Chapter 1034: Chapter 101 I Want to Beat You All to Death, or Be Beaten to Death by You All!_2
“?”
An enormous question mark sprang up in Luo En’s mind, and he silently complained internally.
What kind of strange request is this? Did the Fire Cloud Evil God get discharged?
Suppressing the doubt that had welled up in his heart, Luo En frowned and asked:
“So what about my people? Are they all dead at your hands?”
“I am a warrior, not an executioner, and have no interest in trampling the weak. Only the stronger have the right to die by my spear!”
The woman shook her head with a smile, her tone full of arrogance.
Hearing the answer, Luo En let out a small sigh of relief and continued to ask:
“If I may ask, have you seen a woman who looks just like you? Her na is Scadi, an old friend of mine.”
“Are you talking about her?”
The woman thought for a mont and casually comnted,
“She was a decent opponent. Her achievents in magic and archery could rank among the top of the Chief Gods, but unfortunately, compared to , she’s still a bit lacking.”
Then, the woman took a Rune Stone engraved with Lun Runes from the Magic Circle Diagram and tossed it in her hand:
“So, this belongs to you, right? It seems like you’re stronger than her, otherwise, she wouldn’t have tried to seek your help with this thing right after her defeat.”
Seeing the layers of cracks on the surface of the Rune Stone, Luo En felt a heaviness in his heart:
“How is she?”
“Want to know? Beat , and I’ll tell you!”
As soon as the words fell, the woman let out a cold laugh, and the divine power within her erupted. She advanced at an astonishing speed, like a salmon leaping out of water, her two magic spears striking towards Luo En’s throat and heart.
This crazy woman!
Luo En cursed silently, and facing the ferocious onslaught, he decisively drew the Fiery Fla Demon Sword, swinging out a dazzling fla.
The edge of the sword collided with the spear tips, the hot wave extinguishing the purple-red spear light, sending the woman reeling back.
Feeling the powerful divine aura attached to the sword’s edge, the woman barely landed and displayed an unparalleled excitent on her face:
“Not bad. Having walked for so long, I finally t a fitting opponent! Co, let’s fight!”
A red light burst forth from the woman’s hand like red thunder piercing the sky, instantly splitting in mid-air and multiplying into thousands, forming a forest of inverted thorns, joining together in a fleeting mont and hurling down towards Luo En.
With a thought, Luo En activated the divine incarnation of the [Warrior], which flooded him with endless combat skills. The blazing Fiery Fla Demon Sword precisely pierced into a node within the forest.
Accompanied by the screeching clash of tals, a golden and purple tide of magic power surged in the sky. The descending thorny forest shattered layer by layer, the countless shadows rging into one, morphing back into a crimson spear that flew back to the woman’s hand.
Seeing her opponent easily handle her spear technique, the excitent on the woman’s face grew even more intense. Her blazing eyes looked at Luo En as if examining a rare treasure.
Perceiving that her fighting spirit not only hadn’t diminished, and instead her magic power and divinity were constantly rising, Luo En earnestly advised:
“You’re not my match. If we continue fighting, I can’t guarantee your safety.”
“Isn’t that even better?”
The woman laughed loudly, her emotions growing more fervent,
“Finding soone who can defeat and kill is precisely the purpose of my journey! Man, let see if you have what it takes!”
The divine light flowed from the female warrior’s body, transforming into a heavy stone door that slowly opened, enveloping the surroundings in a shadowy world of chilling gray, like a thick deathly aura suffusing the air.
So it was her!
The Queen of the Shadow Country from Celtic-Irish Mythology—Scatha!
Luo En gazed at the magic realm enveloped in shadows around him and the purple-haired female warrior in the mist of unleashed divinity, feeling a headache coming on.
According to Celtic-Irish mythology, there is a place called the [Shadow Country] in the [Otherworld], located across the sea from Ireland in the Britain region. It is ho to departed souls and mythical creatures, akin to the [Netherworld] of other mythological eras.
Scatha is the reigning queen of that land, known for her various martial and magical prowess, or for imparting these martial skills to nurous warriors as their ntor.
