upright, like a long spear, his tight-fitting clothes giving him a deep and iron-like aura. His hawk-like eyes, sharp as knives, were fixed on the slightly thin figure opposite him.
Frustrated by his inability to subdue Roy, Alan Fromor's cold face grew impatient. "Damn bug, just lie down and be done with it. That's the best ending for you."
In contrast, Roy stood as still as a pine tree, his clothes fluttering in the wind. "Goddess Chariot, give it your all, or you will lose."
"Bug, what are you saying?"
A look of surprise appeared on the cat-man's face; it sounded like he was the one being beaten down.
"Phew!" Roy exhaled a breath of stale air. Although he was covered in wounds, he had almost gotten used to Alan Fromo's terrifying speed at LV.7.
Bang!
The cat-man moved without warning.
He stomped his foot hard, the hard rock shattered with a crack, and he shot out like an arrow, his silver spear transforming into a bolt of lightning that tore through the air!
The spear shot out like a dragon, carrying the domineering power to pierce through mountains and the unwavering determination to strike Roy.
Intuitive!
Roy's eyes lifted the moment the gun tip touched his body. His eyes were clear as a cold pool, reflecting the deadly cold star. The whole world turned gray and hazy. It was a premonition that his intuition had reached its peak!
He did not back down!
With a flick of his right hand, he wielded the elven holy sword, so fast that it left only a blur. With a clang, a restrained bluish-gray sword light flew out, crisp like a dragon's roar!
Neither side nor the other, the sword light and the spear light collided.
Alan Fromo felt as if his powerful shot, capable of destroying cities and fortresses, had crashed into a bottomless vortex with endless suction!
The concentrated penetrating force was gradually dissolved by a viscous and tenacious swirling energy from the sword blade, and the domineering power was cleverly deflected towards the earth!
The spear's edge struck the ground heavily, and the stone slab beside him shattered with a deafening roar, sending fragments of rock flying everywhere!
Roy's elven holy sword was also deflected.
Like a ghost, Roy used the tiny gap created by the spun gun barrel to deliver a punch to the cat-man's face, just inches from the cold barrel.
The strike, delivered using foresight, is faster than thought, ruthless, precise, and strikes the vital point!
The cat-man's amber pupils suddenly contracted!
The opponent was able to advance instead of retreat after his thunderous shot, launching such a brilliant and dangerous counterattack.
However, he's still too inexperienced!
The cat-man displayed amazing fighting instincts, dodging Roy's fist with a slight tilt of his head, and then striking Roy's chest with a backhand.
Click!
A dull thud mixed with the sound of bones cracking rang out. Roy's chest visibly caved in a little, and he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
But at the very moment the cat-man counterattacked, Roy's incantationless magic was activated. Golden lightning crawled along the opponent's arm, and the sea of lightning transformed into seven or eight lightning beasts, which fearlessly pounced on the cat-man.
boom!
Golden lightning exploded with a deafening roar, billowing thick smoke, and its terrifying power caused the earth to crack and mountains to tremble.
At the epicenter of the explosion, the cat-man stood firm, though his body was covered in charred marks.
From initially being on the defensive to blocking the opponent's attacks and finally retaliating, Roy became increasingly adapted to the battle and improved rapidly.
Roy came here with the intention of trading injury for injury.
Alan Fromo's face darkened. Was this an insult to him, a LV.6?
"drink!"
Enraged, the cat-man thrust his left hand, gripping the back of the spear shaft, forward with a violent jerk. The silver spear trembled violently and spun rapidly, like a furious silver dragon, forcefully twisting and strangling Roy in front of him.
laugh!laugh!laugh!
Roy used his keen intuition to catch the trajectory and parry. A tooth-grinding scraping sound rang out as the elven holy sword and the spinning silver spear rubbed together violently, sparking a series of sharp sparks!
A violent, spinning force came from the sword, almost causing Roy to lose his grip, and his wrist was covered in blood.
Suddenly, the cat-man changed his tactics, bursting forth with a sudden burst of energy. He stomped his right foot forward heavily, causing the rocks beneath his feet to crack and crush the rocks with the force of a collapsing mountain!
