RPAGF Chapter 172 Black Dog, Could it be that person?
Chapter 172 Black Dog, Could it be that person?
The guard wielding the bone scythe was not an isolated individual.
The sight of those skeletons in Lu Yan's field of vision was enough to make anyone's sanity plummet.
A deformed aggregate formed by the forced compression of hundreds of broken, furious souls.
These freaks were monsters created by crudely mixing the souls of the fallen Knights of the Round Table together like mud.
"Relieve joint pain," Lu Yan's command rang out in the channel.
Xiao Qianyu took the lead, her Dragon King Halberd drawing a straight golden line in the dim light, aiming directly at the guard's right wrist, which was tightly gripping the bone sickle.
Just before the spear tip touched the bone, the guard looked up.
On that blank, skeletal face, dozens of faces contorted in extreme pain suddenly appeared.
They all opened their mouths, and their silent screams transformed into tangible steel needles, piercing straight into everyone's minds.
Xiao Qianyu's forward momentum suddenly froze, as if a rusty saw had been inserted deep into the depths of her brain, being frantically pulled back and forth.
She was forced to let out a muffled groan, her gunshot momentum faltered, and she retreated rapidly.
"Mental pollution!"
Zhao Lei roared and slammed his two shields down in front of him, only to find that his proud earth power was useless here, and the sticky flesh under his feet could not provide him with any support.
An invisible wave of resentment swept over him, and he felt a roar in his head, and warm blood flowed from his nasal cavity.
This unreasonable superposition of souls completely exceeds the scope of conventional physical defense.
"Get out of here!"
Lin Chuxue bit her tongue, forcing herself to stay awake through the excruciating pain. A torrent of crimson flames erupted from her palms; these flames, designed to attack the soul, should have been the absolute nemesis of vengeful spirits.
However, the moment the blood flames touched the guard's body, they were devoured by the layers of vengeful knights' spirits, becoming their nourishment.
The remnants of hundreds of S-rank awakened individuals, through sheer numbers, completely exhausted Lin Chuxue's wave of magic.
"Useless!" Wen Yue pulled the trigger repeatedly from behind, and the high-explosive grenades exploded on the guard's body, creating clouds of smoke and fire, but only shattering a few pieces of bone that were insignificant.
At the wound, new bone, driven by the power of the soul, is wriggling and regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This Frankenstein's monster seems to have noticed the most powerful magic-based class.
It abandoned its melee harassment, its entire upper body leaning back at an odd angle, its spine emitting a teeth-grinding grinding sound.
In the very center of the chest cavity, a narrow, vertical slit slowly opened, within which churned a viscous, gray, deathly mist.
"First Snow, retreat!" Lu Yan shouted sternly.
The alarm mechanism of the Void Disk is now blindingly red.
But it was too late.
Through the gap, countless pained faces simultaneously locked onto Lin Chuxue.
The moment their eyes met, the space around her seemed to be filled with cement, a layer of gray and desolate domain pinning her firmly to the spot, draining away even the strength to lift her staff.
Soul siphon.
A gray beam of light, impossible to dodge and ignoring any conventional shields, burst forth from the vertical crack, its target the imprisoned blood mage.
Once she is grazed, all her life force and even her soul will be completely drained, turning her into a new piece of the puzzle inside this Frankenstein's monster.
Su Yunqing's healing light chains surged wildly, but shattered inch by inch the moment they touched the gray light, turning into dust.
There was no way to avoid it; the dead end was already set.
"Don't touch her!"
A roar, suppressed to the extreme, exploded from the ground.
Shen Xinglin moved.
This guardian knight is always silent and unassuming in the team.
Without using any fancy movement techniques, he completely abandoned defense, channeling all his power into his legs, transforming himself into a ruthless meteor, crashing into the desolate, sealed-off area, resolutely standing in front of Lin Chuxue.
He held the "Ever-Changing" lance horizontally with one hand, his mind flashing with images of the sandstorms beyond the Great Wall and countless times he had fought side by side with his comrades.
"Uphold the oath!"
Click.
A crisp click of the mechanism engaging rang out from inside the gun.
