Chapter 125 Meteoric Gift

Suren walked down the street, hearing exclamations and looking up.

First, in the azure sky above the clouds, a dewdrop-like, crystalline light flickered. Then, the light grew larger and burned fiercely.

The cotton-thick white clouds were also dyed golden yellow, and the meteor pierced through, creating empty holes.

The wind howled like an explosion. The meteor rubbed against the atmosphere, dragging a long tail and burning with dazzling white light.

Suren's eyes reflected the shadow of the meteor, as if he saw the smiling face of a freckled, braided girl in the sky.

Katyusha said, "I buried my face in the stars. When you look up at the sky, the stars will bring my blessings."

The colorful clouds are easily shattered. That old friend also bid farewell in this dazzling way.

Suren didn't know if it was an illusion, but at this moment, his heart felt uneasy, and a certain inexplicable "qi" also stirred.

...

The meteor seemed to fall very slowly from the extreme of the sky, cutting through the sky with a long tail and colorful, dazzling light, which still looked very romantic.

But the closer it got to the ground, the faster it became.

Beauty turned into disaster.

By the time ordinary people could clearly see the blazing fireball, its speed was as fast as a shooting star.

"Whoosh~"

As fast as a flying shuttle.

In a casual instant, the crimson star, like the sun, fell.

A beam of light flashed, embedded into the ground, and disappeared.

At the moment of impact, it was as if people's thoughts and time had been paused simultaneously, and the picture was frozen for a moment.

But the next second, like fireworks exploding in the night sky, light burst out in an instant.

A world-destroying scene violently burst into everyone's vision.

In just an instant, the scene in everyone's eyes turned into a sky full of powder.

The ancient temple made of huge stone pillars was reduced to ashes in the fire. A corner of the coastline of the Moluos City-State was abruptly cut off, and a large area of seawater instantly evaporated and dented...

Then, before the visual signal could be transmitted back to the brain and turned into a shocked expression, thunderous sounds and airwaves erupted.

"Rumble!"

The explosion was deafening, and the world-destroying shock wave visibly swept across all directions, stirring up terrifying waves tens of meters high on the sea.

An apocalyptic scene.

On the eve of the meteor's drunken fall, Suren stood on the top of the highest building in the central arena of the Moluos City-State.

He looked remotely at the temple on the coast, watching the star falling in broad daylight, blooming with fleeting beauty.

He allowed the violent shock wave to crash over him like a wave, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Suren remained motionless.

This was Katyusha's farewell gift.

It was also Yekaterina's welcoming gift.

The destruction of the Agapa Nong Temple, not to mention any personnel losses to the North Sea Fleet, at least shattered most of Roman's belief in the God of War, causing a great collapse in morale.

The significance of this act was no less than killing several fleet commanders of the North Sea Fleet!

Moreover, in the long run, it shook the foundations of the North Sea Fleet.

Romans without faith are just a heap of loose sand.

Seeing this, Suren secretly praised Yekaterina for her clever tactics.

The stable Roman Empire, with its millennial tradition of theocratic rule, was definitely not what the power holders wanted to see. From now on, there would be opportunities to exploit.

Far-sighted and meticulous, she was a qualified politician.

The shock wave lasted for a moment before it completely passed.

Suren's robes also returned to silence in the violent shaking.

Many buildings in the city were affected and collapsed, and the streets were filled with dusty natives.

Death could not make the brave Romans fearful, but when they saw their faith collapse, despair and confusion about the future spread like a plague.

Suren jumped down.

At the moment when the Warlock's seal was formed in the air, a figure flashed in the black hole.

When he landed in the arena, there were several more people in cloaks beside him.

"Yo, it's not even started yet, and it's already so lively."

"Tsk tsk, Suren, your noble lady friend's methods are amazing. She actually sent such a generous welcome gift..."

"The temple has collapsed. This battle seems to be very beneficial to us."

"It's been a long time since I've enjoyed the taste of blood..."

"..."

Suren glanced at everyone and said lightly, "Everyone, prepare for battle."

"Okay!"