Roy also delivered a powerful shoulder strike.
Bang!
The two men's shoulders collided, and the violent force caused the ground within dozens of meters to crack and spread in all directions.
The forces of their interaction caused Roy to stumble back more than ten steps, while Alan Fourmore only stumbled back seven or eight steps.
But the cat-man's face was even more gloomy, as if it could drip water. It was actually quite shameful to fight like this with a mere LV.5 adventurer.
Roy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Didn't I tell you to give it your all?"
call!call!
On the desolate mountain, the wind howled, whipping up the clothes of the two. The thrilling attack and defense just now seemed to be just a fleeting moment in the wind.
Looking around, the area within several kilometers has been utterly destroyed, riddled with potholes, completely lacking the magnificence and grandeur of natural mountains.
The contempt in the cat-man's eyes lessened as the battle continued; he seemed to have underestimated his opponent.
In the LV.5 category, Roy is practically invincible. He's confident that there isn't a single LV.5 adventurer in the world who can rival Roy.
Even if it was him or Ota in the past!
If he were on the same level as Roy, he would probably have been killed by this kid long ago.
The opponent's ability level is at its limit—perhaps—
Alan Fromor's eyes sharpened; he knew he had to go all out to defeat his opponent!
Seeing this, Roy's expression turned solemn; he knew the real battle had just begun!
Bang!
Alan Fromer took a step forward, the heavy force of his foot causing the surrounding ground to sink by nearly a meter, propelling him forward.
Unleashing its maximum speed, it charged straight forward with unstoppable force, tearing through the air with a thunderous roar.
The trajectory of the silver spear flashed in Roy's mind. He sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the attack. The sharp spear tip, carrying destructive power, swept past his nose, the force of the wind stinging his face!
The violent gust of gunfire was like an invisible giant hand, and Roy's body, like a willow catkin in the wind, fell backward with incredible flexibility.
Whoosh!
Alan Fuller, who had rushed to within a hundred meters, braked suddenly. He turned around, his waist and abdomen exerting force, and his body snapped back like a taut bow, launching another fierce attack. He arrived in front of Roy in an instant, his cold glint containing a deadly intent that could pierce through metal and stone!
Roy swayed, dodging the thrust once more.
With a rumble of the earth, straight spikes followed one after another, the cat-man's figure moving like lightning.
Roy used his "intuition" to the fullest, anticipating the opponent's attack trajectory and dodging it three times in a row.
The straight lines left by the passage are deeply etched into the earth, intertwined, and as menacing as a spider web.
The catman's agility reaches LV.7, but his dexterity attribute is not up to par, which means that he can only go straight for the road, like the "rook" in chess. In a sense, Roy's "intuition" is also the opponent's nemesis.
But the power of the chariot charge was indeed astonishing; being hit even once would result in serious injury.
This sense of crisis is exactly what Roy needs.
adventure!
Roy's eyes lit up with fervor. Here they come!
Faced with Alan Fromo going all out, the intense sense of crisis finally triggered the "Adventure" feature, and his stats on his panel skyrocketed.
The boost provided by the E-rank "Adventure" is far greater than before, instantly bringing all stats to SSS, the maximum!
All hidden attributes such as resistance, luck, and recovery were also greatly enhanced. Roy felt as if he were immersed in clear spring water, his tense mind relaxed, his pain was relieved, and the wounds on his body healed quickly.
Alan Fromor noticed the changes in Roy immediately, but the chariot that had been started could not be stopped, and he still rushed off at top speed.
Swish!
Roy's eyes were fixed on the oncoming cat-man, and in the blink of an eye, he narrowly avoided the attacking silver spear at the last possible distance.
Then, Roy swung his sword backhand.
A look of surprise flashed across the cat-man's face. He hadn't expected Roy to dodge the thrust in such a dangerous way, and that the opponent could launch such a tricky counterattack!
The chill emanating from the sword light that followed him on the back made his skin tighten instantly!
A close call!