Her starting point wasn’t high, rely a demigod, but through relentless training and self-breakthroughs, her combat skills have reached perfection. She has slain countless magic beasts, deities, and monsters, her power having long stepped into the Divine Realm, becoming the ruler of the [Otherworld], possessing near-immortal life.
However, endless victories did not fulfill her; instead, they made her feel that life was so empty.
Thus, she often longed for stronger opponents, seeking a formidable adversary who could defeat and kill her, to bring an end to her eternal life and reign.
All in all, she is quite a dangerous madwoman.
By the way, wasn’t Scadi looking for her relatives? How did she get connected with her? And why was she tracked down?
Luo En’s thoughts raced, and he couldn’t help but recall a certain legend.
Although the nas Scadi and Scatha co from Old Norse and Old Irish respectively, their anings and etymology are very similar, both aning “darkness, shadow,” or can be extended to “god from the shadows.”
If this legend has so basis in reality, then Scadi and Scatha might truly have so familial connection.
However, looking at it now, their relationship doesn’t seem too harmonious.
Luo En rubbed his throbbing temples, looking at Scatha’s escalating montum in front of him, he muttered internally.
It seems that to resolve this matter or find out Scadi’s current state, letting her have a good fight is necessary.
In that case…
Then, let us battle!
Luo En cald his mind, raising the Fiery Fla Demon Sword in his hand, confronting Scatha in the gray mist from afar.
Two concentrated yet ununleashed blazes brewed world-shattering power. The chaos surrounding them, like writhing dragons and venomous serpents, was torn and shredded by invisible forces, heavy clouds hung low, and the oppressive terror was like mighty peaks crashing down.
“Boom!”
In an instant, Scatha, having gathered her montum, suddenly opened her eyes, and the condensed aether current around her exploded. The purple ghostly light flared violently like flas, and her agile figure instantly advanced a hundred ters, the crimson spear filled with vicious thorns smashed down from the sky.
Luo En sidestepped, evading while stepping within three feet of Scatha, the Fiery Fla Demon Sword in his hand humming with a golden cold gleam in close range.
The dense barrage of spear shadows and stabbing thorns produced a wailing sound akin to ghosts and gods sobbing in agony.
Scatha, indeed a battle-hardened combat spirit, instinctively sensed the imnse power contained within before the sword’s edge even approached, and utilizing her martial arts skillfulness that had reached perfection, maintained the distance between them within the optimal range for her dual spears’ sweeping strikes.
Trying to widen the gap?
Luo En sneered, activating the Divine Speed of the [Goat], thrusting forward and forcing Scatha into a head-on clash through swift assaults.
As a Divine King with a longer lifespan and more potent authority, in a tough battle, naturally, Luo En held the advantage.
However, Scatha, who ascended to Chief Godhood through combat, was undoubtedly no pushover. Her dual magic spears glead like stars, capable of both mid-range thrusts and long-range throws, consistently maintaining the reach advantage of her weapon.
“Boom boom boom boom!”
Their two powers collided, nearly obliterating all life, the sweeping light and shadow resembled the God of Death’s scythe, riddling space with countless holes.
At the storm’s center, Luo En and Scatha sought each other’s weaknesses, adjusting their postures sharply and accurately, evading critical blows, waiting for the chance to unleash a thunderous strike.
And the first to lose patience was naturally the structurally weaker Scatha.
As she caught a hint of chaos in her opponent’s aura, Scatha decisively jumped, using montum to lift herself to the most advantageous view from the air, her back forming an exaggerated curve, like a fully drawn bow, one of her spears was thrown forward with force:
“Pierce! Thrust through! — Gun of Death’s Flight!”
Under the chant of the Divine Word, the crimson spear left her hand, frantically absorbing the surrounding aether, spreading and extending like living thorn branches, forming a sky-filling bramble steel forest, sealing all space, swooping across from above, and shooting towards Luo En.
Unavoidable, unstoppable!
When one dedicates themselves to a craft for a thousand or ten thousand years.
Then, under the constant accumulation of experience and self-transcendence, this craft has already transcended re skill to approach the realm of Dao.
And when the spear achieves the pinnacle, even the gods may be slain!
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