The group of cloaked figures immediately dispersed.

With the temple destroyed, the North Sea Fleet was probably searching the city for traces of the Dawn Society.

Suren didn't wait for the enemy to come, but took out the sealed [Causality Golden Spear of Tyr, the God of War] and held it in his hand.

As soon as this thing appeared, its original owner would definitely sense it immediately.

What Suren had to do was to wait patiently.

Sure enough.

Before long, a burst of rapid footsteps sounded in the distance, and a group of people rushed into the arena and appeared in front of Suren.

Leading the group was a handsome young man with golden hair. It was Onis Popov, the second son of Oleg and the commander of the Third North Sea Fleet.

Like all Roman warriors, he was naked from the waist up, with a near-perfect figure, distinct muscles, and full of strength.

However, the Roman who had lost his faith, that heroic spirit was gone, as if he had lost the protagonist's filter halo and seemed to have blended into the crowd.

It was he who used this spear to try to shoot and kill Suren in the city. Seeing the golden spear appear here, Onis naturally understood what was happening: "It's you?!"

The flames of the temple's destruction were still burning fiercely, and he immediately became furious: "You dare to destroy my Roman temple?!"

The meteorite that smashed the temple came from Yekaterina's hand, so it was not wrong to say that Suren destroyed it.

He didn't deny it, but asked, "Did you throw this spear to kill me?"

A Fifth-Order powerhouse, how could he not have a temper?

Faced with this enemy he had never met, Onis disdained to deny it: "So what?"

Besides, he was the son of a hero with innate "courage," which was enough to make him not flinch in the face of any enemy.

According to the information, this guy seemed to be Fourth-Order, or was it Fifth-Order?

Against an enemy of the same Order, Onis was confident that he would never lose to anyone!

Having confirmed his identity, the corners of Suren's mouth slightly raised in a playful arc.

Then, his body swayed back violently, making a spear-throwing motion.

With a sudden throw, the sealed golden spear "whooshed" like an arrow, shooting towards Onis, as fast as lightning.

Onis looked at it and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Is that all?"

In front of him, a Roman hero, this level of spear-throwing attack posed no threat to him.

He curled his fingers to grab, instinctively wanting to seize this golden spear that originally belonged to him.

But at this moment, the second wave of reinforcements from the North Sea Fleet had arrived. At the first moment of receiving the information, this group of professionals who could use spatial displacement crossed most of the city and arrived just in time.

These were people from the North Sea Eighteenth Fleet, the "Void Fleet". The leader was Saminagina J. Luo, the fleet commander, a Seventh-Order professional, whom Suren had met once.

From hundreds of meters away, Saminagina saw the spatial runes on the golden spear light up and his face changed drastically. He shouted violently, "Your Highness, be careful!"

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Before the sound could be transmitted, Suren's spear cut through the air like a bullet, traveling hundreds of meters in an instant. Onis exerted force with his five fingers and accurately grasped the golden spear in his hand.

But just as this guy was slightly leaning back, driven by the spear's huge inertia, the runes on the spear suddenly lit up. A figure flashed, and the expressionless Suren had teleported a hundred meters, accurately appearing on the side of the spear.

Suren knew that the intuition and reaction speed of Fifth-Order professionals were terrifying. To ensure capture, he used directional displacement to deliver damage face-to-face.

When he reappeared, he was holding a black and white chessboard in his hand, shining it towards Onis, who was preparing to throw a heavy punch. Da Feng Novel

A beam of light flashed, and the two instantly disappeared from the scene.

...

Watching Onis being sucked into a special space, Saminagina, the commander of the Void Fleet, vaguely guessed what was happening and felt a sense of foreboding.

This was Oleg's most talented son. Needless to say, the enemy was definitely capturing him for a different purpose.

It was a pity that Saminagina had received the news and rushed over as quickly as possible, but an accident still happened. He cursed angrily, "Damn it!"

However, the independent space created by [Steinitz's Chessboard] was indeed helpless for ordinary professionals, but for a professional who was proficient in the Seventh-Order Laws of Space, it was just a special space barrier that could be pierced with a little effort.

