I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means Chapter 1682 - 924: Seizing Control by Force

On the Legendary Battlefield,

Veronica took a few steps back, her gaze fixed intently on the White Bone Cross emitting an eerie glow in Garrison’s hand.

The cross was pieced together from pale white bones, each joint seemingly corroded by evil, its surface covered with fine cracks.

A ghostly green light flickered within the cracks, like flas of death dancing.

Veronica felt a dangerously intense aura rushing towards her, icy cold, as if it could penetrate her soul and freeze her blood.

She instantly realized that the Undead Artifact in Garrison’s hand, made from her severed arm, was no ordinary item.

The dense and ominous Undead aura around the cross was like a tangible black mist, swirling and rolling, as if countless Vengeful Spirits were struggling and roaring within it.

Veronica did not hesitate at all, a flash of decisiveness in her eyes.

A sudden flash of light appeared in her left hand, and a crimson Snake Scale Whip materialized out of thin air.

The long whip, assembled from countless tiny snake scales, each glinted with an eerie luster, as if containing inexplicable power.

With a gentle flick of her wrist, the whip, like a nimble poisonous snake, lashed towards Garrison with a sharp hiss.

As the whip sliced through the air, it left behind afterimages, tearing the air wherever it passed, producing a sharp, explosive noise.

Seeing this, Garrison remained calm and composed, showing no signs of panic.

It seed he had anticipated Veronica’s counterattack and did not directly resist the fierce whip but instead drifted backward like a phantom.

His movents were so swift, like a breeze blowing past, causing Veronica’s whip to miss its target.

Taking this opportunity, Veronica tried to channel her inner Strength to regenerate her right arm.

Her brow furrowed tightly, a pained expression on her face.

However, despite her efforts, there was no response from her right arm.

It was as if it had vanished entirely from her body, unable to recover.

Veronica’s heart sank, and she began to doubt.

Could this be the effect of the White Bone Cross in Garrison’s hand?

But her intuition told her it wasn’t just that.

Her mind quickly flashed through previous scenes, recalling the plan she and Dominic had devised against Garrison.

If it weren’t for so special reason and the benefits Dominic offered being too tempting, she really would have wanted to turn and flee at this mont.

After all, no matter how tempting, one must survive to enjoy it.

The power Garrison concealed had far exceeded her and Dominic’s estimates, and this battle was much more difficult than they had imagined.

But Veronica soon took a deep breath, made up her mind, and decided to give it her all.

The long whip in her hand suddenly beca much more sinister.

The once nimble whip now seed to be imbued with life, twisting and contorting in the air, as agile as a snake flicking its tongue.

The snake scales on the whip shimred with a witching glow, and with every lash, carried great power as it struck fiercely at Garrison.

Faced with Veronica’s aggressive attack, Garrison did not opt for a head-on clash.

In their earlier exchange, he sensed an unusual aura.

His eyes glead as countless Bone Shields appeared out of nowhere, standing solidly in front of him like walls.

These shields were ford from pale bones, their surfaces glowing chillingly, as if whispering endless tales of death.

The whip struck the shields like lightning, producing resounding booms.

Bone ash scattered from the shields, forming a hazy mist in the air.

The Snake Scale Whip in Veronica’s hand shimred with crimson light each ti it struck, giving Garrison a sense of extre danger.

This threat seed to target not just his physical body but directly at the Soul Fire within his soul’s depths.

Could it cause direct harm to the soul?

Garrison pondered silently, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes.

He knew well the importance of the Soul Fire; it was the essence of the Undead’s existence.

If damaged, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Even as a Legendary Witch Demon, he had the sa limitations.

Then, with a wave of his right hand, several skeletons, burning with ghastly green Undead Fire, appeared around him out of thin air.

The eerie flas danced in their hollow eye sockets, exuding a chilling aura.

Like mad beasts, they hurled themselves at Veronica’s whip, trying to block her attacks with their burning Soul Fire.

Seeing this, Veronica’s expression grew heavy.

She bit her lip hard, wielding her whip with even more rigorous force, slashing it towards the skeletons as if it were a sharp blade.

Each strike scattered the raging Soul Fire on the skeletons.

The skeletons let out wretched screams, their bodies shattering into fragnts of bone.

However, in the clash with the skeletons, so snake scales on the whip began to shatter, leaving it slightly damaged.

Seeing this, Garrison’s lips curved slightly, revealing a faint, almost imperceptible cold smile.

He flickered like a phantom, engaging in a lee with Veronica.

In the fight, he deftly maneuvered, sotis using the Bone Shields to block the whip’s attacks, and at other tis summoning more Undead Creatures to harass Veronica.