Chapter 309
Chapter 309. Great Battle (Part 2)
The instant Harrison saw the yellow sand, it directly blocked off all his senses.
The golden sand surged toward Harrison. In an instant, it covered his exposed skin, his eyes, his mouth and nose, and his ears.
After covering them, the sand was still not satisfied and continued surging deeper.
Then came the feeling that something was pressing down on his robe.
Harrison could not see now. There was only a black curtain over his eyelids. He could not hear, because the yellow sand had tightly blocked his ear canals.
He could not smell, because the yellow sand had no scent at all. He could only smell the faint scent inside his own nasal passages.
What terrified him even more was that the yellow sand tightly surrounded his body, leaving his sense of touch able to perceive only pressure. Aside from that, he could sense nothing at all.
He did not know whether he was still in the air or had already fallen to the ground. He did not know whether the enemy was in front of him or had already moved behind him.
Even when he struggled with all his strength, all he could feel was the tremendous pressure of that yellow sand!
Even when he fiercely folded one leg forward and changed his body’s posture, what he felt was still that omnipresent pressure!
What made him even more uncomfortable was that the yellow sand had nearly filled his airway and lungs, leaving him unable to breathe!
That unbearable feeling accompanied him constantly. No matter how he struggled, he could not escape it.
He could only feel his body’s functions being continuously stimulated in this desperate situation, waiting for a fall that might come at some unknown moment.
Instead, at this moment, his mind began thinking chaotically about his own situation, as well as the scattered fragments of Fulan and Cyril’s conversation that his brain had remembered.
He felt incomparable discomfort, as well as the terror of being powerless to resist...
The perspective shifted outside. After Fulan’s sneak attack failed, she could only activate [Heart of Quicksand] and directly bind Harrison, the airborne target.
“What a pity. If that strike had succeeded, I could have used [Heart of Quicksand] to bind another person directly. Then in a one-on-one fight, I would have been almost certain to win.”
Fulan did not know that someone had warned him just now, causing her attack to miss. But that no longer mattered.
She looked downward at Cyril on the ground. Only now did a slight reaction appear on his face, revealing a shocked expression.
Fulan’s body sank with the momentum, and she used [Heavenly Sky Strike] again. Her body plummeted rapidly downward, and she used Elven Swordsmanship to adjust her direction, launching a fierce strike toward Cyril.
However, to Fulan’s surprise, when she continued attacking, she saw Cyril’s figure turn blurry. When Fulan’s weapon struck that blurred figure, it hit nothing at all.
The bat smashed heavily into the ground, cracking the yellow earth. At the center of the heavy impact, there was even a scorched black pit.
Fulan raised her head and discovered that Cyril had already appeared behind Matthew, while the blurred figure from before had vanished.
Cyril’s face was somewhat pale. It seemed that the movement just now had consumed a great deal of his strength. He bit his lip tightly and said,
“She is the trial participant who wants to pass this trial.”
After seeing Fulan’s actions and the intense Sunflame on her weapon, Cyril arrived at this conclusion.
Combining it with the previous changes in the positions of all the Emissaries, Cyril almost instantly guessed Fulan’s identity and what she intended to do.
He did not know how she intended to obtain the Sunflame Knight profession while possessing the identity of an Emissary of a god.
But there was one thing he was very clear about: Fulan was determined to obtain this trial.
Her identity as an Emissary allowed Fulan to avoid being besieged by the other Emissaries at the beginning. It also allowed Fulan to blend into the group of Emissaries.
Moreover, if Cyril had not guessed wrong, when every Emissary arrived at the trial, they had all been placed in positions where there was almost no one around.
Cyril could even imagine that before encountering their group of three, Fulan had killed every single isolated Emissary she had met.
This made his breathing quicken slightly. He immediately took action and transmitted a message through his bloodline to the dragonkind around him.
“Kill this female Emissary immediately. Otherwise, we will not be able to complete the task entrusted to us by the gods.”
After sending this message, Cyril began preparing for battle. But after Matthew received the message, he did not act immediately. Instead, he turned his head toward Cyril and asked,
“She wants to kill us.”
Cyril was very confused as to why Matthew would ask such an obvious question. Could he not see that all kinds of skill radiance were already emerging from Fulan’s hand? Even so, he still answered,
“She does want to kill us. Stop asking. She is attacking...”
Fulan took the lead and began attacking. A tiny fiery-red sphere appeared in her palm, then the sphere directly shattered under the gazes of the two men, shooting several rays toward them.
“That is Flame Ray.”
Cyril immediately recognized it as [Flame Ray], a very standard First-Tier Spell.
However, the form this ray took made Cyril somewhat puzzled. First, the ray should have shot out directly at the moment of casting, instead of first manifesting as a sphere.
Second, this Flame Ray had almost no guidance time before it directly attacked. This was very abnormal.