Seeing Onis being sucked in, Saminagina immediately and urgently instructed his subordinates, "Cast spells to steal void energy and break that space barrier!"

As he spoke, he pinched the Warlock's seal with both hands, and an dark cyan alchemical array halo lit up under his feet.

But at the same time as he took action, Saminagina's expression suddenly froze, because he felt a violent spatial fluctuation.

Someone was attacking!

Very strong!

A burly, cloaked man rushed in with a strange "cassette-like" displacement state. His figure flickered, no less than teleportation.

Saminagina had no choice but to stop the spell he was condensing and slammed a fist wrapped in a spatial storm towards the figure in front of him.

The cloaked figure rushed forward, and his rune-covered, thick silver arm didn't dodge or evade, punching directly against Saminagina's void fist.

The newcomer was Barrett!

The spatial storm was like countless sharp blades. Under normal circumstances, anything it touched would be twisted into pieces. Just as no one would be foolish enough to touch an enemy's blade with their fist, no one had ever dared to punch Saminagina.

But Barrett did.

His fist was also wrapped in a layer of spatial fluctuations like pangolin scales. The fists collided. Not only was it not twisted to pieces, but because of its own advantage in brute force, it punched the opponent's body and sent it flying backwards.

After one strike, there were some cracks on his metallic right arm, but the self-healing properties of [Living Silver] restored it to its original state in an instant.

As for the other side of the punch, Saminagina looked very embarrassed.

He flew backwards like a cannonball. The terrifying force caused him to smash through several buildings before rolling dozens of times on the ground, plowing a web-like crack all over the ground before stabilizing his body.

He wasn't injured, but he looked at Barrett in the distance with shock on his face, and was greatly surprised: "This guy has actually advanced to Seventh-Order?!"

According to the information, wasn't he only Sixth-Order?

Seventh-Order was a major threshold that could be said to have blocked more than 90% of Sixth-Order professionals. Advancement required great opportunity.

He had advanced in just one month?

Moreover, what shocked Saminagina even more was not Barrett's Order, but the void ability that this guy had mastered.

This guy was clearly a purely strength-based professional, so why was his spatial ability so strong?

Saminagina felt that he was the commander of the Void Fleet!

The void materials he used for advancement were the best. It was hard to say whether another professional with a stronger understanding of the Laws of Void could be found in the world. How could he feel that comparable spatial fluctuations on a strength-based professional who had just advanced to Seventh-Order?

The only explanation was that Barrett used very high-quality professional materials and alchemical implants when he advanced to Seventh-Order.

The difference in quality made up for his shortcomings in understanding the laws!

Saminagina thought of something and cursed in his heart: "Void Gene Potion! Damn it, he must have used that ancient potion to enhance his Void endurance, so he could integrate higher-level materials!"

This was supposed to be a treasure of their North Sea Fleet, but it had been taken away by outsiders.

The more Saminagina thought about it, the angrier he became.

...

Barrett gained a slight advantage with one strike, but didn't give the enemy time to be shocked.

He wouldn't allow anyone to disrupt Suren's plan.

Just after succeeding with one strike, he pinched the Warlock's seal with both hands, and a special energy fluctuation condensed around his body, a strange force field that twisted even space: "Domain - Void Armor!"

This was an ability that Seventh-Order professionals were bound to master - the Domain.

In the previous ups and downs, Barrett had crossed the step that professionals dreamed of. He used his understanding of the Laws of Strength to successfully comprehend his own exclusive Domain.

Barrett transformed into a silver-armed giant ape, and with the Domain by his side, he charged towards the pirate group like a speeding truck.

The Domain field could not only control the fluctuations of the laws within its range, but was also an extremely strong defensive means. The pirates' dense attacks came towards Barrett, but before they touched his body, they were resolved by the strange power of the Domain field. Bullets and cannonballs were deeply mired.

This charge was like a bowling ball smashing a set of pins. The pirates of the Void Fleet fell one by one.

Those who couldn't avoid it were blasted into pieces of meat by Barrett's iron fists, scattering across the sky.