The cat-man roared, displaying terrifying adaptability honed through countless battles. He slammed his foot into the ground, forcibly stopping his steps. His body floated in the air, spinning like a top, using rotation to dissipate the force. At the same time, his right hand, which was gripping the gun, suddenly released its grip, while his left hand flashed out and grabbed the end of the gun barrel. The drooping silver spear thrust out with a brutal, explosive force, landing on Roy's shoulder.
The spearhead came with fierce momentum and a sharp, cold glint, but Roy showed no fear and insisted on swinging his sword to strike.
The icy blade of the elven holy sword struck the cat-man's chest, deliberately avoiding the shoulder guard on his left shoulder, and slashed a long gash from his right shoulder to his left leg, the wound so deep that the bone was visible, and blood splattered everywhere.
At the same time, the cold light of the silver spear pierced through Roy's shoulder, blooming into a scarlet flower of blood.
Both of them staggered back five or six steps at the same time.
"Huff! Huff!"
Alan Fromo's breathing quickened slightly, his cold and ferocious eyes fixed on Roy. He had actually been hurt by a being as insignificant as an ant.
Roy stopped the "chariot" that had been started!
Upon seeing this scene, the vast Orario fell silent. Everyone stared blankly at the Mirror of God, their lips twitching, as if their worldview had been overturned.
The differences between the levels are undeniable.
This is nothing like Roy's duel with Hyacinthus back then. The gap between LV.5 and LV.6 is much greater, and "Goddess Chariot" is the best among LV.6 adventurers in every aspect.
Battlefield.
The fierce smiles on the faces of Freya's many valiant warriors gradually faded, replaced by solemn expressions.
Even they have to admit it.
Even a mid-to-low level LV.6 adventurer would probably be no match for Roy now. It's unbelievable; he must possess extremely powerful skills that can significantly boost one's stats.
With his handsome and aloof face, Hedin picked up his weapon and walked out of the mansion, immediately attracting the attention of others, who all turned their gazes toward him.
"My nemesis, where are you headed?"
Hegny stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, covering his right eye. Each word dripping with adolescent angst, he said, "Heh heh, as expected, that heart that refuses to lose to a righteous youth is stirring. I'm going to the Thousand-Year Demon Cave to continue forging my strength!"
Hedin gave the other person a sharp look. "Don't talk to me like that, you idiot!"
"ah----"
A wave of shame washed over him, and Hegny instantly deflated, wishing he could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the ground with his toes.
"There's no need to look anymore. That good-for-nothing is completely useless after losing his sister!" Hedin left these words and walked alone towards the dungeon.
The Tower of Babel has thirty stories.
The gods exclaimed in astonishment, "Impossible!"
They created the grace system, and they know better than anyone how terrifying the level gap is. How could a LV.5 possibly hurt a LV.6?
One-on-one fights and group fights are not the same!
If a teammate holds off the opponent, a LV.5 adventurer can take the opportunity to use a powerful spell, which might be able to injure a LV.6 adventurer. However, a one-on-one fight is completely different; close combat is almost impossible.
But the undeniable facts are right in front of us.
Looking at Roy reflected in the Mirror of God, it was as if another figure overlapped with him. The gods thought of a girl who was hailed as a "monster of talent," and instantly felt a chill run down their spines.
But that witch developed her skills at the cost of a terminal illness, which is why she gained such powerful abilities. Her talent makes her the number one in the Grace system. It's impossible that Roy also has a terminal illness!
"Gurgle!"
The gods' throats twitched, and they swallowed saliva.
They were certain that Roy's current ability level had definitely exceeded its limit, but they couldn't determine the exact value, since they had never encountered such a familiar before.
The gods were excited, their eyes bloodshot, wishing they could rush to the Orb Mountains, tear off Roy's clothes, and see the message of grace on his back.
At some point, Hermes slipped up to Astraea's side. "Asteria, is this why we didn't let Leon play?"
Astraea turned her head slightly.
Hermes chuckled and continued to probe, "There should be more to it than that. Could you tell us why you had Roy's brother play?"
The gods were fully focused, their ears perked up.
Even Freya was no exception.
Astraea's gentle gaze fell upon Roy as reflected in the Mirror of God, her red lips parted slightly, "That child wants to accomplish a great feat."
