Capítulo 1346: Chapter 1344: Outmatched?
The Gray Mist turned its head, looking at Richard. Compared to the previous anger, at this mont its expression seed a bit calr.
After all, as the saying goes, no matter how great the hatred, when a person dies, it’s over.
The Gray Mist has died six tis, and almost all of its hatred has dispersed… Obviously, that’s impossible… Actually, it’s the extre counteracting itself, because at the limit of hatred, the Gray Mist isn’t in a hurry to take revenge quickly, but thinks more about torturing Richard little by little.
“Cough, cough…”
The Gray Mist coughed lightly twice, raised its eyelids, and stared quietly at Richard.
Richard frowned, locking eyes with the Gray Mist, his four energy furnaces constantly operating, ready to go all out.
“Well, you know, I really thought you couldn’t possibly kill independently three tis—particularly on the basis that I’ve already died three tis, kill independently three tis—as I said, with every death, I grow stronger.” The Gray Mist spoke, slowly looking at Richard, “In this regard, I underestimated you, I should apologize.”
As it spoke, the Gray Mist indeed bent down slightly, then continued, “You are better than I imagined. Previously, I simply considered you a damned traitor, wanting to kill you to solve everything. Now, you’re still damned, and still a traitor, but I’m not that hurried to kill you—I’d like to learn more about you, as I find you holding quite a few secrets.
Just now, the thing you used to kill the sixth ti was very unusual, with my knowledge I couldn’t even recognize what it was. And I could feel that the destructive power of that thing was terrifying; if you could release ten or dozens of them simultaneously, perhaps nothing in the world could remain intact.”
At this point, the Gray Mist seed to think of sothing, its eyebrows twitched as it speculated, “By the way, was Pompeii destroyed because you used this thing? It’s quite possible… No wonder…”
Listening to the Gray Mist’s words, Richard remained silent, saying nothing.
The Gray Mist didn’t mind, paused and said, “I think, maybe I should find a way to control you better. If successful, first extract the mory from your brain using a spell, to see how you obtained this thing, and then…”
As it spoke, the Gray Mist’s gaze fell on the energy furnaces within Richard’s body.
“Then I’ll dig out those four creations of Ancient Wizard Civilization from your body, let them get better use, and lastly kill you.”
“Is that so?” Richard finally spoke, looking at the Gray Mist, “Then do you know what I’m thinking now?”
“What?”
“Take a guess.”
Gray Mist: “…”
Actually, Richard’s thought was simple: the spell’s electromagnetic pulse effect from the nuclear weapon had been verified, the Gray Mist couldn’t be unaffected. Because the reason it could resurrect successfully again might be due to the magic electromagnetic pulse’s power not being large enough, though it hurt the soul, it did not completely shatter it, only causing so ntal fatigue.
In that case, throwing a few more tactical nuclear weapons at the opponent would surely kill it. Although it’s sowhat wasteful, the situation has reached this point, abandoning now due to high sunk costs seems unreasonable, better to keep going as originally planned.
Then let’s keep going.
Richard’s gaze fird.
“Actually, you still want to kill , right?” The Gray Mist spoke at this mont, seeming to see through Richard’s thoughts, “But I must repeat: every ti you kill , I unlock a seal, becoming stronger. So, persisting in your thoughts may just help , leading to a result you absolutely don’t want to see.”
“But why do I feel like when you say this, you’re sowhat guilty?” Richard said, “You’ve already resurrected six tis, next ti will be the seventh. ‘Seven’ is undoubtedly a special number, having a complete aning in many places. Perhaps the seventh death ans your end, your so-called ‘immortality,’ at the seventh will reach its limit… Then if I kill you once more, maybe you really can’t resurrect.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’d like to try.”
“Then go ahead.” The Gray Mist beckoned, expression calm without a trace of panic.
“Alright.” Without further ado, Richard, once decided, quickly approached the Gray Mist.
As he got close to the Gray Mist, Gray Mist suddenly punched, causing energy waves within dozens of ters around, and the fist itself seed like a black hole, drawing all energy to explode.