Fleet Commander Saminagina watched his subordinates die miserably and rushed over, fighting with Barrett.

If it were an ordinary strength-based professional, Saminagina's ghostly spatial abilities would have completely run them around in circles.

But the current Barrett was not only a strength professional, but also had comprehended spatial abilities.

As the two fought, Barrett didn't expect to kill Saminagina, but this guy couldn't kill him for the time being.

He could distract himself to prevent the pirates from destroying Suren's chessboard space.

One punch killed one, with broken limbs and minced meat everywhere, until no one dared to approach this area again.

...

Although there were fewer outsiders in the current Moluos City-State, there were no fewer intelligence merchants and intelligence agents.

Well-informed forces knew that Oleg had suffered a big loss and was about to make a big move.

It was said that there was a major problem with the North Sea Fleet's top-secret "Void Secret Realm", and a new team called the "Dawn Society" had seized that great opportunity.

If that was the case, there were many people who were hoping to pick up the scraps.

The Luying Royal Military Intelligence Service, the Raphael Grand Duke's Umbrella Organization, the West Sea Pirates, the Lance Grand Duke... various underground organizations were mixed together.

Although they weren't sure what the "big move" was, they waited patiently.

Today, they finally waited.

A meteor directly destroyed the Agapa Nong Temple.

This opening surprised everyone.

All the intelligence merchants immediately realized that a big move was coming.

Having received the news, those guys gathered near the central arena from all directions of the city. Many intelligence merchants arrived even faster than the reinforcements from the North Sea Fleet.

Then, they saw Barrett's scene of slaughter.

One piece of intelligence after another was transmitted through this channel: "Barrett has advanced to Seventh-Order, suspected of comprehending spatial abilities, and is fighting hard against Saminagina J. Luo..."

...

Barrett single-handedly blocked the North Sea Eighteenth Fleet that had come to reinforce.

But after all, this was the Moluos City-State controlled by the North Sea Fleet. Before long, the second wave of large-scale reinforcements arrived.

"Pfft", "Pfft", "Pfft"...

"Crack", "Crack", "Crack"...

Dense steam leaks and metal frictions came from the streets and alleys, and a group of heavily armed mechanical warriors rudely broke into everyone's sight.

The mechanical battle armors were of various shapes, but they all had the imperial emblem of a sapphire blue steam and hammer gold paint pattern on their right arms.

This was the Royal Mafa Mechanical Guard Legion that Princess Stika had brought.

These mechanical warriors, equipped with steam warhammers, alloy shields, mechanical saws, warship knives... and various heavy-duty external firearms, gathered into a charge formation as soon as they entered the scene and charged towards Barrett.

There was no existence more advantageous than mechanical warriors when dealing with melee-based professions.

Leading the charge was a [Lieutenant General-Class Thor Siege Armor], followed by more than ten [Colonel-Class] armors, as well as various [Major-Class], [Captain-Class]...

More than a hundred mechanical armors gathered into a steel torrent and besieged Barrett with an unstoppable momentum.

Before the mechanical armor legion arrived, they raised the various guns and cannons on their mechanical arms from a distance and opened fire fiercely at Barrett.

Under normal circumstances, Second-Order professionals could withstand the single-shot attacks of ordinary alchemical bullets. High-Order professionals above Third-Order could almost ignore 99% of firearms attacks.

But this didn't include the Mafa Empire's top-tier mechanical firearms and the tactic of indiscriminately firing ammunition regardless of cost.

All professionals followed the iron law of conservation of energy. To use any energy means to block a bullet, they needed to consume the same or more energy to neutralize that attack energy.

Although the Domain was strong, it was also an energy field.

The mechanical armors in front of them were all equipped with multi-barreled Vulcan cannons with extremely fast rates of fire. The market price of the alchemical bullets consumed per minute exceeded a million Lisos. The simultaneous firing of these hundred or so armors consumed nearly a hundred million in ammunition per minute.

This didn't include the special alchemical bullets and small missiles mixed in that were designed to break shields and Domains, which cost even more.