The goddess's voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for all the gods to hear. As soon as she finished speaking, the entire divine assembly hall fell silent, plunging into a deathly stillness.
At first glance, the gods' facial muscles appeared stiff.
"hiss!"
After absolute silence, the gods' pupils widened, their eyeballs almost popping out. Arrogant, too arrogant! Using the so-called "fastest in the city" adventurer as a stepping stone to reach LV.6!
There's only a fine line between genius and madness!
Looking at Roy in the divine mirror, the gods seemed to understand what he meant, and their faces flushed with excitement.
"Roy, bro, beat him to a pulp!"
"Roy is invincible!"
"From today onwards, I'm Roy's brother's dog! Nobody's allowed to take me away from him!"
Apart from Freya's most loyal group of sycophants, all the other gods cheered and shouted, making the huge divine assembly hall look like a karaoke room.
It is common for the strong to bully the weak, but it is the weak to overcome the strong that is exciting and exhilarating!
It's like playing Russian with a revolver. If you load one bullet, everyone wants you dead; if you load five bullets, everyone wants you to live.
-
Roy's actions were even more outrageous, essentially loading six bullets and gambling on a one in ten thousand chance of a dud.
The gods' reaction was predictable.
Freya's expression remained unchanged, but upon closer inspection, a faint, elusive glint could be seen in the depths of her bright, star-like eyes.
The Garden of Stars.
At almost the same time, Ryu, who shared Roy's feelings, also realized this.
A proud and confident smile appeared on her beautiful, icy face.
This is the boy's adventure!
Using the Synchronization Contract, she can also use Roy's abilities, but the "Adventure" ability, that development ability, can only be perfectly mastered by Roy!
The Orb Mountains.
Roy and Alan Fourmore stared at each other, their gazes clashing in mid-air, sparking intense tension, as if the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
Roy exhaled and said, "Use your magic, or you won't have a chance!"
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If he wants to accomplish a great feat, he must defeat the all-out "Goddess Chariot." A half-hearted approach will not bring him any new honors.
The fully activated adventure provided an unimaginable boost, bringing most of his attributes to the same level as his opponent, and even surpassing his opponent in hidden attributes such as luck.
Alan Fourmer's only remaining advantages are "Agility" and his opponent's most powerful trump card.
"What nonsense are you spouting, you bug!"
Alan Fromor's face contorted in pain. How could he possibly use that hateful magic under the watchful eyes of everyone and in the image shown in the mirror?
Bang!
The cat-man's silver spear drew a sharp arc, its tip like a venomous snake raising its head, piercing forward with a sharp sound as it tore through the air. The speed and angle of this strike were beyond reason, enough to instantly kill an ordinary LV.5 adventurer.
Roy remained calm, gripping the elven holy sword tightly, and met the attack head-on, striking the silver spear's edge with a clang!
Guns and swords clashed, producing a dull, resounding sound. By now, the two had nearly flattened the area, and neither was in good condition.
Roy's wrist suddenly sank, the blade swung, and precisely struck the gun barrel, causing the fatal stab trajectory to deflect slightly.
scoff!
The cold tip of the spear grazed Roy's demon armor on his chest, the sharp force tearing a faint mark and sending sparks flying.
Roy lunged forward, golden lightning surging from his palm and shooting forward, flashing with intense light, instantly appearing on the cat-man's abdomen.
Things are different now!
The intense threat emanating from that blazing golden lightning was so great that Alan Fromo dared not completely ignore it. He tried to create distance, but it was too late.
boom!
The lightning ball exploded, almost charring the wound on the opponent's chest. The flesh was charred and burned, and the burning pain and the biting cold hit at the same time, causing the cat-man to groan.
Roy's magic power stats are quite impressive; since acquiring the bloodline of the Elven royal family and consuming the Enlightenment Fruit, he has rarely lacked mana.
It doesn't even include the immortal essence, blood, and flesh.
At close range, Roy's spells without chanting are very effective, allowing him to occasionally blast his opponent.
The cat-man even had the urge to curse. This damned magic, how are the other mages supposed to live?!