Seeing this, Richard dared not take it head-on, decisively twisted his body, using Void Transfer to move to the Gray Mist’s side.
Then he slapped down his hands, with a “splash,” a familiar Blood-colored Energy Pillar stood up, the Blood Power Extraordinary Factor quickly restrained the Gray Mist.
Then Richard swept his hands wide, the air surged, an Air Wall arose, forming a second transparent pyramid.
Turning his head, he shouted at the Alliance people, “Close your eyes,” Richard took out the tactical nuclear weapon knife No. 12—gently caressed, activated, and threw it into the pyramid, sealed the top completely like before, and quickly moved away.
“Boom!”
Next, just like last ti, a mushroom cloud rose, the blue light of the spell’s electromagnetic pulse flashed, the battlefield engaged in chaos again, and the Gray Mist evaporated on the spot.
Waiting.
Richard waited with sowhat complex emotions.
After about ten seconds, a pool of solidified lava split open, gray mist floated out, forming the Gray Mist’s body.
The Gray Mist resurrected for the seventh ti!
Compared to last ti, this ti the Gray Mist beca even calr, even showing a smile. Looking at Richard, it shrugged and said, “See, your attempt was aningless, just proving your error.”
Richard didn’t respond, just frowned and approached the Gray Mist again, erected the pyramid, and detonated another tactical nuclear weapon.
Boom!
Gray Mist died the eighth ti.
Then Gray Mist revived the eighth ti.
Richard charged again.
Boom!
Gray Mist died the ninth ti.
Gray Mist revived the ninth ti.
Boom!
The tenth, eleventh…
After another tactical nuclear weapon detonated and the Gray Mist successfully resurrected the twelfth ti, the entire field was covered in low pressure, nearly all the Alliance people gave birth to a despairing thought: could it be… Gray Mist really couldn’t be killed?
Richard looked at the Gray Mist, who despite having no change other than ntal fatigue, squinted his eyes.
Twelve tis!
It’s revived twelve tis! Going on like this, the stock of tactical nuclear weapons is running out… Most importantly, the Gray Mist really has nothing wrong, these losses are quite substantial.
Yet at this point, saying more is useless, better to try once more.
Maybe the twelfth ti is the true limit for the Gray Mist?
“Snap!”
With a step forward, Richard rushed towards Gray Mist.
The next mont, the Gray Mist stepped down, eting him.
The Gray Mist’s speed reached its limit, appearing before Richard in a blink, and then threw a very simple, very ordinary punch.
Richard tried to block, but the Gray Mist was quicker, hitting him first.
“Bang!”
Richard flew backward, retreating tens of ters in the air before stopping—this ti he was truly hit, the Void Magic didn’t even have ti to escape, barely allowing energy to shield on the skin surface.
Richard’s face turned grave, glancing at the Gray Mist, realizing the opponent resurrected twelve tis is now extrely terrifying—as the opponent said, with each death, unlocking a seal, becoming stronger.
If it was just a single ti, it wouldn’t be a big deal, but twelve tis in succession is quite scary.
Even if it’s only a small increase, twelve tis has caused a qualitative change.
This is exponential power.
If the Gray Mist strengthens its power by just ten percent each resurrection, the twelfth power of 1.1 becos more than 3.1, hence tripling the initial strength.
And the increase isn’t just ten percent, the power aspect is thirty percent, the twelfth power of 1.3 becos more than 23.2—twenty tis the initial strength.
If you count the Gray Mist’s speed, power, response, energy control altogether, comprehensively enhancing strength perhaps by forty percent, the twelfth power of 1.4 becos more than 56.6—that’s more than fifty tis the strength increase.
How to fight this?
How to fight?
The next mont, the Gray Mist gave the answer.
Just get hit!
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The Gray Mist swung its fists, not even bothering to control the energy, just purely physical attacks, and even a single punch possessed the power to kill a Level 4 Wizard.
Richard dared not resist, raising alertness, quickly employing Void Magic for evasive action, watching his figure constantly vanish and reappear.
At this mont he indeed dared not confront the Gray Mist head-on, only tried to stall it, although obviously not a long-term solution, while dodging, he furrowed his brows.
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