Chapter 922: Chapter 904: The Invisible Infant
That corrosive white mist seed completely oblivious to the barrier of the Quen Rune, and went straight through into the golden Chaos Magic Power shield.
Luckily Lann reacted in ti and changed his footwork at once, letting himself scrape past the edge of the white mist unscathed.
That also made him understand Ausloes’s current condition.
How much of that widely praised power he still retained after becoming a bizarre scaleless white dragon through the dragonification experint was hard to say.
But there was no doubt that whatever remained was all extrely high??level!
From the start of the battle until now, Lann hadn’t seen Ausloes use any spell other than that corrosive white mist.
Yet in Losric City under his rule, even low??tier clergy had to master several different miracles just to barely qualify.
"Miracles" are spells cast by recounting the tales of Divine Beings.
And he, as the most prestigious King of this age and himself an unquestionable Divine Being, had on the contrary not used a single miracle.
Perhaps his current ntal state could no longer support such delicate work as spellcasting.
The corrosive white mist he unleashed could ignore the Quen Rune; to be honest, Lann had barely seen such spells even described in the library of Airetusa!
And that was already the top Magic Academy of the Magic Middle Ages.
The Quen Rune could be broken, but to not even be able to sense anything in the face of the opponent’s spell, what the hell was that?!
This was a Magic Seal prepared for Demon Hunters by top Warlocks like Alzur and Maraspina!
Considering Ausloes’s current performance, Lann could only form one guess—
That corrosive white mist, in Ausloes’s present hands, wasn’t even a spell anymore, but a kind of instinct.
Yet even as a crude instinct he could wield effortlessly, it was so advanced that the Quen Rune couldn’t sense or detect it at all.
All one could say was that as a Divine Being and the King of Losric, anything Ausloes casually unleashed was spellcraft that sat at the absolute peak of the hierarchy.
It was just that his current ntal state ant that even possessing these spells and this knowledge, he still couldn’t gain an advantage in his battle against Lann.
Finally, after Lann carved yet another slash across Ausloes’s body with Air Blade Grand Spin, pushing the Qi Blade’s rank up to the highest red tier—
Now, with the Lady of the Lake’s Sword, even just scraping across that rubber??like dragon hide was enough for the edge to easily reach bone.
It produced that tooth??aching sound of blade grating and locking against bone.
And Ausloes—his mind seed, after countless frenzied, fruitless attempts to touch Lann at all, to be on the verge of collapse.
"Urrrgh—aaah!"
He roared madly, the surging power making even the air tremble!
Lann had already been fully focused because all of Ausloes’s spell abilities were too high??level.
Faced with this clearly abnormal bellow, the Demon Hunter cautiously chose to pull back for the mont instead of pressing the attack.
The scaleless, bizarre white dragon, whose left hand had been curled before his chest as though cradling an infant yet was actually empty, now raised that hand high in the process.
He shrieked shrilly, not only from the wounds Lann had inflicted in the previous exchanges and the frenzy of being unable to lay a finger on him,
but from another kind of despair.
"Aaah! My beloved child Othello!"
"Where are you? Why do you not appear in your father’s arms? Thou art a child of dragons, born under endless favor!"
"Show yourself! Othello! Show yourself!"
He stared up at his raised left hand with longing, despair, rage... as if there really were a child in it.
As if he truly was cradling a child hiding from his own father.
Lann’s pupils suddenly contracted.
Though wary of the darkness lurking within his own body, he had not activated Spiritual Vision during his exchange with Ausloes.
After all, that so??called dragonification experint of the other’s looked deeply entangled with the Abyss.
If he were to gaze upon this world’s darkness again through that body, there was no Sunshine Princess here to suppress the darkness for him.
But now Ausloes’s aura was too overwhelming!
He was enraged that he had been wounded so badly by Lann and still couldn’t touch him at all.
Even more enraged that his "most beloved" child was hiding himself away from him.
That rage ultimately turned into fury and a thirst for destruction!
He snapped the last thread holding his sanity together, and so the draconic, bestial savagery began flooding his mind!
Amid those strangely warped dragon??roars, the deranged Ausloes reclaid another kind of power.
He fully accepted the instincts of this scaleless white dragon body.
And in the heart of that scaleless white dragon, this thing in his hand... he didn’t care about it in the slightest!
Even without using Spiritual Vision, rely relying on his eyesight, Lann could see that the muscle??movent tendency of this bizarre white dragon showed he ant to smash that left hand down!
Was this the opening motion of so spell?
The prelude to so ritual?
The spells Ausloes commanded were all far too high??tier for Lann.
He had maintained this world for ten thousand years; the nation he founded had also stood at the apex for ten thousand years. He himself was one of the Fire Gods who drew power from the First Fla.
It was no surprise that such a Divine Being possessed world??shaking power and knowledge.
So under this pressure, Lann could only risk activating his Spiritual Vision, hoping to see what exactly the other intended to do.
