Chapter 853: Chapter 658: Whoever Wants to Be a Dragon Knight, Please Raise Your Hand_2
“He is both the whip urging to enhance my power and the scythe that harvests the fruits. From that mont, I realized that to defeat you, to hurt you, relying solely on my own strength is far from enough!”
“I need the power of other worlds!”
The Silver Dragon was about to say sothing, but at that mont, the wound on her forehead suddenly expanded, and chaotic energy began surging from within.
Roger detected waves that entirely did not belong to this world.
“The struggles of an ant—how many tis can you still unleash the sa attack?”
“This is the only attack with which I can harm you, but it’s enough!”
The Sword Master Cold Crow chuckled carefreely. At the sa ti, the white figure gradually dissipated.
“Explode!”
With a cold shout, the wound on the Silver Dragon’s forehead expanded, and then her enormous dragon head exploded thunderously!
“I know I can’t kill you, but I also know how to wound you so gravely that you’ll never recover!”
“You deprived of my freedom; I can deprive you of yours!”
“The Everworld is like a cage—you’ve grown accustod to the loneliness within it through endless ages!”
“Despair, Hillrenes!”
Deep beneath the ground, Roger felt everything transpiring in the sky while trying to deduce the actions of Sword Master Cold Crow in his mind.
Clearly, he had speculated about so of the Silver Dragon’s motives and understood the formidable opponent he was about to face.
The odds of slaying the dragon and escaping its bindings were slim, but it was the only hope—and no matter how faint, it couldn’t be extinguished.
Even knowing full well the outco, Sword Master Cold Crow still marched forth without hesitation.
Twenty years ago, he had fought successive battles against Higurashi Gushan and the Tengu Divine Master; he was far less powerful back then than he was now.
The grudge and conflict between him and the Tengu Divine Master were intricate. Roger didn’t want to delve into them, but it seed that it was from that ti onward that Sword Master Cold Crow began accumulating power.
He discovered sothing beneath Hankawa resembling a fragnt of the Shadow World. But at his current level, he was unable to fully harness the energy within it.
So he settled for converting and guiding it instead.
Like a fuse and gunpowder.
But if his strength sufficed to rival the Silver Dragon, then what followed wouldn’t occur. And if Silver Dragon consud the Black Moon, it would trigger the dinsional energy he had hidden beneath Hankawa.
This would then serve as the coordinate to unleash the final counterattack.
As for the result, he likely foresaw it long ago. But before delivering that ultimate strike, he needed to constantly remind himself that it would succeed.
Roger also speculated that his own appearance might have been an unexpected variable. This opened a new possibility for Sword Master Cold Crow.
Transferring his consciousness into a new body and unleashing it during the final duel, channeling all his power through the Black Moon into the Silver Dragon’s dragon body and culminating in the last counterblow.
If fortunate, he might even use the new body to escape.
Even if it ant losing all his power, it wouldn’t be completely unacceptable for Sword Master Cold Crow. Of course, this involved many uncertainties.
But to a gambler ready to stake everything, no chance would be left untaken.
Roger’s sudden eruption, however, completely disrupted Sword Master Cold Crow’s plans. Coupled with the Silver Dragon’s abrupt arrival, it pushed him into a dead end.
The dragon head blasted apart; at this point, it was no longer pure energy. Blood rained down, and dragon scales sared across the entire space.
“Is this the only way to harm the Fifth-Tier creature’s true body?”
Roger muttered, yet despite such horrific wounds, the injuries to the dragon’s head began healing rapidly after just a few breaths. The surrounding space trembled.
Evidently, immortality did not an invulnerability; perhaps their so-called immortality ca at a certain cost.
The Silver Dragon’s injuries healed completely soon after, but the gaping hole on her forehead showed no sign of nding.
A pair of slender arms stretched out from the gap, followed by a beautiful face frad by silver hair.
Exquisite and flawless.
Objectively speaking, this was the most perfect woman Roger had ever seen.
True perfection—both her appearance and her figure were unparalleled. Even unclothed, she wouldn’t inspire any impure thoughts.
