Chapter 310
Chapter 310. Great Battle (Part 3)
Cyril immediately displayed the powerful techniques he had obtained from his god’s Scroll Library.
He clapped his hands together, and the cyan blood vessels on his palms immediately appeared, bulging against his skin. Then those blood vessels instantly turned red and bright.
It was not only Cyril. Matthew, who stood in front of him, was also affected by this technique. On the part of his face that was slightly exposed, one could also see a vivid red color flowing across it.
Fulan immediately guessed that this was a technique that strengthened the body. She did not pay too much attention to it, because a single body-strengthening technique alone was simply not enough to contend against her.
Reality proved the same. Fulan merely slid forward slightly and chopped down with her bat. Even though Matthew once again used his scythe to block, he still found it difficult to withstand the power of Sunflame.
Her bat swept toward Matthew and cut the carapace-like scythe apart. There was no sound of weapons colliding at all.
Matthew was also unaccustomed to fighting someone who possessed Sunflame techniques. Otherwise, he absolutely would not have subconsciously used his scythe to block the damage, giving Fulan an attack opportunity for nothing.
Seeing that he had failed to block the attack, Matthew immediately fell backward slightly, pulling open a bit of distance so that Fulan’s bat would not strike him directly.
But Fulan’s offensive did not stop. Taking advantage of the fact that Matthew had not yet adjusted his posture, she turned again and swung her bat horizontally.
Matthew did not have enough distance to respond to the bat, and he had no good method to deal with the Sunflame on it. He could only continuously change his posture and pull backward.
Seeing Matthew repeatedly fall into danger, Cyril could only use “Greater Slow” again, allowing Matthew to catch his breath slightly.
Relying on Cyril’s support, Matthew continued entangling Fulan in close combat. Then, when the situation eased slightly, Cyril directly opened a book that had appeared in his hand at some unknown time.
“Sword Dance.”
“Enhanced Shield.”
“Defensive Aura.”
“Flame Shield.”
...
Every time he spoke the name of a technique, Fulan could see the page pinched between Cyril’s fingers disappear. Then he hurriedly pinched the next page.
At the same time, Fulan could also see that every time Cyril spoke the name of a technique, his expression grew a few shades paler, as though doing this doubled his consumption.
The techniques Cyril used did not only manifest on his own body. The same techniques even appeared on Matthew’s body.
The flames covering Matthew’s body, as well as the ability brought by “Defensive Aura” to prevent attacks from continuing forward, allowed Matthew to barely block Fulan’s bat.
Flames burned across Matthew’s body. Although Sunflame manifested as red light, in the end, it was still fire. So when facing the flames on Matthew’s body, Fulan still could not directly cleave through him.
And that was not all. Matthew also had the enhancement techniques Cyril had cast on him.
Fulan watched Matthew wave a spike shaped like a spear and thrust it straight toward her.
She looked at the fluctuation similar to “Sword Dance” on Matthew’s spike and felt somewhat dumbfounded. Was that a sword? How could Sword Dance be used on it?
Clearly, the techniques Cyril could release were highly abnormal. Although Fulan also had many enhancement techniques, she could maintain at most two at once. Any more than that, and she could only cancel previous spells.
That was why Fulan had never become a buff-stacking warrior. Although stacking enhancement techniques was extremely powerful, she alone simply could not use many enhancement techniques at once.
For Fulan, using those two enhancement techniques was inferior to directly throwing spells or going up for Sunflame close combat. With that much time, she could have killed the enemy already.
But clearly, the techniques Cyril released were an exception. Under normal circumstances, even a Third-Tier Mage would be unable to maintain this many enhancement spells.
It was not only Cyril who displayed his strength as an Emissary. Now that Matthew was finally able to contend against Fulan, he also displayed his power as an Emissary.
The spike Matthew thrust toward Fulan did not hit her. Fulan merely dodged sideways, directly letting the spike pass beneath her armpit.
But that was not the end. A faint smile appeared on Matthew’s face, and Fulan seemed to hear the sound of something growing.
The spike on Matthew’s hand suddenly burst open. Several spikes almost instantly pierced through Fulan’s arm and shoulder.
As for the position of her abdomen, it was blocked by the Shield Spell and Hard Scaled Rock Fulan temporarily used.
Seeing Fulan’s arm injured by Matthew, Cyril immediately revealed a smile.
It had to be said that Fulan’s strength was truly somewhat frightening.
It was not only her extraordinary Sunflame techniques, which made the protection on Matthew, an Emissary, unable to resist.
One had to know that even though Matthew had been dodging left and right earlier, desperately avoiding Fulan’s attacks and making it seem as though he had lowered the level of an Emissary’s strength,
Cyril knew that if the Sunflame techniques Fulan used were not far too powerful, things absolutely would not have looked like this.
He recognized who the carapace-like scythe and spikes Matthew had just used came from. They came from the Second-Tier Monster, the Iron-Eating Giant Spider.
