"Damn it!"
Elizabeth's expression changed drastically.
The golden wolf's roar was like a tidal wave crashing against mountains. The stalemate lasted only two seconds before her supersonic waves crumbled like an avalanche.
"Eek!"
The deafening roar struck her head-on, sending her flying over ten ters with a scream.
"What a pity. The difference in mystery ranks is just too great!"
The golden wolf casually picked his ear, raising a mocking smile.
"If a true dragon species ca using breath attack, I'd have to retreat. But a half-blood like you is far too weak!"
Every mber of the werewolf race is a magical beast.
Among this race, only one silver wolf might be born every hundred years. Silver wolves are already fantasy species, possessing various incredible powers. Once born, they beco the leader of the entire werewolf race.
As for golden wolves, one might not appear even in a thousand years. Such existences are gifts from heaven, innate sacred beings, fantasy species among fantasy species. Even silver wolves would kneel in reverence as if eting a god when they see one.
The reason Beow lost to Eiji was firstly because he had never experienced proper battles before. His previous fights were just bullying the weak, never developing a true warrior's heart. His ntality was like an ordinary person's - once suppressed, he would doubt himself, then get beaten into questioning his entire life.
The second reason, the real reason, was that Beow was still too young.
A top-tier fantasy species like him, if grown to his peak, should be comparable to transcendent beings like Fafnir who left their nas in mythology, even matching divine beasts in power!
But he's less than a hundred years old this year. When he mimics humans, he can only transform into a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. In other words, he's still in his growth period, far from reaching his peak!
If Beow reached his peak, not to ntion the Eiji from over two months ago, even the current Eiji would stand no chance. Using Brilliant Light wouldn't work either - Beow has strong recovery abilities.
And even in his growth period, he's not sothing a half-blood dragon like Elizabeth can match.
The breath attack of a half-blood? Completely insignificant!
"What nonsense! You're just abnormally strong!"
Elizabeth stood up from the ground looking quite disheveled, angrily shouting.
"The cries of the weak are truly powerless!"
Beow tilted his head, letting out a contemptuous sigh.
That arrogant, proud appearance was exactly the sa as when he first fought Eiji.
"Calling weak over and over, your personality is terrible! I'm angry!"
Elizabeth's face turned red with rage.
She let out a loud shout, her expression suddenly turning fierce.
Then she raised the spear in her hand high and threw it into the sky.
"Hmm?"
Beow's expression sharpened.
An overwhelming magical fluctuation erupted with Elizabeth at its center.
Suddenly, pink light began flashing.
Centered around her spear, a huge pink magic circle lit up in the sky.
"Co forth, my Čachtice Castle!"
A massive tremor followed, like an earthquake.
The magic circle rapidly expanded, like a universal treasure bag, from which erged a gigantic castle!
"What in the world?"
The golden wolf widened his eyes.
The enormous castle, asuring over a hundred ters in both length and width, had barely appeared before rapidly descending toward the ground!
At this critical mont, Beo suddenly recalled sothing his master had once told him.
"Heroic Spirits generally possess their own Noble Phantasms - those are their ultimate trump cards. Their power is incomparable to normal attacks. Even if their regular attacks are suppressed, activating a Noble Phantasm can instantly turn the tables. Never let your guard down!"
So this is a Noble Phantasm?
"Nobody told it would be sothing this ridiculous!"
The golden wolf's expression changed, and he quickly retreated backward.
Was that massive castle actually summoned?
Regardless, there was no way he could withstand it - he wasn't the Titan god Atlas!
"Master's mother and sister, run quickly!"
Beo shouted as he charged toward the residence.
If that enormous castle ca crashing down, it would surely reduce the entire surrounding area to ruins!
He himself naturally had nothing to fear, but his master's family couldn't possibly withstand such force!
Just then.
In his peripheral vision, a snow-white figure leaped into the air from nearby!
As if stepping on invisible stairs, she effortlessly ascended a hundred ters into the air with just two pushes.
Then, like the mythical giant who held up the sky, she extended both hands.
"BOOM—!"
A trendous roar echoed outward.
The castle falling from the sky t what seed like a heavenly wedge, its descent abruptly slowing.
"Such a thing?!"
Elizabeth was dumbfounded.
"That vampire woman living a few hundred ters away?"
Beo also widened his eyes in shock.
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Since when could vampires do sothing like this?
If they were capable of such feats, fantasy species like him had no reason to exist in this world!
"Ngh...!"
The woman in the sky grunted in pain.
Her pupils glowed with a dim golden light, her face contorted in agony.
"That woman won't last long!"
Beo suddenly realized.
Now's the chance!
The golden werewolf shot out like an arrow from a bow, his claws instantly striking Elizabeth.
Completely stunned by the white vampire princess's display, Elizabeth failed to react in ti and was directly hit by Beo's claws!
"Argh!"
Elizabeth scread in agony.
Her body instantly shattered into pieces, blood and internal organs splattering everywhere as if they cost nothing.
At this critical mont, Beo showed no rcy!
As Elizabeth suffered severe damage, the pink magic circle in the sky simultaneously dimd.
The massive castle dispersed like a mirage, scattering into countless particles of light until only a single spear remained, falling from the sky to embed itself in the ground.
"Whew, that was close!"
Beo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Heroic Spirits' Noble Phantasms are truly absurd. Next ti he encounters one, he can't afford to play around like a cat with a mouse.
His master had taught him that the first step in developing a warrior's heart was to never underestimate any opponent. Yet his natural arrogance made him forget his master's teachings whenever he started fighting.
The woman in the sky also seed to relax, descending by stepping on air as if it were solid ground.
She had used nearly all the ntal capacity currently available to her, fully unleashing the power of Marble Phantasm with the world's support, just to barely withstand that enormous castle.
She felt completely exhausted, as if all her strength had been drained.
"Boom!"
But at that very mont.
A dark figure abruptly charged out!
The short blade in its hand glead coldly under the moonlight, its crimson single eye radiating shocking killing intent. With clear purpose, the blade tip aid straight at Arcueid!
"I've been waiting for you!"
But simultaneously.
A flash of blade light cut through the night sky, sweeping diagonally like an antelope hanging by its horns, blocking his advance from the side!
What a pain
Reviews
All reviews (0)