Chapter 65: LXV. Hexagonal Warrior
The bidirectional, twisting spiral produced flames that scraped out high-temperature heat waves. With a sense of unity between Heaven and man, Marcus deployed his bizarre technique of stepping through the air.
Marcus aimed for the strongest here, Morison, intending to take his life within three seconds.
At this moment, Marcus’s power and speed had increased several times over from before.
Under the augmentation of the Object Manipulation Magic, wooden needles rained down on Morison like piercing raindrops. As his crimson blade spun to break them, the wood splintered, and Marcus was already lunging forward.
Row upon row of wooden stakes pierced out from beneath the Array Seal, enveloping Morison from left, right, and above, sealing him tightly as if in a coffin.
Morison didn’t have enough time to split the wood, and several more slender stakes penetrated through, the spiral’s high-temperature heat wave causing the flames to spread along them. Roots and vines followed, binding his limbs and trying to limit his movements.
Even if Morison cut through all the binds, he would still be scalded by the flames.
Meanwhile, Marcus’s Special Large Spiral Sword also thrust forward. The force field’s shift accelerated its speed, making it an unstoppable force as it surged forward, putting Morison at an absolute disadvantage.
Even Morison frowned in concern. In his previous fight with Zahak, he had spent more stamina than necessary in pursuit of a quick victory, not expecting that ultimately the Boss wouldn’t be Zahak but this priest from the port.
These remnants of Old Aran weren’t just a little strong; they were fearsome characters.
Morison’s elbow Wing Blades unfolded, cutting through all the roots and vines. Faces with flames, he instantly unleashed three strikes, tearing through the wooden lid above him and hastily retreated to avoid the impending danger.