Chapter 541: Formidable 1 versus 3
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Facing such obstinate opponents, viking Rollo exposed a reverential countenance on his face. Unleashing a ferocious war, he heavily hamred down his sledgehamr onto the helt of a gypsy knight; smashing flat both head and helt, thus terminating his current agony.
At this mont, Sheyan also silently charged forward.
He could sense that they had wasted too much ti, and was nearly crossing the limit. If he didn’t act himself, they would possibly fall to the gutters of evil!
A blue radiance flickered out, as Sheyan swiftly thrusted in with his lancholic long saber; stabbing his saber into the cracks of armour, before he ruthlessly twisted!
After regaining so perception with great difficulty, a gypsy knight suddenly felt a chill in his belly; the chill of being penetrated through. Thick blood mixed with blue glitters splashed out; appearing additionally furtive and miserable.
Sheyan lifted highly his saber, which was still thrusted deep into that gypsy knight. After rotating several rounds, he sent the gypsy knight crashing against a condensed ss of pursuing gypsy slaves!
Flung into the dense congregation of gypsy slaves, the massive fra and hefty kilograms of armour ca crashing down on 7-8 individuals.
Having been stabbed and tossed by Sheyan, the gypsy knight vented his anger by smashing into the crowd of gypsy slaves.
Ultimately, the final gypsy knight suffered the most tragic end. Two viking warriors struck out simultaneously, smashing two sledgehamrs against his helt. The gypsy knight collapsed to the ground, where the pirates instantly pounced onto him; stabbing their weapons through the cracks of his helt. Eventually, the gypsy knight was reduced into a tin can of flesh paste; perfect on its exterior, but a muddled ss inside. A muddled ss of flesh and blood!
Observing that Sheyan and gang were escaping from the sacrificial ground, a glimr suddenly flashed out from the darkness!
It was actually two swivelling poker cards, both red, but on closer inspection, though the symbols weren’t enlarged, one was the 3 of hearts and the other the 3 of diamonds!
The two poker cards criss-crossed each other as they surged in. With every complete rotation, their threat was multiplied. Swivelling in surreptitious maneuvering, it sliced towards Sheyan and others.
Within its brief montum, it flitted past the horse carriage; tearing apart the sturdy cowhide felt that covered the carriage. Ripped felt and wooden splinters erupted and sprayed haphazardly, resembling panicky black butterflies dispersing about. Tens of square tres rained down with felt and wooden splinters, depicting an unimaginably vast and vicious scene.
Sheyan gasped as he witnessed this scene, before pulling out his saber as he tightly kept in formation. Relying on his superior perceptive sense, he could roughly grasp the incoming trajectory of those pair of red poker cards.
At this mont, Sheyan’s eyes were shut but his ears were faintly trembling. His forr experiences told him that if he relied on his naked eyes, undoubtedly, the consequences would be being ripped into two!
In a flash, Sheyan braced his muscles tightly, and swung his saber fiercely towards an unimaginable location with unthinkable speed! A faint bluish brilliance trailed his blade in midair!
An incomparably sharp blade swerved through the air, releasing a cutting screech along the way. After his saber blade swept a tre out……right before it struck against the two poker cards……in the face of its carving blade, the pair 3 red poker* cards abruptly segregated. (ED: I know it's confusing, it’s two red cards with a three on them.)
Sheyan’s blade landed against the empty air!
Soon afar, a scarlet glow shone out of the pair of poker cards.
Boom! Their surface combusted into flas, with the card as its core, they transford into two spinning fireballs that size of bowls.
The two fireballs blazed in from different angles, rapidly dragging along a long streak of red trail; as though threatening to burn space itself. The fireball’s surface was peculiar, as though myriads of vein lines were orbiting around it. The impression it released wasn’t a ball of terrifying fire, but an exquisite spiralling work of art.
The fireballs blasted straight towards Sheyan!
Watching this, Sheyan’s expression sank. He had already leapt forward with his saber striking nothing. Though he attempted to dodge, he was still in midair and couldn’t do so, and could only await the incoming fireballs!
At this instance, a pirate suddenly lunged forward. His eyes ablaze with a passion of crazed believe to replace Sheyan and shoulder this blow, before calmly eting his death!
