When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 794

Chapter 794: Chapter 175: You’ve Got to Provide So Gear for Fishing, Right?

Chapter 794: Chapter 175: You’ve Got to Provide So Gear for Fishing, Right?

The night sky, originally splattered with a blood rain, was suddenly ignited by a burst of flas.

But the sky did not return to the brightness of noon; instead, it beca as blinding as an apocalyptic battlefield.

The Night Fiend stood alone in the sky above, overlooking the earth, her shadowy wings appearing dim under the blazing firmant.

Those huge teors, wrapped in liquid flas, spiraled down toward the ground.

The smallest were three or four ters in diater, and the larger ones could reach twenty or thirty ters.

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They plumted from the sky to the earth, naturally unable to hit the Night Fiend, who fluttered as lightly as a moth.

And when those teors hit the ground, the earth shook with thunderous tremors—

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The earth vibrated drastically, and the roaring never ceased.

The surrounding trees were destroyed, crushed, and torn apart by the teors.

Once the teors landed, they shattered, and the nearby ground burned quietly and persistently, like flammable liquid accumulating.

Originally, when Uther Galoch fought with Aurigen, the wildfire beyond his control had already ignited the grassland.

And now, the flas, which began in the small prairie during the battle, were quickly spreading into the surrounding forest.

After Uther Galoch had altered the terrain, the flas on his body resonated with the fire brought by the teor shower.

The leaping golden-red flas gradually turned into the deep red color burning on his body, similar to red wine or blood.

And as Uther Galoch moved among the flas, his speed and strength were noticeably compensated.

Suddenly, Uther Galoch launched a strike as swift as lightning.

The charging figure stirred up a wild storm, which caused the surrounding trees to fall and the flas on the ground to be shaken into the high air—

Facing that slash as mournful as a waning moon, the Night Fiend instinctively knew—this strike was impossible to avoid!

So she lifted her wings in defense.

—But that thod, condensed from the essence of the Night Fiend’s power and originally able to block almost any move, failed for the first ti.

Uther Galoch’s charging slash struck heavily upon the Night Fiend’s wings.

After a brief struggle, like a badminton shuttlecock struck by a racket, her wings deford and she was directly cleaved and sent flying backward!

For the first ti, her wings showed a visible slight bend to the naked eye.

However, at the mont of contact, even Uther Galoch’s expression suddenly turned grave.

He felt a strong sense of decay from within his body—as if he had swallowed concentrated acid, his chest and abdon were making a fizzing sound of corrosion.

It was a curse.

And it was one he didn’t recognize at all!

Uther Galoch’s extensive combat experience told him that this Demon must specialize in weakening, cursing, and counterattacking.

He couldn’t drag this out too long!

Once he made up his mind, Uther Galoch casually stuck his giant axe into the ground.

“Oh great Supre Heaven!

Hear the cry of Your children!”

He crossed his arms and raised them above his head, praying aloud with a robust voice, “Grant the power to tear the skies and shatter the earth!”

In an instant, a bright red lightning bolt burst from the “Eye of the Rift” in the sky and struck Uther Galoch!

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Elsewhere, Aiwass had already flown to a distant mountain.

Finding the landing spot of Aurigen was easy.

The scorching lava had sprayed along the way, igniting a whole line of trees and grassland.

And once away from the battlefield, the blood rain was still pouring down outside, causing a piercing white smoke when it hit the flas.

Following the trail of white smoke, Aiwass saw the Lizardman Warrior, barely alive and emitting white smoke with a hissing sound.

His body was nearly shattered—his right arm suffered the worst injury.

It had been completely torn into three sections, bent and tossed on the ground like a rag.

Yet, even so, his incredibly robust body was still struggling to keep the right arm attached to his fra, with only the thinnest shreds of muscle barely connecting them.

The front of his body was covered with dried bloodstains mixed with semi-solidified lava embedded in his skin, which hadn’t completely dried up; his leather armor was still burning with a faint fla.

He had only one eye left, with the other lted away by the lava that splashed onto his face.

His leather armor was nearly completely worn away, and in his hands, he clutched only half of a weapon’s handle.

Even if his head was fortunately unshattered, with any other profession, it would have been a death sentence.