This weapon, which had only ever demonstrated its mimicry capabilities, underwent complete disintegration. Countless metal components hovered in the air, reassembled, and burst forth with dazzling golden light.
A giant, semi-transparent light shield took shape in front of Shen Xinglin.
That's not the cross-shaped shield commonly used by European knights.
On the shield surface flow ancient, vast, and awe-inspiring lines—the giant axe of Pangu that separated heaven and earth, the glow of Nuwa refining stones to mend the sky, and the dragon and phoenix totems churning and roaring above the clouds!
The aura of ancient Chinese gods spread unchecked in this filthy foreign land!
The deadly gray beam slammed into the light shield.
There was no earth-shattering noise, only a sickeningly sweet melting sound.
The ancient totem power, like a red-hot blade, cut into rotten butter, forcefully splitting the arrogant soul siphon in two!
The gray light was quickly purified and decomposed, turning into harmless particles that dissipated into the air.
Light Shield did not stop at defense.
After it absorbed all the energy from the gray light, the Chinese totem on the shield shone brightly, and a powerful backlash, like a tidal wave, crashed back along the original path!
"ah--!"
Hundreds of broken knight souls simultaneously let out the most mournful howls of their lives. This bloodline suppression from the source of mythology was a dimensional attack far beyond their comprehension!
The Frankenstein's massive skeletal body could no longer maintain its stability and crumbled inch by inch under the impact of the golden light.
Bones scattered like rain.
In mid-air, only a heart-sized aggregate remained.
It was the core of countless broken badges of the Knights of the Round Table that had been melted down and re-coagulated, still covered with disgusting flesh and blood, and pulsating extremely erratically.
"puff--"
Shen Xinglin slammed one knee heavily onto the ground. His heavy armor could no longer withstand the force of the impact and shattered into pieces. Horrifying blood seeped from all seven orifices at the same time.
That attack just now drained him of all his strength.
But he was panting heavily when he raised his head and pointed a bloodied finger at the still-beating core in mid-air.
"That's his core area, attack that place quickly!"
Lin Chuxue stared blankly at the back of the figure blocking her way, then hurriedly helped him up, her heart filled with anxiety.
"Shen Xinglin!"
Su Yunqing, her face flushed, gritted her teeth and continued to unleash her healing spell.
But the hideous wound healed extremely slowly.
The backlash was too severe.
"Qianyu! Wenyue!" Su Yunqing's voice was choked with sobs and murderous intent, "Kill it!"
She didn't need to shout.
As soon as Shen Xinglin finished speaking, Xiao Qianyu and Wen Yue had already moved.
A golden bolt of lightning flashed, and the blade of the Dragon King's Halberd pierced straight for that filthy heart!
However, at that moment...
Below, amidst a mountain of scattered bones, a sharp rib suddenly sprang up without warning!
It was silent yet incredibly fast, almost piercing through space, striking first despite being behind, and aimed directly at Shen Xinglin's most seriously injured heart!
Su Yunqing didn't even have time to react; she could only watch helplessly as the deadly bone spur drew ever closer.
Finished!
At the critical moment.
A dark shadow suddenly tore a hole in the void of clouds and escaped!
It was a black dog.
It wasn't particularly large, but its body emanated a visible aura of violence and ferocity, and it moved with ease, its four feet seemingly treading on flat ground.
What's most chilling is that it was holding half a broken gun blade tightly in its mouth.
The spearhead was ancient and domineering in design, with three sharp edges. Even though it was broken, it still exuded an unparalleled power to slay gods and demons!
"clang!"
A crisp, metallic clang resounded within this lifeless stomach.
With a flick of its head, the black dog effortlessly deflected the potentially fatal bone spur with the half-gun blade in its mouth.
After doing all this, it slowly landed, its four paws firmly planted beside Shen Xinglin. Its pair of bronze bell-like beast eyes coldly swept across the entire scene, finally landing on Lu Yan.
His gaze was like that of a king's attendant.
Lu Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.
This is no ordinary creature from a secret realm.
This dog, this broken gun blade...
A celestial hound? A three-pointed double-edged sword?!
Why are Yang Jian's divine weapons and mythical beasts appearing here?
Could it be that he came too?