Two Divine Artifact Level weapons appeared at the same time, and the room instantaneously filled with an oppressive sharpness, as if even blinking might cut one’s eyelashes.
The Dead-Eye Tyrant, who was being flung around, sensed this as well and struggled desperately in the air, but Bruto, who had already entered a mindless Berserk State and had also activated Titan’s Blood, erupted with astonishing power. Not even a Frost Giant at this moment would have hoped for any advantage against him, and the Dead-Eye Tyrant, who could only float by use of magic, had no way to break free from the Dwarf’s rage.
Lancelot exhaled a foul breath tainted with the metallic taste of blood, and the next second he vanished from his spot. One could see him racing along the walls of the room, his feet moving as if on flat ground. After predicting the trajectory of the flinging, he leaped outward forcefully, gliding through the air as if he had grown wings, and the swords he held inversely plunged into the vine-wrapped colossal skull of the Dead-Eye Tyrant like mountaineering picks.
This powerful Undead creature released a heart-rending, unbecoming scream of misery, as if accusing reality of some mistake, while Lancelot’s swords slid down as if piercing through soft snow, creating two terrifying gashes on the enemy’s body.
While falling, Lancelot’s figure drifted back and forth like a falling leaf, narrowly avoiding the Dead-Eye Tyrant’s dying counterattack. The moment he landed, his feet sprung up as if on springs, leaping up from the ground again, his mismatched pair of swords aiming straight for the occipital region of the giant skeleton.
Once again, the sword blades breached the enemy’s defenses, but this time Lancelot had prepared something else. From the tips of the two Divine Artifacts, dense Sword Qi erupted like a volcanic explosion, swirling back and forth inside the Dead-Eye Tyrant’s skull, pulverizing its intricately crafted inner structure that no one had ever seen.
The flame in the Dead-Eye Tyrant’s solitary eye extinguished, and the magic power that kept its body floating in mid-air dissipated as well. Bruto, as if sensing the death of his foe, smashed the enemy for the last time onto an uninhabited expanse of land, and then stopped in his tracks.
Lancelot performed a hand seal to release the vine tendrils that gripped like eagle claws, exposing the bizarre corpse of the Dead-Eye Tyrant. After confirming that the enemy could no longer harm them, Lancelot hurried to check on his injured companions.
Thanks to the Elf Priest’s Blessing Art and Aid Technique that strengthened life, not a single one among the companions had died, but they were all afflicted by several types of eye-beam rays, and their conditions were grim. The most seriously injured was the old Dwarf Baron, who had been hit by a Dissociation Ray and a Lethal Ray one after the other, and still breathing could only be explained as a miracle; the young Dwarf had ended his Berserk State and finally succumbed to exhaustion and pain, whimpering as he sat beside his father, loudly calling for Alamir to come and help.
The Elf Priest himself wasn’t in a much better condition, having been struck by Hypnosis and Petrification Rays in succession; had it not been for little Isha pushing him at the crucial moment, everyone would be moving a statue of an Elf into their Dimensional Bag by now. Nevertheless, he cast a simple Healing Spell quickly, stabilizing the old Dwarf’s condition and at least getting him out of immediate life danger.
The situations of Tanya and little Isha were somewhat better. The Half-elf’s Magic Armor miraculously absorbed most of the negative effects, while little Isha relied on her exceptional agility to dodge the eye-beam rays, except for a pale blue Slowing Ray, which she quickly shrugged off.
"Truly, it has been a most pleasurable battle," the elegant middle-aged male voice rang out again, "How was the experience? Have you considered letting us ’breathe’ more frequently in the future?"
"You certainly live up to your status as Divine Artifact weapons, truly unmatched in sharpness," Lancelot said with a smile, "However, it’s regrettable that unless it’s absolutely necessary, I would rather not trouble the two of you – what if we attract the attention of some formidable entity that we cannot afford to provoke? I am sure you wouldn’t want to fall into the hands of someone who intends to use you for evil schemes, right?"
"You need not worry about that, Sir Lancelot," responded a somewhat frosty female voice from the other weapon forged of Heavenly Steel, "No matter how powerful the evil, as long as one harbors the conviction of certain victory..."
"Having conviction in victory isn’t enough, Sword of Zariel, you should be well aware of that," Starlight Strike quipped, "I know what you’re longing for, but there’s nothing wrong with staying hidden. We are weapons, the strongest kind at that, and if we constantly show ourselves, the truly valuable targets will either hide far away, requiring us to expend a lot of extra effort to find them; or they’ll come fully prepared to deal with you, bringing misfortune upon your bearer..."
"But Zariel just..."
"Zariel herself poses a greater threat than you, so it’s her that Asmodeus has his eyes on, not you. Besides, haven’t I told you before not to mention the name of an ex around your current one..."
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"Life experiences."
"The life experiences of the Aira clan? I think those might not be so suitable for others," Lancelot shook his head helplessly, "By the way, there wasn’t a spatial rift just now, was there?"
"How should I explain this to you... You’ve seen fishing, right? My special effect is basically hooking the fishhook onto the target, and the action of reeling in is actually completed by the Multiverse itself. In a closed semi-plane like the Demon’s Domain, I still have the hook, but no line... does that make sense to you?"
"I understand. It seems that even you can’t break the magical barrier of this Demon’s Domain."
"Who said that? Of course, I can... It would just open a portal to the Stellar Realm, but from what I’ve observed, your group’s mastery of magic isn’t at the level required to travel in the Stellar Realm. So breaking through wouldn’t make sense anyway..."
Just then, Lancelot’s expression suddenly changed, as his Spirit Perception sensed some kind of power re-emerging from the body of the Dead-Eye Tyrant. He turned his head, only to see the little Vampire already pouncing on it, plunging a cold iron dagger into the monster’s gigantic eye socket. At that moment, the emerging power dissipated as quickly as air from a burst balloon.
"All’s well now." Noticing Lancelot’s look, little Isha smiled at him, "This guy’s truly dead now."
"What just happened?" Bruto asked, panting, "Wasn’t that thing already dead?"
"Undead creatures are already dead, you know," the little Vampire replied matter-of-factly, "But under normal circumstances, as long as their bodies haven’t suffered severe damage, the Undying Energy controlling them can return at any time..."
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