But when Aiwass flew in, he still held onto a clear will.

Aurigen’s remaining eye moved slightly, noticing Helquinn approaching on a Pegasus.

“Helquinn…

Your Excellency…”

He let out a hoarse and rough voice, speaking in fits and starts, “Run…”

“—Don’t talk just yet.”

Aiwass said seriously.

At this mont, he and the Helquinn he was impersonating seed to overlap.

He reached out and pressed his hand against the tree closest to the Lizardman Warrior Aurigen, and at the sa ti a bright yellow card appeared in his left hand.

As the card appeared and then shattered and dissipated, the tree suddenly began to grow wildly, branching out, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a sturdy and tall The Great Tree—

Soon, a The Great Tree with leaves as bright as gold grew out of nowhere from Aiwass’s hand.

It rustled its leaves, making a sound clear as wind chis.

To Aurigen, the scene seed like a miracle.

He clearly felt his wounds slowly healing—at least they were no longer deteriorating and were on the nd.

The encroaching Death, whose outline he could gradually make out, also vanished like a bubble in an instant.

And just then, the chest that had scattered beside him when he was knocked away suddenly unlocked as if it had sensed sothing.

The fragnts of armor and the cloak, as if alive, flew towards Aiwass on their own, assembling on his body.

In the blink of an eye, they had fully ard him.

Aiwass imdiately saw a large cluster of dense properties and entries erge before his eyes—

It was not an individual piece of equipnt, but rather a whole set that flew out:

[Set·Tri-Light Phases: Nas of Dawn, Noon, and Dusk (3/3)]

[Extraordinary Equipnt (Purple)]*3

[Trait: Dawn’s Guard (Triggered only by Path of Balance) (Not Triggered)]

[Trait: Will of the Dusk (Triggered only by Path of Dusk) (Not Triggered)]

[Trait: When entering combat, automatically searches for Weapon and self-replenishes shields and statuses]

[Extraordinary Traits: Bark of the Great Tree (Triggered only by Elf)]

[Bark of the Great Tree: When damage taken is non-fatal, it is halved]

[Extraordinary Traits: Pope’s Protection (Triggered only by Holy Nation)]

[Pope’s Protection: Bearer gains Resistance to Charm, Poison, and Petrification, and Immunity to Fear, Curse, and Instant Death]

[Extraordinary Traits: Na of Candle Master (Triggered by Candle Master Faith)]

[Na of Candle Master: Bearer receives the spell: Holy Healing, thrice daily, without mana expenditure]

[Set Trait: When the bearer rides a Pegasus or Unicorn, they gain “Life Bond” with the steed; when the bearer receives any buff effects, the duration of the buff is extended by 50% and the effect is enhanced by 30%; the steed gains 120% flight speed]

—Damn!

So this is how powerful a Pope’s Guard’s set of equipnt is!

Aiwass was imdiately startled.

Previously, in the Hall of Silver and Tin, Aiwass saw those Queen’s Guards who had been called in were all wearing this set of armor.

When they took turns to bathe, eat, and rest, they would simply take off the gear and leave it in the attendants’ room next to Isabel’s bedroom.

They weren’t afraid of losing it at all, and it was even strewn about the floor, as if they didn’t cherish it much.

Aiwass thought these items were mass-produced equipnt, and since they dared wear it to go on overseas missions without fear of losing it… it must not have been so valuable.

Considering this was also the girls’ clothing, and even their intimates, Aiwass hadn’t touched them.

Now Aiwass finally understood why they were not afraid of losing it—

As a purple set, its value was essentially on the sa level as the Hawkeye Set on Lily.

It could be considered a Paladin’s final set.

And with all three being purple, in terms of rarity, it was even slightly higher than the Hawkeye Set.

The reason they weren’t afraid of losing it wasn’t just because the Queen’s Guards were strong fighters.

Rather, it was because most of its attributes were locked, and outsiders simply couldn’t use them.

Only a Pureblood Elf, born in the Holy Nation, and with faith in Candle Master, and who is of the Path of Balance or Path of Dusk, could trigger all of its effects.

Otherwise, the only effect for the bearer would be “automatic buff replenishnt upon entering combat.”

No wonder…

I knew the boss wouldn’t send fishing without giving so gear!