??Chapter 1233: 618 Lord of the Rainbow Light (4000)
Chapter 1233: 618 Lord of the Rainbow Light (4000)
Core Basin, north, overflow from two mountain peaks in the northeast and northwest.
One by one, the top warriors from the Transcendental Realm charged over, their bodies covered with roiling, boiling Source Energy auras that shone like torches in the darkness. Figures clad in grey fitted combat suits leaped agilely among the craggy rocks, each chest proudly bearing a silver Cross Sword badge. Their hands emanated light as they clashed with the mbers of the Door Organization.
On another front, a Knight Troop decked out in complete Armor charged recklessly through the fray. It seed that thanks to the power of a Source Energy User, each Steel Knight had a phantasmal, towering War horse between their legs. The horses, orderly and disciplined, clustered together to form a surging charge.
mbers of the Door Organization, cloaked in Black Cloaks, rushed from all directions, their speed incredibly fast. They collided instantly with the Steel Knight flood, tangling together into a silver and black Vortex.
Within this bloody Battle Vortex, people were continuously killed.
“I’ve waited for this day for so long, so long, so long!”
“Thrilling, truly thrilling! Hahahahaha…”
The young man’s manic laughter rose on the Battlefield, filled with unbridled joy. A dense array of silver slicing threads flew out, above the battlefield forming a steel spider’s web. Fingers in black fingerless Gloves flicked a single thread lightly, and the entire web vibrated intensely. The cutting and piercing power of the Gale and Heavy rain lines infused!
“Die! Die!”
“I am Amos, Grim Reaper Amos!”
“Rember my na, and then go to Hell!”
In mid-air, the youth in a black and white suit sharply brought his fingers together.
With a “whoosh”, the steel threads sliced together, and the figures of many Door Organization mbers caught in the spider’s web scread. Limbs flew, heads soared with spurting blood, and twitching hands and feet were everywhere.
Whoosh… a Black Cloak silhouette stepped through the Corpse Mountain and sea of blood.
At this mont, Amos felt unparalleled joy, he harbored a distinct hatred for the Door Organization, even more so than the other Senior levels of the Black chanism.
The resentnt from being tornted by Experints had to be repaid in full today!
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a silhouette rushed at great speed from the darkness in the distance. Shooting toward Amos like a Shell, it abruptly separated with a loud bang.
The figure retreated three steps backward, while Amos stumbled back more than ten steps, his numbed palm trembling slightly. He fixed his gaze forward to see.
Opposite him was an extrely savage Muscle Monster. The creature stood over two ters tall, with chunks of Muscles squirming and pressing against each other, so potent that it almost induced nausea. Most of his skin was exposed, save for a black leather thong around his loins, making him appear like a muscle exhibitionist who loved flaunting his physique. At the exhibitionist’s neck, ankles, and wrists, he wore collar-like studded leather bands.
Door Organization’s sixth King, the dark Sculpture Zabi.
Standing on firm ground, he looked over the mangled Corpses of Door Organization mbers without a hint of pity or anger. Instead, the next mont, a cruel yet pleased smile erged on his face, muscles bulging with pleasure.
“I can taste death, how wonderful — mmm~”
Zabi took a deep breath of the blood-scented Air, a suspicious blush tinting his face. He even lifted his large palm as if to reach downward. But ultimately, this was a Battlefield, and Zabi couldn’t go too far. There would be ti to savor the victory after slaughtering his opponent!
“You little ghost, I’ll twist off your head and use it directly!”
Zabi let out a cruel and bizarre laugh, like an owl hooting in the deep woods at night. He stomped on the ground, and with a boom, his Sculpture-like towering figure instantly appeared before Amos. Packed with Spirit Strength, his punch thundered towards Amos, colliding with the dense threads!
Clang, clang, clang, clang…
On another front, Golden Sunlight Andrea, Skeleton Knight, and Python Knight each faced their own foes. They fought their way through the Door Organization’s defenses and, after killing a double-digit number of mbers, were stopped by the Organization’s Steel Knights! Three localized Battlefields were the sites of trendous Destruction.
Anyone attempting to approach would be torn apart by the remnants of battle!
Midway up the mountain, Python Knight’s Scales Armor writhed rapidly in the moonlight, resembling a steel Snake from a distance. His iron whip, thick as an adult’s forearm, whistled through the Air, tearing it apart with every strike, leaving a black line that exploded violently on the ground.
And across from him, a towering golden lion stood proudly atop a Boulder. Closer inspection revealed that the golden lion was a will-made Phantasm of Spirit, with a wild Blond Hair silhouette inside. Wrapped in leopard skin, with primal eyes, his figure barely shifted before pouncing down!
The struggle between the Python and the Lion!
The battle at Skeleton Knight’s end was just as fierce. His alabaster skeleton hands wielded a sinister bone sword, green ghostly Ghost fire seeming to burn beneath his helt. And facing him was the third King in a fighting stance with a surging whale tail Phantasm of rage forming behind him!
Golden Sunlight Andrea faced off against the first King, completely overwheld in Montum. The first King wasn’t a brute in stature, but instead was tall and slim, draped in a black leather Overcoat. As terrifying Aura was released, the hem of his Overcoat and his silver hair flailed wildly, and the Copper Ring at his collar jangled aggressively.
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