After all, if he couldn’t even see it, couldn’t understand it, then there was no way to speak of avoiding or defending against it.
Under the Demon Hunter’s control, Spiritual Vision flicked on only briefly and swiftly for an instant, glancing toward a corner of Ausloes’s left hand.
But it was exactly that one glance that let Lann see the infant he’d hidden away.
The scaleless white dragon was indeed cradling a baby in his empty left hand.
The baby’s whole body looked dead, a bloodless bluish white, and his tiny hands had the sa disproportionate, thin, sharp look as Ausloes’s.
At that mont, it was as if he sensed Lann’s gaze.
In that fleeting instant, that little hand trembled and reached out toward Lann.
There was no ti to think.
Lann imdiately bellowed, "Rong Buqiu! Grab whatever’s in his left hand!"
"ow? ow-ow?"
The Elu Cat couldn’t see the infant in Ausloes’s left hand at all, and could only ow in total confusion.
But a Warrior’s execution is what it is, and Rong Buqiu started carrying out Lann’s order before he’d even figured it out.
He instinctively drew the handy tool he’d brought from his tribe, the Valley Raider Race’s [Plundering Saber]!
This was a weapon made specifically for snatching and stripping things off monsters.
The Elu Cat dropped to all fours and shot toward the White Dragon Demon King with a swish!
Lann certainly wasn’t going to just shout and let Rong Buqiu take the risk alone.
As the Elu Cat darted past him, the Demon Hunter lunged forward in sync.
The Demon King’s strange draconic roar hadn’t even finished, and his raised left hand was only halfway down in its smashing arc.
And then...
"Swick!"
The blade humd!
The Lady of the Lake’s Sword, its edge already sheathed in a layer of red Qi Blade from active Fighting Spirit, drove straight into Ausloes’s waist with Lann’s charging rush!
If not for the two small wings on his lower back getting in the way at the last mont, the strike might have skewered his waist on a diagonal!
And this was only the prelude, the [Qi Blade Thrust]!
The scaleless white dragon let out a howl of agony, his body twisting involuntarily.
Lann seized the chance, stepped onto the protrusions of that body, and soared upward!
In one burst he rose higher even than Ausloes’s twisted dragon head! Then he leveled the blade and chopped down with all his might!
[Dragon Ascending Sword]!
A thin, shrill, pale red sword mark was carved vertically into the air.
An instant later, "Szzzt" *7!
The compressed active Fighting Spirit inside the enemy’s body detonated all at once!
Seven explosive blasts of slicing flesh rang out.
Lann had deliberately avoided Ausloes’s left hand, so after that strike, the White Dragon Demon King’s right cheek, right chest, right arm...
A string of spots all split open into gaping, hideous wounds at the sa ti!
After the first instant of blood spray, the blood only then began to patter and drip out.
"Ugh-raaah!"
Ausloes shrieked in tornt.
And nimble Rong Buqiu, in that sa mont, used the gap while the enemy howled in pain to swing the [Plundering Saber] at his left hand.
The Valley Raider Race’s cats really did have a knack for ripping loot off monsters; Rong Buqiu’s Plundering Saber wasn’t so crude, straight-line chop.
Instead, it was a careful, skillful attack, using the saber’s oddly shaped blade to irritate the enemy.
Forcing him, in his agony, to let the Valley Raider Race snatch away the spoils.
Under Rong Buqiu’s work, Ausloes’s left hand spasd open as if from a cramp of pain.
And though Rong Buqiu couldn’t see a thing, he still followed Lann’s order and lunged to hug whatever was inside that opened, grotesque dragon claw.
That reckless grab really did latch onto sothing.
"There really is sothing, ow?!"
Even under pressure, the Elu Cat’s curiosity still showed itself.
Rong Buqiu cried out in surprise, then hurriedly leapt away, clutching the invisible sothing to his chest.
"Othello! My child! Aaaah!"
The scaleless white dragon roared, staggering as he tried to lunge after the retreating Elu Cat.
But then... "Bang bang bang!"
From Ausloes’s flank, a string of explosions and sparks flashed across his profile, carried on the shrill whine of flying rounds.
The blast force and recoil of the ammunition made the bizarre white dragon reel sideways, stumbling back.
Only when an entire magazine of standard rounds was emptied did Lann toss the [Roar of the Roaring Dragon] Heavy Crossbow Cannons to the ground at his side.
After all, he probably wasn’t going to have ti to reload now.
"One mont you’re trying to smash soone into a puddle of at, the next you’re over here, all emotional, yelling ’my child’... don’t you feel the least bit ashad, Your Majesty?"
As the smoke from the Heavy Crossbow Cannons’ blasts dispersed, the grotesque scaleless white dragon had shed the very last traces of a human shape.
He had discarded the Magic Staff, discarded the human upright stance.
What finally erged from the thinning haze before the Demon Hunter was a white dragon on all fours, claws razor sharp!
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