Chapter 1654: Chapter 502: Divine Artifact [Zeus’s Thunderbolt]_2 Chapter 1654: Chapter 502: Divine Artifact [Zeus’s Thunderbolt]_2 Then there is only one explanation: the spell used external artifacts!
Leonard Churchill saw that he failed to kill his enemy, but far from being surprised, he felt a wave of excitent coursing through him.
It wasn’t just that he hadn’t used his full strength; previously in the Mirrored Space, the Heavenly Dragon Saint hadn’t used his full strength either!
And there was still much hidden.
Such an opponent gave him an indescribably wonderful sensation!
Moreover, the surprise was right in front of him.
Leonard Churchill looked at Chireesa’s transformation into the purple Great Dragon, and upon carefully assessing that pure and dominating Dragon’s Might, he thought to himself: “Could it be…a Pureblood Giant Dragon?”
It was only now that he confird before his eyes was a transford Pureblood Giant Dragon!
Seeing a Pureblood Giant Dragon for the first ti, excitent brimd in Leonard Churchill’s eyes; his entire being was caught in an unprecedented exuberance.
A Pureblood Giant Dragon… That was a mythological species that, ntioned in legends, was born with a high-ranked Life Pattern just like life itself!
He thought it was a big fish, and he was already taking it seriously…
Now it seed it was more likely a great shark!
The Heavenly Dragon Saint of the Holy Church was a Pureblood Giant Dragon, so there was no need to guess; this fellow’s relationship with Dragon God Airel was probably out of the ordinary.
Leonard Churchill was not the slightest bit intimidated by the fact that Chireesa had ties with the Dragon God; his eyes only shone with a surging Fighting Intent.
Since no matter what choice was made it would co to a life-or-death conclusion, then why not thoroughly enjoy this rare experience.
…
Leonard Churchill’s one attempt to kill, and one serious injury, the two encounters in the skirmish ended in re monts.
On the other side, the Purple Dragon Chireesa had transford into spat out a mouthful of old blood, her furious eyes fixed dead on Leonard Churchill and Sophia Jones.
On the other hand, the [Nether Peacock] saw that its life-saving Crying Blood technique failed to gain complete control over the human with the Great Sword, and instead two equally terrifying humans had erged. Although it was a high-tier Hellish Breed, its rank was a great deal lower than the Pureblood Giant Dragon.
Sensing the Dragon’s Might from Chireesa, the [Nether Peacock] didn’t hesitate and flapped its damaged wings to flee into the distance.
Sophia Jones saw this and hesitated for a mont, choosing not to pursue.
The Nether Peacock’s escape was an expected turn of events.
Senior Clinton had said before, once it used Peacock Blood-crying, it would enter a long phase of weakness.
Not to ntion it was uncertain it could kill the humans in front of it, even if it did deplete its last bit of Magical Power, other Beast Lords in the forest would pose a mortal danger.
The original plan, for Sophia Jones to take care of the Nether Peacock and then co back to help Leonard Churchill finish the battle, was entirely sufficient.
But now, looking at Chireesa’s true Great Dragon form, she made an imdiate decision.
Material could always be found later, that injured Peacock likely wouldn’t be able to escape, but the Heavenly Dragon Saint had to be killed today!
…
The gravely wounded [Nether Peacock] flew away.
The others, in shock, finally snapped out of their soul-out-of-body experience.
The scenes in their mories were still of a few monts prior, where they surrounded and attacked the [Nether Peacock].
However, when the current scene once again filtered into their consciousness, everyone’s expressions were stunned.
What happened?
Where’s the Peacock Lord?
When did that purple Great Dragon appear?
What exactly happened just now?
Questions instantly flooded everyone’s minds.
The scene before their eyes felt dream-like, both real and unbelievable at the sa ti.
But reality pulled everyone’s thoughts back.
Madam Mister and that Seventh Rank Vampire, being closest, felt it most palpably.
They guessed the identity of that purple Great Dragon to likely be the Heavenly Dragon Saint, but feeling that domineering Dragon’s Might, both high-tier Vampires’ expressions changed at the sa ti: Could it be a Pureblood Giant Dragon?
And it’s injured?
The two realized, it seed like Leonard Churchill and Sophia Jones together had inflicted serious injury on the Heavenly Dragon Saint?
Madam Mister’s gaze fell upon the figure behind which a Clown Demon God’s Illusion lood, as if just noticing sothing, her pupils shrank violently: “Has he advanced in tier?”
She felt the current Leonard Churchill exuded an unfamiliar aura, his corner of lips outlining an arc that gave off a presence eerily colder than Vampires.
In the distance, Bonnie, Sam, John Charlie, and other Revolutionary Army cadres also sensed the eerie atmosphere of the battlefield.
Although they didn’t understand what had happened, the team’s unspoken understanding had them imdiately realize the target of the battle had changed!
Without any delay, the thods they applied against the Nether Peacock all turned towards that purple dragon.
In that instant, Leonard Churchill had already vanished on the spot.
“Boom!”
Another punch, he slamd it heavily into the body of Chireesa, the dragon.
The threshold of Seventh Tier as a Top-Rank Card Master, the most significant difference after advancent was in the comprehension of Laws; if before, Leonard Churchill’s grasp and understanding of the Universe Laws from tiers 1 to 6 was like holding so fine sand, although plentiful, it would not coalesce into a form; but now, having crossed this threshold of Seventh Tier, his control over the Laws was like turning fine sand into moldable clay.
Before, Leonard Churchill’s attacks were harmless to the Heavenly Dragon Saint, with no threat at all.
However, now, even though Chireesa was in her dragon form, it was still a formidable blow not to be underestimated.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“…”
Before the overturned Vitality and Blood amidst the heavy blows had a chance to settle, Leonard Churchill’s relentless assault left no ti for the enemy to catch a breath.
After one punch, the fists poured down like raindrops.
The Gang Air that Leonard Churchill had accumulated for a long ti had now turned into a storm of punches, heavily falling on the body of the purple dragon.
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