??Chapter 247: Chapter 232 The Second Saint Knight!_1
Chapter 247: Chapter 232 The Second Saint Knight!_1
Inside the High Tower, the bodies of Shepherds were strewn everywhere, shredded by Blanc’s sword edges.
There were Humans, the Blood Race, Werewolves, and even so Pirates from the Transcendent Ocean.
Blanc, who had entered the state of the “Sword Breath” Rune Sword Canon even at First Rank.
In the subsequent focused training and enlightennt.
His insight into the Rune Sword Canon beca deeper and more refined.
Now, even without a Rune Sword Blade, an ordinary Iron Sword in his hands could easily slice through iron like mud.
But at this mont.
Blanc found himself in a difficult battle.
His opponent was a Pirate Ship Captain wielding a Sea Sail Ghost Head Knife.
This Pirate Ship Captain was clearly not simply herded.
Instead, the Shepherd had taken him as his core “Shepherd”, herding him and enjoying the full blessings from the High Tower.
As a core “Shepherd”.
They maintained their own Transcendent State while also engaging in the cycle of the High Tower’s ecology.
This allowed them to remain absolutely loyal to their Shepherd laide and preserved their strong Fourth Rank power.
After all!
A “Shepherd” is also part of the Shepherds’ Lower Sequence.
Such core “Shepherds” are the key to determining the strength of the Shepherds.
“Clang clang clang…”
The edge of the Ghost Head Knife was heavy as a mast, its blade like ocean waves, one tide stronger than the next.
Every slash that swept down was like surging sea water.
Blanc even heard the ghostly sound of the waves, constantly drilling into his mind.
“These damned [Ghost Pirate] Sequence, never calm down even away from the ocean.”
The [Ghost Pirate] Sequence, born upon the ocean, can control the sea and embrace its mighty powers.
Facing this Fourth Rank Transcendent State Ghost Pirate, Blanc was sowhat hard-pressed to defend himself.
“Do you really have to clash head-on with him? Aren’t you the sword path of the wind, shouldn’t you play to a more elegant style?”
Just then, a faint sound ca from a shadowy corner.
“Easy for you to say, this guy is also fast, I can’t dance around him even if I want to,” Blanc replied while fending off the opponent’s thick and swift Ghost Head Knife edge.
“Besides, he is a Fourth Rank Shepherd with a Transcendent State. Ordinary attacks simply can’t hurt his vitals. To be accurate, he doesn’t have any vitals.”
“And one slash from him could leave
severely wounded.”
“Trading wound for wound, I’d be at a complete loss.”
“Moreover, inside the High Tower, his recovery abilities are astonishing. I even suspect there’s a Blood Pool here.”
“Damn it… hurry up and help .”
Watching the core “Shepherd” grow fiercer in his attack,
Blanc, a Third Rank, fighting against a Fourth Rank.
Battling above his rank, he was struggling against this fiercely-sworded Fourth Rank Pirate Ship Captain.
In the shadowy corner, Tuck raised his hand, and light began to gather.
As the Fourth Rank Pirate Ship Captain forcefully pushed Blanc back with a slash and was about to pursue him, lightly treading on the waves and blade.
“Boom!”
Accompanied by a dull gunshot.
Half of the Pirate Ship Captain’s head was blown off, his brain almost completely scattered, as he staggered back several steps before stabilizing.
Being only Fourth Rank, and also herded by soone else.
The Pirate Ship Captain’s Transcendent State was not very strong.
His Transcendent State was shaken by Tuck’s shot. Thankfully, being a Shepherd, his soul was with his master; otherwise, this one bullet, direct to the soul, could have easily taken half his life.
Seizing this opportunity, Blanc burst forth like the wind, touching the ground with the tip of his foot and sweeping upwards in an instant.
Blanc intended to completely shred the Pirate Ship Captain in this assault.
But even so, with half his head gone, the Pirate Ship Captain, relying on his Transcendent State, continued to fend off Blanc’s attack.
The Pirate Ship Captain, who had been hit by a shot from Tuck, was now completely suppressed by Blanc.
As the battle between the two beca increasingly vicious.
“Rumble…”
A trendous roaring sound ca from the upper parts of the High Tower.
For a mont, the whole tower shook violently.