The carapace on its body had always been something that gave adventurers headaches, because this carapace almost covered the magical creature’s entire body.
Even the Adventurers’ Guild’s Sunflame techniques could not easily break through this magical creature’s carapace. Cyril had learned this from the books stored within his faith.
From this, one could imagine that although the scythe Matthew used could not be called the substance with the strongest defense among the Second Tier, it was close.
Even so, Fulan had still split it in two with one strike. That alone was enough to show how refined the other party’s Sunflame techniques were.
As for why Matthew could transform parts of his body into weapons from this magical creature, that made Cyril extremely curious.
He was rather eager to know which dragon god Matthew worshiped. What kind of dragon god was it, to actually possess such an ability?
Cyril even felt that this still was not the full extent of the strength Fulan had displayed.
He glanced toward the sphere wrapped in yellow sand in the sky from the corner of his eye, and a drop of cold sweat ran down his face.
He knew why that sphere was still there. It was because Harrison was still struggling inside it, and that sphere was being used to restrain him.
In other words, while Fulan was maintaining control over an Emissary known for strength, she had also nearly suppressed the two of them into a disadvantageous position.
“If we really had scattered apart, perhaps she would have dealt with us one by one.”
Thinking of this, a trace of lingering fear involuntarily flashed through Cyril’s mind. If Fulan had truly succeeded, then their mission here could be considered a failure.
“Fortunately, we gathered together because of the dragonkind’s resonance.”
A trace of relief flashed through Cyril’s heart.
There was a reason he was not focusing on the battlefield at this moment and was instead thinking about a pile of unrelated things.
It was because he had almost burned himself out. At most, he could force himself to release two more techniques at the cost of his consciousness shattering.
Although the book in his hand still had pages, that did not mean his mind could endure it.
Moreover, his mind was already extremely unfocused, and bursts of severe pain erupted in his brain from time to time. This made it even harder for him to concentrate on the matter before him.
And he had already observed that Fulan’s arm had been pierced through by Matthew. Fulan, who had already lost one hand, could not possibly be Matthew’s opponent.
That was why he was letting his thoughts wander here. It was also to ease the pain in his brain.
However...
The sharp pain from his chest briefly pulled his thoughts back. He lowered his head and saw only a hand wreathed in white light thrust directly into his body.
At this moment, he could already feel warm liquid splashing everywhere from his chest. Fulan’s strike seemed to have directly pierced through his heart, causing all the blood inside to gush out.
He raised his head slightly. As he lost consciousness, he still felt some confusion. Why had the arm that attacked him been the arm Matthew had pierced through? He clearly remembered that this place had already been injured, yet he saw no obstruction whatsoever when Fulan swung it.
Fulan had not expected this sneak attack to go so smoothly. The other party had not even dodged and had simply stood in place, taking it head-on.
But directly killing Cyril was also a good thing. She turned her head and looked back, only to see Matthew’s aura suddenly freeze, then directly fall.
This was because Cyril had left the Spirit Realm, causing the techniques he had released on Matthew to lose effect.
At this moment, Matthew did not take advantage of the fact that the enhancements on his body had not yet vanished to launch an attack.
That was because he knew that even with these enhancements on him, he might not necessarily be able to defeat Fulan.
The fact that Fulan’s arm had just glowed and then directly twisted off his long spike was proof.
He had not even been able to stop Fulan from ambushing Cyril. So at this moment, he gave up on defeating Fulan and instead began planning another matter.
That was the task his god had given him: to make Fulan carry something marked with a mark.
He knew very well that it was no longer very possible to use his dragon tail to carve a mark on Fulan’s back, because he had no such opportunity.
At the moment when he lost his enhancements, the flames on his weapon had already faded, leaving him unable to block Fulan’s Sunflame.
Under these circumstances, he could at most dodge for one minute before Fulan killed him directly with Sunflame.
An idea flashed through Matthew’s mind, and he thought of a method with a very high chance of success.
When Fulan charged toward him, he did not resist. He directly allowed Fulan to use Sunflame to split his body open from top to bottom.
Facing this scene of no resistance, Fulan was somewhat surprised. But after thinking for only a moment, she ignored the corpse on the ground that had been split open and was turning somewhat illusory.
She turned and looked toward the yellow sand sphere in the air. Her palm contracted, and the sphere arrived in front of Fulan. The upper portion suddenly scattered.
Before Harrison could rejoice at breaking through this restraint, a streak of red light cleaved toward his head.
His arms were still restrained by the yellow sand. He could only watch helplessly as the red light fell before his eyes, then lose consciousness.
“It is finally resolved. If I had managed to ambush and take down that flying one at the start, it would not have been this troublesome.”
Fulan stretched her body and sighed in relief. Just as she was about to look up at the sky and search for her next target, she caught sight of something from the corner of her eye.
It was where Matthew had died. At this moment, something was lying there quietly.
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