The other party was the Emissary of some god. Logically speaking, if she had mastered Flame Ray, it should only have been because she obtained the spell during Spirit Realm exploration.
But spells obtained from the Spirit Realm were almost impossible to use without guidance time. Only those Alliance mages could use various techniques to cast spells quickly.
Third, within the flames of this Flame Ray, Cyril sensed a familiar fluctuation.
There was no time to think further. Cyril swept his hand in front of himself, and a transparent, blurred curtain appeared before him.
The flames shot straight onto the curtain. Although they did not pierce through it, the familiar feeling transmitted from them shocked Cyril somewhat.
“This really is Dragon Flame.”
He turned his head to the side. Matthew did not dodge this attack. Instead, from the sleeve of his black robe, a massive wall of wings extended.
That was right. Feathers grew from Matthew’s sleeve, and those black feathers grew rapidly, directly helping Matthew block the attack.
The black feathers burned fiercely. Matthew reacted quickly and realized that there was something wrong with the flames on them.
His other hand extended a carapace-like scythe and directly cut off the other arm. A portion of the black sleeve was also cut away with it.
Although Matthew’s ability surprised him somewhat, Cyril still decided to focus first on the battle before him.
“Go up and help me intercept her. I need to guide a Divine Spell.”
“All right.”
Matthew wasted no words. His feet abruptly stretched, making the hem of his black robe rise rapidly. Then his rear foot pushed off, and Matthew’s body flew out.
Looking carefully, the thing Matthew had just stretched out as a foot had three claws and a slightly narrow sole. It did not resemble a human foot at all, nor did it resemble a dragon’s hind limb.
Facing Matthew’s attack, Fulan did not dodge.
She turned sideways and advanced, holding the bat in one hand while beginning to guide a spell with the other.
A slender claw extended from Matthew’s shortened sleeve. On that claw, one could see a cold gleam like steel.
He raised the claw high, then slashed fiercely toward Fulan. The Shield Spell Fulan had cast with her other hand was released directly onto her bat.
Because she had injected too much Mental Power into the Shield Spell she released, the Shield Spell directly burst apart the instant it was cast onto the bat.
This was a small technique of the Sword Chant School, [Counter-Shield]. Although the Sword Chant School was not as skilled as ordinary mages at bombarding enemies with spells,
in close-quarters combat, they were very good at using strange spells to help themselves gain an advantage.
Matthew’s claw did not even touch the shield on Fulan’s bat before it was knocked back by the impact force produced by the thin membrane that suddenly appeared and vanished.
He felt as though that hand of his had been pressed down by tremendous force, leaving it almost beyond his control. His claw rushed upward, then recoiled backward.
This enormous movement made him lose balance in an instant. His footing failed to recover for a moment, and both arms were raised high, exposing his vulnerable abdomen.
Fulan pressed her advantage. The red light on her bat grew even brighter. She turned her body and smashed horizontally toward Matthew.
If nothing unexpected happened, once Matthew was struck by this blow containing Sunflame, he would practically lose half his life and would find it difficult to carry out any further attacks.
“Greater Slow.”
At the critical moment, a voice appeared directly beside Fulan’s ear, causing Fulan’s movements to slow slightly, as though some force had pressed down on her hand.
But in the very next second, Fulan broke through the suppression of that power and swung her weapon toward Matthew once more.
However, everything was already a little too late. Matthew made his move almost instantly. His abdomen swelled directly, as though something was about to break out through the black robe.
After Fulan’s Sunflame struck that bulging abdomen, although it sank inward somewhat, there was still a force that bounced Fulan’s weapon away.
Fulan focused her eyes and saw a green gelatinous mass appear at the damaged part of Matthew’s black robe. It was this thing that had deflected Fulan’s attack.
Fulan turned her gaze toward Cyril in the distance. A patch of skin on his face had wrinkled slightly, like a page. It seemed that with one tear, his skin could be ripped away.
This was the Emissary ability granted to Cyril by the Scroll Dragon. All believers of the Scroll Dragon possessed one ability: to record techniques they had seen and later release them through pages.
Of course, it was not the kind of ability that could be recorded after seeing it only once. In many cases, one had to understand the technique to a certain extent before it could be recorded.
For ordinary believers of the Scroll Dragon, the number of pages they could possess was limited. But Cyril was different. He was the Emissary of the Scroll Dragon.
Not only did he possess more pages that could be used as records, he could also access the books recorded by the Scroll Dragon himself and choose suitable techniques from them to record onto his own pages.
It could be said that as the Emissary of the Scroll Dragon, he was the person in this world who possessed the most techniques.
With the support of many techniques, he could use quite a few techniques capable of influencing the course of battle.
Cyril looked toward Fulan. As long as the other party did not eliminate him immediately, the many techniques he released would be enough to defeat Fulan.
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