Garcia witnessed the terror of the Transcendent for the first time. (Quality#……Net)
Her weapon was clearly just an ordinary one-handed sword, yet every gesture burst forth with a soul-stirring pressure. Each strike against the shield was as heavy as a two-handed greatsword. After only two or three blows, Garcia's arm could no longer be lifted, and then her chin was shattered by an upward strike.
After recovering, the Aqua Queen completely abandoned defense. In an instant, a ballista appeared before her. She pulled the trigger, firing not iron spears, but several jars of Styx Blackwater. Jieluo slashed the jars open with her sword, but was drenched in the black water. The evil fire crystals soaked in the jars came into contact with the air, quickly smoking and burning, turning the Pure into a pillar of fire.
However, this trick would not work next time. The opponent used superhuman speed to move quickly around the flowerbed, and the ballista simply couldn't turn fast enough. Garcia had to rely on raising stone walls and iron railings full of spikes to stop the Pure's movement, turning each flowerpot placed in the garden into an explosive filled with snow powder. Sometimes the ground would suddenly sink, forming a deadly trap.
After killing the opponent several times in this way, Garcia found that her breathing was gradually becoming heavy, beads of sweat slid from her forehead, and the waves of dizziness assaulting her brain almost made her unable to stand.
"Not bad," the resurrected Jieluo did not take advantage of the situation to attack, but clapped her hands. "You have exceeded my expectations to be able to do this, but I forgot to tell you that although in this world, you can change the environment and the arena with your own consciousness, it consumes far more energy than creating something from nothing... even as much as resurrection. You should be able to feel the weakness and fatigue of your body. Perhaps the next time you die, it will be eternal sleep."
"Ha, that's better than offering my neck to be slaughtered," Garcia gasped a few times, "and you seem to have forgotten the screams you made when you were burned by the evil fire just now. How many times have you died this round? Three times, or four times? I don't think you'll last longer than me."
"..." Jieluo was silent for a moment before opening her mouth, "Since I became a Pure, the church has made many preparations for me, from learning combat skills to feeding me Judgment Army soldiers to improve my abilities. Those Judgment Warriors knew they would sacrifice themselves for this, but still gladly stepped into the soul battlefield. In the world of consciousness, they honed my skills in a desperate fight, and then accepted death peacefully, passing on their insights and experiences to me."
Garcia did not interrupt her, perhaps the other party was stalling for time, but she did indeed need to rest for a moment.
"I also devoured a Transcendent. Her power was terrifying - I almost lost in the soul battle, but in the end, I relied on the devil's weapon to defeat her, and obtained everything she had. Because the nature of magic is different, I cannot truly transform into a Transcendent, or use the abilities of other devoured witches, but in the world of consciousness, these are not difficult. Few people can threaten me next. In more than two hundred years, I don't even remember how many people I have devoured. I have experienced any pain, joy, sadness, and happiness in this world as if I had experienced them myself..." She paused, "Including death as well."
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Garcia frowned.
"The difference between you and me," Jieluo replied calmly, "The superposition of many souls makes my will extremely strong. If measured by the number of deaths, I think I can withstand at least a hundred deaths."
"I'll help you verify that." She sneered twice, but her heart sank... The other party's expression did not seem to be bluffing. The clean and neat killing of the bodyguards at the pier showed that the Pure indeed possessed combat skills that did not match her age. If this is the case, I must have a more powerful weapon... Think quickly, what can easily kill an experienced Transcendent witch?
"The soul battle is not a contest of imagination," Jieluo seemed to see through her thoughts, "You can't make yourself invulnerable to swords and guns out of thin air, and you can't summon those world-destroying weapons from ancient legends... You can't create something you haven't experienced. What you have seen and what you know are the keys to victory or defeat."
"I'll cover the entire garden with high-powered snow powder, so you won't be able to hide, right?" Garcia said coldly, "Even if I die
, I can at least drag you down with me!"
"Even if the result is meaningless?" The Pure looked at her with pity. "In that case, let me show you the true power of the church."
Streams of red light appeared behind Jieluo, and then condensed into hideous chariots. Their bodies were so huge that they directly crushed the walls of the garden. The two metal sharp spears extending from the top made Garcia think of the Wolf King Guard's report - a kind of crossbow cannon that had never been seen before was attacking the city wall. Both the range and power were unprecedented. Could the guards be talking about this behemoth in front of them?
Then she heard a buzz.
The thick spear shaft directly crossed the layers of obstacles set by Garcia, tearing her in half without any effort. When her body flew backwards, she could still see her spilled organs and blood.
The chariots continuously fired unstoppable spears. After recovering, she quickly repeated the same death. She didn't even have time to create snow powder to die together with the enemy. The continuous pain made her consciousness gradually blurred. The earth began to tremble. Cracks appeared in the sky. Under the lightning and thunder, the garden burst into flames.
"A strong will can only delay failure, but cannot change the result," Jieluo closed her eyes, "You have persisted long enough, rest in peace."
As soon as the words fell, the entire world collapsed.
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"It's over?" Isabella curled her lips. "Isn't it supposed to be done in an instant? You have clearly returned to your original appearance long ago, but you didn't say a word for a long time... I thought you had really failed."
"In her memory, I found some interesting things," Jieluo opened her eyes, "These thoughts... make me feel a little emotional."
"Oh? There's actually something that can make you emotional?" Isabella said casually, "That strange alchemical powder, did you find it?"
"Yes, the alchemists call it high-powered snow powder. The ingredients are quite simple, all common items in the workshop."
"That's good, hurry back to Holy City and report to His Excellency Oberlain," she exhaled, "The battle here will last at least three or four days, but without the leader and the witch, the remnants are no longer a threat to the God's Punishment Army."
"Let's go," Jieluo nodded.
"Wait..." Isabella stopped her.
"What's wrong?"
Was it an illusion? Her appearance was clearly no different from before, but why did she always feel that there was something different in those light red eyes? Isabella carefully looked at the other party for a moment, then shook her head, "No... nothing."
Maybe I'm just thinking too much. (。)