The Mafa Empire's research in firearms attacks was already very thorough.

The energy loss caused by this kind of firepower coverage was also terrifying and direct, even for Seventh-Order professionals.

This was also the most important reason why there were always battle reports of top-tier professionals being killed by mechanical armor cluster attacks on the battlefields of the Mafa and Luying Empires.

Barrett was hit by a round of concentrated fire, and a missile hit him in the chest. The huge explosive force pushed him backwards, smashing into a building.

Although this kind of damage couldn't kill him in a short time, the hundred mechanical armors didn't give up at all. No matter where he teleported, some of the armors would always aim their guns at him, providing area-of-effect firepower coverage.

The giant stone buildings that hadn't collapsed during the meteor's drunken fall were now rotting like mud under the concentrated fire. The buildings near where Barrett was standing had even their floors blown into dust.

If Barrett wanted to continue defending near Suren's chessboard space, he would have to face all this firepower head-on.

Although he was strong, it was impossible to smash through these hundred-plus mechanical armors with heavy mechanical shield defenses with his bare fists.

The other pirates wouldn't just stand by and watch. The Void Fleet Commander Saminagina and some Fifth and Sixth-Order team captains and vice fleet commanders were not to be underestimated, and they wouldn't give him a chance to resist.

...

In the distance, not only were there more and more pirates arriving as reinforcements, but there were also more and more people watching the show.

Those intelligence merchants carefully observed the battle in the arena with telescopes.

"Too reckless. Barrett has advanced to Seventh-Order, and although he's strong, he definitely can't stop so many people's concentrated fire..."

"Tsk tsk, the Dawn Society probably wants to capture 'Onis Popov' to use as a hostage to blackmail Oleg. Their plan is well thought out, but unfortunately, they don't know that there are ambushes in the city."

"Yes. It's reasonable that the Dawn Society has no affiliation with any forces, and their intelligence is limited."

"..."

The intelligence merchants watched and sent out the battle situation with various means of communication.

...

No one was optimistic that the Dawn Society had a chance to leave the Moluos City-State alive.

Seeing that Barrett was being beaten to a pulp by this group of suddenly participating mechanical armor legion, everyone thought that the overall situation had been decided.

But at this moment, without any warning, an anomaly occurred in the arena.

Thunderclouds suddenly rolled in the sky and formed in a very short time. Strange purple-red lightning flickered non-stop, and terrifying sword qi gathered on a cloaked figure.

The opportunity to unleash the accumulated sword intent had finally arrived.

A thousand hands placed on the hilt of the sword, the aura accumulating on her body higher and higher. She was like a unsheathed sword, radiating sharpness, making people afraid to look directly at her.

Seeing this celestial phenomenon, someone immediately realized what was happening: "A Sword Saint Realm expert!"

Others didn't know that the Dawn Society also had a Sword Saint, but that Frost Moon Princess had already witnessed it.

Her Royal Guard Legion was naturally prepared!

Some of the mechanical warriors pointed their guns and cannons at the swordsman who stood proudly under the thunderclouds.

But before they could pull the trigger, Chitiao drew her sword.

"Kengcha" A flash of cold light.

The shadow of the Three-World Rakshasa Golden Body shone with golden light behind her, six arms each holding a sword, and three thunder drums guiding the purple-red thunder sword qi that filled the sky to gather on the blade.

Different from before, this time Chitiao's six arms were surrounded by a layer of "ghost mist" like a phantom.

This was the alchemical implant she fused at Fifth-Order - [Void Ghost Hand]!

At the moment she drew her sword, she slammed her foot on the ground, and the building she was standing on cracked inch by inch. Her speed was faster than a bullet leaving the chamber. In this instant, all that flashed in everyone's vision was a lightning-like figure.

Chitiao's eyes were fearless, and she drew her sword towards the hundred mechanical warriors, a torrent of sword qi swept over.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with nothing but an incomparably sharp chill, and she murmured the newly created sword technique: "Ittoryu Ougi, Thunder Rain Twelve Aspects - Vajra Strike!"