Instead, Sheyan kicked the pirate away in midair. Subsequently, the two fireballs interweaved into an explosion as it blasted into Sheyan.
Like in poker itself, although number 3 was the smallest card in sequence, two 3s would form into a pair. Such a pair would be bigger than a single Ace, as well as any random pair of mismatched cards in terms of strength!
An intense explosion incinerated Sheyan at its core. Flas spewed in all directions in wild raging fashion, as though threatening to engulf the heavens in fire. One could only see a charred figure at the centre of the inferno, with arms covering his face.
Dried twigs littered the surrounding ground. Yet with the dawn of flas, they didn’t even have the privilege of catching fire but were instantly burnt to black ashes; dispersing into thin air. The ashes swirled voluminously like a mist of darkness!
The inferno vanished as fast as it ca; gone within a climax of two seconds.
To the gypsies, there was no longer any need to examine the charred figure in the nexus of those flas, as they sward past him. To their knowledge, there was only a single outco for that black figure - once the wind blows, it would crumble into black ashes!
Yet at this point of ti, reality toppled their cognitive knowledge!
A seemingly unbelievable affair occurred to the gypsies. That charred victim of those flas suddenly moved. Sheyan, who should’ve crumbled into ashes, raised his long saber. In a flash, he pierced towards the incoming gypsy head on!
Such was the aftermath of being severely damaged by the fireballs……
Faint greenish fus fumigated out from Sheyan’s charred body. Even in this pathetic state, he strode forward in large stomps, as though each step was deeply entrenched and in unison with the earth!
Multitudes of gypsy slaves remained obstructing his path ahead. Yet without making superfluous movents, Sheyan buried his head in as he collided straight on with unbelievable speed.
The gypsy slaves in his way were splitted apart as they staggered backwards into a pitiful ss. His current bold impetuous was like despising a magnificent army as he rambled through the courts!
Sheyan’s speeding charge appeared slow but was blazingly fast. Within re seconds, he reached into the depths of the darkness.
A deep blue current jolted through him, before his incisive saber flickered in three rapid successions. Amidst it, the flashes of the golden divine power of Odin could be seen!
A blood-curdling scream pierced out from the darkness. A tall skinny figure wearing a veil, was sent flying into view while coughing blood.
Indeed, it was that gypsy diviner concealed behind the scenes.
After Sheyan’s saber had ripped her veil, her ghastly aged old countenance revealed trickles of deadly blood. If not for sothing protecting her, that saber would’ve sliced through her skull!
Such a miserable outco in addition to her sleek fair skin… truly emitted an impression of amplified peculiarity.
Sheyan finally heaved a sigh of relief after slashing out his three blades.
Yet at this instant, that gypsy diviner pinched and shattered her crystal ball, attempting to launch herself back into the darkness.
Despite that, Mogensha was already well prepared, and instantly controlled his golden AK to aim across. Engaging with rapid fire, he unloaded clips of ammunition within a span of three seconds; countless tracer streaks of fiery red whizzed through the air; showering in like a dense rain.
Within short seconds, that gypsy diviner was left convulsing right at the periphery of the darkness of night. The ground around her blossod with drilled holes; sedints and dust wafted through the air, puffing up as high as 2-3 tres.
The solid ground was seemingly transford into a vast body of water after the aftermath of a downpour, with bullet holes lying everywhere around! Not only that, but the surrounding grass and wood were implicated into this dust storm, all conjured up by Mogensha’s engulfing tallic storm.
That gypsy diviner, who was on the verge of hiding back into the darkness, coughed out a mouthful of blood. Her full figure was exhibited out and riddled with transparent ripples.
Right now, one could vividly notice the severity of her body; her chest, face and left arm were the regions that Sheyan had heavily struck. Those horrifying bloodied lacerations appeared as though a sawtooth blade had sawed against it. They practically appeared like three terrifying demonic mouths had opened on her skin, laughing out with silent laughters.
She breathed exasperatedly, her mouth avariciously demanding for oxygen. After she had shattered her crystal ball, her dried and ashen brown skin was now undulating with transparent ripples. On close inspection, it was like she was enshrouded in a layer of hazy imagery. Dancing flickering embers surrounded her, smoking out with faint bright colors, in perfect harmony with the sinisterly distorted features of that woman.
Such a scene was unusually strange!
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