Despite the excruciating pain, the cat-man used the recoil from the silver spear striking the holy sword to spin rapidly around his left foot, as if pulled by an invisible rope!
hum!
Alan Fromor flipped through the air, launching a fluid counterattack. The nimble silver spear in his hands seemed to come alive, its long shaft resembling a scorpion's barb. With a dull whistling sound, it swept through the air, striking Roy's back with unparalleled precision!
The two collided, producing a heavy, muffled sound that could crack even the steel bones of a high-level adventurer.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!
The excruciating pain gnawed into his mind, but Roy paid no heed. His palm pressed tightly against the other's chest as he continuously unleashed magic. Golden lightning bombarded the area, and violent energy turbulence scattered and impacted, carving another deep crater into the already charred rocks beneath their feet!
The cat-man, covered in dust and grime from the explosion, staggered backward like a miner emerging from a mine.
"hateful!!"
Upon closer inspection, the cat-man's black and gray skin was cracked, blood vessels had burst, and blood was gushing out!
The two of them stood rooted to the spot, completely unmoved!
Everyone in Orario was stunned.
Those two people didn't care about the vicious attacks; they only wanted to inflict more wounds on each other. What grudge could they have against each other to fight like this?
However, it must be said that this kind of hand-to-hand combat, especially between first-level adventurers, is much more exhilarating than matches in underground fighting arenas.
Even if it were free, countless people would be willing to pay to watch it.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
The two were more than ten meters apart, their eyes were tired, they were panting heavily, and their bodies and minds were on the verge of their limits.
Roy said, "Your moves are getting more and more chaotic."
At close range, the effect of Agility decreases, while the importance of Dexterity increases. Alan Fromor's most powerful offensive is to charge like a chariot, maximizing his agility.
That cat-man shouldn't have fought him at close range.
But whenever the other party's magic or Anya is mentioned, this cat-person reacts as if someone has stepped on its tail, its fur standing on end, hissing wildly, and becoming uncontrollably angry.
Alan Fourmer lowered his head, his eyes darting around.
Once he calmed down, he realized that he had no way to defeat Roy except through magic.
"call!"
The cat-man looked up at the sky, letting out a long sigh of relief, as if a burden had been lifted. His expression returned to calm, even indifferent. He slowly raised his silver spear, the tip pointing at Roy, and his flat voice rang out: "I admit, if we continue fighting like this, I will lose—"
Hearing the cat-man's seemingly submissive words, Roy did not relax; his expression became even more serious.
The cat-man's voice rang out again.
"But for the goddess to whom I have pledged my heart and soul, I cannot lose, I cannot allow that person to be humiliated. With the next shot, I will take your life." The cat-man's calm tone contained a chilling killing intent that could freeze one's very bones!
"Golden wheels, silver collar!"
"Hateful love, empty illusion, destiny converges here. Vanish, Golden Wheel, before the ruts crush you!" Alan Fourmer began to chant.
Burn the heavens!
Without the slightest hesitation, Roy raised the elven holy sword, tentatively activating its special effect. It drew upon the surrounding magic energy, unleashing crimson flames that formed a giant dragon that opened its blood-red maw and lunged at its opponent.
Catman's talent for "parallel chanting" is about the same as Roy's; he can only chant and move simultaneously.
Bang!
Allen could only take these two actions: he slammed his silver boots into the ground, the heavy force shattering the earth, and his body staggered backward.
Its agile and slender body, as light as a feather, was blown back dozens of meters by a strong wind, effortlessly dodging the blazing flames.
He no longer needs to attack or defend.
Just run around like this until the incantation is finished, and when the incantation is over, all that will be left on the battlefield are the tracks left by wheels!
It doesn't matter how many enemies there are!
"The glorious whip, the tender lips, the price is paid here. Turn the silver wheel, until the day you lose your life!"
The cat-man's deep voice rang out again.
The Garden of Stars.
The kitten girl Anya stood up in shock, two lines of tears streaming down her face. Before this incident, she had never known that her brother Allen possessed magic.
This magic didn't awaken six years ago after he parted ways with Anya; rather, it was because Alan Fromor would never chant magic in front of her.
