Chapter 543: 545. Golden Light, Cold Air
"I once swore an oath to the gods..."
Hapalos’s fish-like eyes, looked at Cassandra as if he were a fish out of water.
His mouth curled into a smile, but the smile was mocking and contemptuous, directed not at Lann and Cassandra, but at himself.
His forr self.
"I once swore an oath to the gods, I would charge into battle with Demos, even if the target was the realm of Hades, I would never regret it. But now, to be honest, the noble [Hawk Trainer], and the [Son of the Giant God] who doesn’t admit his nobility..."
Hapalos spread his arms wide, while the Roaring Bear Head Badge on Lann’s neck seed to leap as if it were dancing.
"You look like..."
"Just that."
Hapalos whispered, but though his volu remained unchanged, his voice grew rougher!
His simple armor’s leather straps emitted a stretched to the limit ’creak’ sound!
Eventually, a chill emanated from his chest, instantly freezing the leather armor to a brittle crisp, with a continuous ’crack’ sound, the parts connected by leather fell from Hapalos’s body.
"Bloodline Cultivators pursue only the bloodline. I thought you were the noblest beings in this world, the purest bloodline, the continuation of the gods! But now..."
He laughed deeply and maniacally.
"Heh heh, haha! Now, compared to , what do you count as?!"
Hapalos’s body began to grow larger.
He quickly reached approximately two ters five, the sa as Lann, and lines that shimred like golden circuit traces began to appear on his skin, orderly and simple.
However, these golden lines only ford a circle on his exposed chest, not spreading across his whole body.
As his height increased, so did his field of vision, seemingly granting Hapalos endless self-satisfaction.
He spread his arms, clenched his fists, and reveled in the power within his body while displaying this transford body to Cassandra and Lann.
"Look! Look! I am the demigod who inherited the blood of the gods! No... I am already a god!"
"Malaka!"
Cassandra exclaid in surprise, swearing unconsciously, but the broken spear in her hand did not waver.
She was a pious person, but if a mythological figure stood before her wanting a fight, she certainly wouldn’t lower her standards.
That was her style.
Lann on the side frowned gravely, his pupils narrowed into slits.
He was staring at the chest of his opponent.
In the center of the golden lines on Hapalos’s skin, sothing seed embedded in the skin.
Like most Divine Artifacts, golden light erged from there, and intense frost emanated from there as well.
The Roaring Bear Head Badge on his neck reacted sharply as the opponent tore away the obstruction in front of his chest, rapidly increasing the frequency of its movents.
"Local Divine Artifacts interacting with Magic World devices?"
Because of the golden light, Lann couldn’t see what it was, only a vague haze.
But there was no need to insist on clarity now... killing him and extracting it from his chest was just as good!
The only thing certain between both parties was: they both wanted the other dead!
No more words were exchanged.
The first to fly out was a broken spear with a golden blade!
Thrown with Cassandra’s strength, the broken spear almost left a golden streak in the sky!
With a "zing
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