yready Chapter 183 : Chapter 183
Chapter 183 : Chapter 183
Chapter 183. Four Against One
But at that very moment, a tyrannically overbearing sword aura came whistling in from the distant horizon, tearing through the blizzard and striking at Ifreles before his own attack could land!
“Hm?”
Ifreles’s expression changed. He had no choice but to abandon the killing blow aimed at the dragon and swing his sword backward to meet it.
Boom!
The sword aura collided with hellfire and exploded into a blinding sphere of light.
At the same time, two more presences were rapidly approaching from different directions.
From the far side of the Dragon Mountain Range, a figure strode through the air. With every step he took, ripples spread through the space beneath his feet. The newcomer was an elderly lionman with white hair and beard, none other than Leonard, commander of the Demi-Human Empire’s First Legion—the “Old Lion.”
And from the direction of Frigid Valley, another cold presence had also arrived. Victor, the Northern Legion’s chief of staff and a Sixth-Tier knight, hovered in midair with a grim and murderous expression.
The two of them reached the battlefield almost at the exact same moment.
And then, at the same time, both of them froze.
Leonard stared at the Golden Dragon, a creature that existed only in the empire’s oldest murals, and at the monster radiating pure hellish aura as it stood against that dragon. For the briefest instant, the nearly two-hundred-year-old Seventh-Tier powerhouse’s mind went completely blank.
Victor’s pupils contracted even more sharply. He looked at the dragon, then at the terrifying man giving off pure hellish aura while forcing the dragon back, and could not stop himself from blurting out:
“What the hell is going on here?!”
Ifreles’s expression was extremely ugly now.
Against a heavily wounded dragon by himself, he had confidence.
But now a Seventh-Tier lion demi-human knight had arrived, along with a weaker but endlessly troublesome Sixth-Tier human knight.
The situation was turning very bad for him.
And just as that fragile standoff settled into place—
Riiip—!
The space at the center of the battlefield was suddenly torn open like a ragged scrap of cloth.
A black crack in space appeared out of thin air, and a figure staggered out from within it.
Logaris.
He was gasping for breath now, and every inhale sounded like a broken bellows dragging through his lungs.
Just a few seconds earlier, in the ruins of Winter City,
He had just finished pouring that priceless bottle of Fleeting Youth down Sylvia’s throat and personally confirmed that the medicine had taken effect when he sensed the disturbance from the Dragon Mountain Range.
He had no choice but to stuff little Sylvia into a safety barrier and forcibly tear through space to rush over here.
Logaris lifted his head and first saw the enormous Golden Dragon. He froze for a moment.
Then he saw the man standing opposite it.
The man in a black windcoat, elegant, with a mocking smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.
Ifreles.
Logaris’s brain stopped working for a full second.
“Fuck.”
A beautifully authentic curse slipped straight out of his mouth.
Logaris felt his temples throbbing as a deep sense of absurdity welled up inside him.
He had just fought for his life to kill that Grand Duke of Wrath.
So why was there another one here?
Were these things wholesale goods?
Was hell running some kind of buy-one-get-one-free promotion?
“An avatar…”
Logaris reacted quickly.
The one he had killed, and the one standing in front of him now, were probably both avatars.
“This really… never ends.”
Logaris straightened up, and crimson surged once more into the depths of his eyes.
He wanted to enter Demonization again.
But his body cried out in protest. His bones throbbed with agony, and his muscles spasmed violently.
“Move… damn you!”
He let out a low roar and forcibly drove the pitiful trace of demon bloodline still left in his body.
Crack.
Only a single pitch-black horn pushed out from the right side of his forehead, savage and twisted.
The clothes on his back exploded apart, but only one badly tattered Aether Wing unfurled, making him look like a fallen angel with a broken wing.
Half-Demonization.
This was his limit now.
Logaris turned toward the still-stunned Leonard and Victor and bellowed:
“Old Lion! Victor! Stop watching the show!”
“That thing is an avatar of one of Hell’s Grand Dukes! If you don’t want to die, then attack together!”
“Move!”
Leonard did not know the full cause and effect, but he was a genuine royalist through and through. That Golden Dragon was obviously on their side, and that made the dragon’s enemy Leonard’s sworn enemy.
He glanced at the Golden Dragon, clearly already at the end of its strength, then at Logaris, half-dead but still ferocious as ever.
At last, those lion eyes blazing with killing intent locked onto Ifreles.
“Filth from hell dares run wild in this world?”
Leonard rolled his neck, and a chain of cracking pops rang out from his spine.
Boom!
A terrifying surge of Battle Aura belonging to a Seventh-Tier powerhouse shot into the sky, condensing behind him into the phantom image of a roaring lion over a hundred meters tall. The pressure of it caused all the snow within ten li to sublime instantly.
“Since you came, don’t even think about leaving!”
Leonard crossed a hundred meters in a single step. The heavy sword in his hand came crashing down with enough force to split mountains and shatter stone.
Ifreles gave a cold snort and raised a dark red shield of flame, trying to block it.
Clang—!!!
The metallic explosion of striking steel made Victor’s eardrums ache even from afar.
The frozen earth beneath Ifreles’s feet collapsed instantly. Cracks spread like a spiderweb for a full thousand meters, and his entire body was smashed half a meter into the ground like a nail.
“This old bastard…”
Ifreles’s expression shifted.
This old lion was even stronger than he had expected.
Before he could even catch his breath, the sky above him darkened.
Taking advantage of the instant Ifreles stiffened, the Golden Dragon slammed down one enormous golden claw with a shrieking howl that tore through the air.
Bang!
Ifreles had only just blocked the heavy sword when the dragon’s claw struck him head-on, hammering him deeper into the ground like a nail.
“Frost Secret Sword · Execution!”
Victor did not stay idle either.
He knew he could not win in a head-on clash, but he was very good at being a nuisance.
Dozens of ice spikes shot out low across the ground, locking precisely onto Ifreles’s joints. They could not truly injure him, but they severely restricted his movement.
“You damned insect!”
Ifreles was furious.
Boom!
Dark red hellfire erupted, shattering the ice spikes and forcing Leonard back.
He had just started to counterattack when his body suddenly went rigid.
The space around him… had frozen solid.
Not far away, Logaris was down on one knee. That lone eye was fixed on him, while incomprehensible syllables spilled from his mouth.
That damned High Demonic Tongue again!
Ifreles felt as though he had fallen into a vat of glue. Even lifting a hand had become difficult.
Slash!
Leonard’s heavy sword, as broad and thick as a door panel and wrapped in the terrifying Battle Aura of a Seventh-Tier powerhouse, cut straight into his right shoulder without the slightest obstruction.
The crisp crack of breaking bone was swallowed by the dull, wet sound of the blade burying itself in flesh. Ifreles did not even have time to feel the pain before his entire right arm was already flying into the sky.