Roger’s gaze lingered over every inch of her skin, the extre beauty and power etched deeply into his mind.
Reluctantly, he withdrew his gaze.
At this mont, Roger finally understood why many n pursued becoming Dragon Knights so relentlessly.
Who wouldn’t want to ride such a dragon?
Still, he knew it was ti for him to leave. Even though the Silver Dragon was gravely injured, it was unlikely there’d be a chance for him to profit from her misery.
For power beyond the Fifth Tier, he had no grasp whatsoever. It wasn’t rely an accumulation of strength; it required transcending certain boundaries to level with the opponent.
Such battles above this tier might not rely on technique or brute force anymore.
“Damn it!”
“You ant—you disgusting bug!”
Behind the woman, tendrils of light connected her to the Silver Dragon. But shortly after, the massive dragon form shuddered; the entire Silver Dragon transford into streams of light and vanished, leaving behind a set of shimring silver armor on the woman’s body!
“How dare you… Why is there a fragnt of the Abyss here? Wait—there’s also demonic energy mixed in. And how does he know my na?!”
The woman let out a roar of rage, but her aura surged; bloodshot veins flickered in her eyes.
It was clear that, despite her seemingly composed deanor, the Sword Master Cold Crow’s ultimate blow had indeed taken its toll on her body.
Perhaps, as he claid, this woman would never have the chance to recover from her injuries.
Roger couldn’t help but wonder: was the Tengu Divine Master’s transformation of the Everworld part of Sword Master Cold Crow’s plan too?
Blackness invaded, turning Everworld into Eternal Darkness—could this impact the Silver Dragon’s restoration?
He had waited for years, all to seize the right mont.
Truly chilling to contemplate.
Even now, many of Sword Master Cold Crow’s sches remained unfathomable to Roger. Gazing at the raging Silver Dragon in the sky, Roger activated the Shadow’s Touch ability, preparing to leave.
But just at that mont, an energy surged abruptly beside him, triggering a chain reaction.
From point to line, line to plane, and then expanding across the entire space.
Hiss!
A dreadful force of pull resonated from the void; countless energies converged, winds and clouds roiling.
Even Roger, deep underground, was thoroughly affected as the earth split apart, ejecting him from the soil.
And then, he saw the source of it all.
The Sword of Destiny.
Except now, the Sword of Destiny looked utterly transford, flooded by overwhelming energy—the energy that once belonged to Sword Master Cold Crow.
Just monts ago, the Silver Dragon devoured the Sword Master Cold Crow’s avatar, the Black Moon. But this beca the catalyst for Sword Master Cold Crow’s final strike.
Exploding the dragon’s head—naturally, Hillrenes was incapable of reabsorbing that fragnt of energy. But what shocked Roger was…
Why was this energy converging upon the Sword of Destiny in his hand?
Consciousness!
It was Sword Master Cold Crow’s consciousness.
While escaping Roger’s consciousness space, lacking a vessel to contain it, Sword Master Cold Crow had no choice but to shatter his own consciousness, paying a steep price to flee through the cracks.
Not long ago, Sword Master Cold Crow had sacrificed himself for the final blow, exhausting everything to grievously wound the Silver Dragon and trap her forever in the Everworld.
Now, sensing the trace of consciousness lingering in Roger, this energy instinctively fused toward him, thereby triggering the earlier anomaly.
Staring at the transford Sword of Destiny, Roger raised his head and noticed the stunned expression of Hillrenes.
“You’re not dead yet?!”
Hillrenes seethed with rage.
Roger opened his mouth, “I’m not who you think I am—I was just passing by.”
Hillrenes: “How do you know who I’m talking about?”
Roger blinked a few tis. At that mont, he suddenly felt the urge to curse.
That old bastard—did he outwit after all?
Although I too dream of being a Dragon Knight, now is not the ti…
Ti to flee, ti to flee.
Roger had no intention of fighting.
But unfortunately, so things didn’t shift according to his will, as at that mont, the furious Hillrenes had already descended upon Roger with devastating force!
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