The spells of magic originate from the most genuine thoughts in the heart of the awakened one. Once chanted, they will expose one's inner thoughts, which is something he does not want to see.
But at this moment, in order to defeat Roy, he had to use magic as his ultimate trump card.
When the forty-fourth floor was submerged by lava, Alan Fromor also used this magic to lead everyone out. At that time, he tried his best to keep his voice down, not wanting Anya to hear the magic incantation.
But at this moment, through the Mirror of God, every word he said clearly reached everyone's ears. Ordinary people might not be able to understand the meaning of this incantation, but Anya was moved to tears.
"Until death (at that time), carry the goddess's divine will and gallop forth until you hear the song of the wheels (a beautiful dream) on the horizon!" the cat-man continued.
"call!"
Roy's eyes reflected the cat-man's image; the strongest attack was coming, and he might die.
Alan Fromor's magic ranks among the most powerful in the entire Orario.
Its effect is to transform into a war chariot, infinitely increasing its own speed, and at the same time, converting speed into destructive power. Theoretically, as long as the opponent's body can withstand it, the power of this magic has no upper limit.
Once the destructive power accumulates to a certain level, even someone as resilient as Ota can be instantly killed!
What a coincidence!
He also has a skill with no upper limit.
Roy gripped the elven holy sword tightly with both hands, countless fragments of memories flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern, from the first expedition to this incident, old grudges and new hatreds, and his anger towards Freya all came together.
Formed from pure energy, wisps of crimson lines emerged from Roy's wounds, his body enveloped in crimson particle light, similar to a level sublimation, but this power was even more violent and terrifying.
There are two invincible time cards left.
As long as the cards are used, no matter how terrifying Alan Fromor's magic power is, it is estimated that it will be unable to shake the opponent, but Roy insists on ending this battle by himself.
Becoming a top-tier adventurer in the eyes of the people, he was met with respect, admiration, and envy wherever he went, and even he couldn't help but feel a little conceited.
Freya's allure pulled him back to reality!
Come on!
Roy was breathing heavily, gripping the holy sword tightly. The excruciating pain throughout his body stimulated his nerves, but the flames in his eyes burned even more wildly!
Sensing the madness in Roy's heart, the "Adventure" development ability continued to exert its power. If he opened his personal panel at this moment, he could see that the words LV.5 were distorted and vaguely turned into LV.6, in a daze.
"Seriously—"
Roy's momentary hesitation was reflected in the mirror and captured by Astrea and Ryu. They knew that Roy must have had a more reliable way to handle the situation, but he didn't.
Liu smiled wryly. Without her, the vice-captain, by his side, Roy would let himself go.
He truly is a pure adventurer!
A happy yet helpless smile curved Liu Jingzhi's lips. She had really landed herself a very troublesome man, and she would have plenty of trouble in the future.
"Glenize Fromo!"
"Aa ...
As Alan Fourmore finished his chanting and the last note fell, his legs seemed to transform into continuously turning wheels, and his entire being resembled a war chariot galloping across the battlefield.
As the name suggests, it transforms into the unstoppable "Goddess Chariot," racing relentlessly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The speed kept increasing, and even he himself could hardly control it. It was like a giant dragon with a glowing body moving straight forward, and the tracks of the train appeared in an instant.
Wherever it passed, the gale overturned everything!
Dust flies everywhere, mercilessly destroying everything around him. Whenever he casts this spell, he is left alone on the battlefield after it ends. If his teammates do not retreat in advance, they will also be killed!
No upper limit! No discrimination!
The all-consuming chariot of light relentlessly charged toward Roy, continuously increasing its speed and its destructive power with no end in sight.
Orario.
When the gods, adventurers, and people saw the chariot that was Alan Fromor incarnate, their terrifying power made them all break out in a cold sweat for Roy. They stared intently at the Mirror of God, not daring to miss a single moment.
No adventurer, Loki's three leaders, or even Leon Wadenberg at level 7, dared to say they could stop Alan Fromor at this moment.
At this moment, that charging "chariot" almost represents Orario's strongest destructive power.
But to their shock...