Tuck glanced up, outside, in the corner of his eye, even the power of Dark Sun seed to be affected.
And Tuck’s [World] power, [Old Day Stars] [Steam Angel], was steadily growing.
“Bervis Twain after all is a Fifth Rank master, indeed powerful. Letting him attack from above, bearing most of the pressure, is no problem at all,” Tuck thought.
In this joint assault with others,
This was a formal operation by the Three-Eyed God Church’s God’s Punishnt Squad,
Not so petty thievery, but a legitimate strike of Justice Iron Fist.
For this assault,
The principle was to kill all that should be killed, annihilate all that could be annihilated!
They must not let go of any enemy forces.
Even so!
This High Tower, Tuck was also bent on completely shattering it.
And at this ti, that was exactly what Tuck was doing.
Bervis Twain, leading Hilor in an attack from above.
Chris and Oslyn were assaulting from the outskirts towards the inside.
anwhile, Tuck and Blanc were directly cutting into the heart of the High Tower.
Comncing infiltration from this point.
One of the Four Knights, “laide,” was shepherding Tuck’s Steam Ecology.
This was also the Steam Tower.
Of course, steam power was not the main thing; shepherd power was the dominant force.
But that wasn’t important.
What was important was
The Steam High Tower, featuring the cycling steam ecology, was the region where the “Steam World” fire seeds that nurtured Tuck were located.
It would gradually be “contaminated” by Tuck’s “Steam World.”
To say “contaminated” was not accurate.
A more accurate, neutral term would be “assimilation,” “ignition.”
Normally, this was not only harmless but actually had many benefits.
After the Steam High Tower completed the cycle of the “Steam Ecology,” it would make cultivation within the tower more in tune with the World.
But the problem was!
Tuck was the “Steam World’s” founder, its creator, and even—its creator.
When Tuck arrived, the characteristics of the [World] were all providing feedback to him.
Shepherding Tuck’s Steam Ecology might be useful, but… there was always a price to pay.
By the ti Tuck reached this place, it would also be utilized by Tuck to a certain extent.
Tuck had noticed this while he was secretly observing before.
And Tuck was going to perform an even bigger operation.
Tuck had co here for this very purpose.
“Woooo…”
Accompanied by the deep and lodious sound of Steam Roaring.
The Old Day Stars and the Shepherd Tower were completing the rging process of the Steam World.
The efficiency was incredibly fast.
After all!
Nowadays, the Dark Sun Church was also actively embracing the Steam Sequence.
And this Shepherd High Tower was not rejecting the “Steam World” either.
The plan seed to proceed even more smoothly than detailed in the plan.
The entire Shepherd High Tower, from top to bottom, had entered full battle readiness.
Only in this way could enough ti be afforded to Tuck to accomplish his own operation.
Outside!
The power of the Dark Sun was growing stronger.
And the power guided by Tuck’s Old Day Stars was also in a state of growth.
At present, both were in a stalemate.
However, the pervasive light of Old Days and angelic luminescence was continually illuminating the world, dispelling the lingering power of the Dark Sun nearby.
In contrast, inside and out.
This only made the interior of the tower ever more gloomy, dark, and oppressive.
In the depths of the Dark Sun, vague silhouettes were fluttering.
Tuck’s brows furrowed slightly, and then he continued his work.
Darkness, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, silently clung behind Tuck, who seed completely unaware.
The Reaper-like blade fell noiselessly.
“Hiss!” A sound.
That was the sound of cutting from the depths of the soul.
“Hmph! Looks like you’re not all that strong after all!”
A voice as tender as cherishing flowers and caressing jade softly arose.
When this buxom woman in skin-tight black leather armor, a girl from the Steam Reaper Sequence, grasped the soul she had harvested,
Her pupils, like the gears of fate, contracted sharply.
This was not the vibrant soul she expected; this… was a soul imprisoned in despair.
“Not good!”
At the sa ti.
A cold, eerie, and intimidating gun barrel pressed against the back of the girl’s head.
The indifferent power of the Forbidden Seals and the deep intimidation peering into her soul caused the girl to dare not move for a mont.
A sowhat mocking voice followed.
“I guess you are another knight of Wendell Francis, aren’t you?”
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