The only man on the field, Roy, instead of retreating, advanced towards the chariot that had transformed into a flash of light.
"Is he insane? He'll die!"
The gods and adventurers' expressions changed drastically; they were now convinced that no one could withstand this attack.
Astraea pursed her lips; it was that skill.
Blood for blood, a hundredfold return!
All the damage inflicted at the beginning of the duel converged on the elven holy sword, and its power doubled continuously under Roy's emotional influence.
"Buzzing!" Blood-red threads were wrapped around the slender sword, and the surrounding space was shaking.
boom!!
Boom!!!
Finally, under the horrified gazes of everyone in Orario, the two crossed the desolate land and appeared before each other, and Roy swung his sword.
Two forces, having been brewing to their utmost, collided violently!
There was no sound!
A blinding white light burst forth, engulfing the entire Mirror of God. Everyone was impatient, and the absolute roar, beyond the realm of hearing, silenced all sound!
An energy singularity, indescribable in color and distorting light and space, was born at the impact center, rapidly expanded, and exploded! Immediately afterwards, the doomsday tolling suddenly echoed throughout the world!
Rumble!
A violent storm erupted, with countless golden lightning bolts as thick as buckets tearing through the sky, their roars carrying the annihilation of all things, coalescing into a terrifying pillar of light that devoured all other light! Wherever it passed, space itself groaned and distorted!
The terrifying shockwave, like a destructive tsunami, swept wildly outwards at unimaginable speeds, instantly melting away anything touched by this devastating force—rocks, trees, and everything else!
It was just a fleeting moment!
The colossal mountain that had stood deep within the Orb Mountains for countless years was razed to the ground.
All that remained was a huge, charred, deep crater with edges as smooth as broken glass, as if a giant piece of flesh had been forcibly ripped out of the earth!
The vast city was silent.
Looking at the huge crater shown by the divine mirror, which resembled a meteorite falling and flattening a mountain, not only that, but also caused damage that extended for tens of kilometers, everyone's heart trembled and cold sweat poured down their backs.
Without a doubt, Roy and the cat-man's strongest attacks both reached the LV.8 level!
Guild Master Royman clutched his aching stomach, genuinely relieved that the two humanoid monsters hadn't fought in the city, or the entire city might have been destroyed!
At the bottom of the deep crater at the center of the collision.
Roy and Alan Fromo emerged from the ground, their appearance beyond description as "miserable," barely recognizable as human figures.
The skin was cracked open, and the flesh was a bloody mess.
Needless to say, no armor could withstand such terrifying power; it was reduced to ashes. Alan Fromor, Level One—
The same goes for the armed silver spear.
Roy's elven holy sword was reduced to its hilt.
Fortunately, this piece of equipment can repair itself, otherwise Roy would be heartbroken. However, repairing it will take time, so it can't be used for the time being, and he doesn't have the energy to think about it.
"Why—why are you still alive?!" Alan Fourmer cried out in despair.
Even if Ota had taken that blow head-on, he would have been forced to lie down. And what was that blood-wounded blade of Roy's?
"Oh!"
Roy smirked, shifting his anger from Freya to Alan Fromo, otherwise the power of blood for blood would be even greater.
"Drink!" Alan Fromo forced out his last bit of strength, struggled to his feet, rushed to Roy, and punched the boy in the face.
Bang!
Roy dodged the punch by turning his head away, rushed in front of the cat-man, and slammed a heavy punch into Alan Fromo's face, sending him flying.
Thump! The cat-man landed three or four meters away, his nose bridge was broken, and he could not get up again.
Roy laughed, "Can't get up, can you?"
"insect----"
The cat-man squeezed out two syllables through his teeth, struggling desperately, but all the cells in his body had gone on strike and could no longer provide him with any energy. Even his brain was groggy and he was about to fall into a coma.
Roy said, "Without protection, your gun has lost its sharpness."
His body and mind had both reached their limits, yet he remained standing, while the cat-man lay on the ground—that was the difference. In any battle, once equipment, skills, magic, and everything else are exhausted, what matters most is pure willpower, pushing beyond one's limits.
[Great achievement completed, ready to upgrade to LV.6!]
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