novelraw Chapter 681 451: Mahākāla
Chapter 681 451: Mahākāla
"Master Sang Jie, now we shall see who is truly superior."
Boyan Temur squinted slightly, looking at the human bone necklace around the other's neck; each bone brimmed with lingering grudge, an exceedingly powerful magical artifact.
"This one is the skull of a boy betrayed by his lover, forever longing; this one, the skull from the Balatu Tribe slaughtered by the Huer Nalu Tribe, the last to be killed, the skull of Balatu's thousand-household chief; and this one..."
The Shaman Priest riding the white horse frowned: "Enough, Master, are you boasting about your magical artifact?"
"This old monk has no such intention, merely wishes to inform you— all beings suffer."
"Ha, is the master preaching to me?"
Boyan Temur sneered; over the years, the bald monks of the grasslands had thrown olive branches to him, yet his cultivation came from the insight of True Spirit of Longevity Heaven, obtained from wandering the Great Grassland, rather than the monks, who were quite different from him.
"Alas, you are truly obsessed."
"Masters, stop debating, the enemy is about to accelerate and begin their charge, if there is a way to defeat them, please act swiftly."
Boyan Temur, following the two masters, impatiently spoke.
Though he was also a brother to Yesen, they were not of one biological mother, unlike Beiluo, who was more esteemed by Yesen. His abilities were rather ordinary; seeing the enemy's fierce might made him truly uneasy.
Yesen had given him this elite force, yet they hardly seemed a match for those ferocious foes opposite.
Master Sang Jie looked into the distance at the approaching "Black Dragon", his face grim, voice low: "Having stolen the fortune of numerous dragons, he bears the unique Dragon Vein Fortune of the East. Fortunately, he comes from the Land of the West, otherwise he would be another fierce hero stirring storms."
Boyan Temur sneered: "Is the master afraid?"
"Afraid, not so much. The Demon Dragon is fierce, but this old monk has ways to subdue dragons; however, I have yet to discern the enemy's reality. Among those foreign riders hide several formidable energies; they are likely exotic evil cultivators, their strength extraordinary."
Master Sang Jie shook his head.
"Let me probe the depths of these foreigners!"
Boyan Temur stomped the ground, causing thin fissures to emerge, a wild wind surged, forming a gigantic human face, looking down from the sky.
"Longevity Heaven bestows me with mighty power, to eliminate demonic forces."
Jeanne frowned slightly: "It's the aura of Nature's spirit."
Though she had richer experience battling dark creatures, her understanding of the natural magic akin to the Celts' Druid sect was truly limited.
Not only Jeanne, but the others as well.
The Celts, in their era, either dwelled tens of thousands of miles away or were on the brink of extinction; they had their unique magic system, secluded from the world at the edge of European civilization.
Losa sensed something too, lifting his head to gaze at the human face composed of clouds in the sky.
In that moment, he felt immense hostility, as if the entire world was rejecting him.
Against the world?
Sounded rather exciting.
A smile appeared beneath Losa's mask; if he defeated Zhu Qizhen, or any of Yesen's Grandmasters, the mission would be accomplished, and even if he failed, he could try again.
So, knowing well that this battle was far from easy, his mindset remained quite relaxed.
Boom!
A ground fissure emerged beneath Eclipse's feet; Eclipse hurriedly jumped over the chasm, while Losa hastily raised his spear to signal everyone to rein their horses and avoid.
"Boyan Temur, leave the enemy leader to me!"
"This old monk shall go."
The shriveled Demon Monk, like an iron ball shot from a Grand General Cannon, crashed into the empty ground between the armies.
Once the smoke cleared.
The shriveled old man revealed an immensely muscular and imposing figure before everyone.
"Arogika!"
The Demon Monk formed a magic seal with both hands, as the roar akin to a lion resounded, a series of bright lamps emerged around him, seemingly the initial act of some ritualistic covenant, further elevating the intense aura within him.
"Mahakala, Great Black Deity descends!"
His body turned black, holding a Yue Blade and a Gabhala Bowl, which was pure white and crystal-clear; a closer look revealed a wailing Golden Dragon coiled around it.
This was the artifact consecrated by the Demon Monk of the Yuan dynasty, who plundered the Six Tombs of the Southern Song Dynasty, using the skull of Emperor Lizong of Song for its creation.
His face bore no longer sorrow and compassion but the Furious Vajra: "Om, Ma, Ni, Pa, Mi, Hum."
The Six-Word Mantra was uttered slowly.
With each word, it was as if boundless might descended upon him.
The first word, and a thin line emerged from his brow, a blood-veined eyeball squeezed out, glaring fiercely at the enemy before him.
The second word appeared, and layers of black lion mane emerged, like a protective neck guard.
The third word appeared, and black flames burst forth from his surface.
The fourth word appeared, black flames formed a burning black elephant beneath his feet.
The fifth word appeared, holding a Goblet Bowl, blood seeped out layer by layer, the Golden Dragon was thrown in, emitting a painful howling sound.
The sixth word appeared, the Yue Blade, originally the size of an arm, expanded into a gigantic axe spear.
The mantra was finished.
The Furious Foreign Monk had already grown to three meters tall, standing on top of the black elephant, charging fiercely towards the mission cavalry.
Woodland archers and armored archers shot armor-piercing arrows in succession, yet before getting close, they were turned to ash by the black flames.
"Furin, Venezia, Hans, you three deal with that guy."
Losa pointed to Boyan Temur.
"Nina, Kurs, Nia, you three act according to the situation, ready to assist at any time."
"Jeanne, focus on leading the army, Prajna will assist."
"As for this demon monk, leave him to me."
Losa shouted.
Though this foreign monk seemed like a demon, in fact, his aura was completely devoid of any evil, a complete clergy serving the True God, Jeanne's attack would not have restraining effects.
But this foreign monk dealing with Prajna and the other dark creatures was very effective.
Therefore, he decided to personally deal with this foreign monk.
Neither army dared to act rashly, watching with astonishment as the foreign monk, now clearly not human, faced off against Losa.
In Losa's hands, the Duke's New Spear extended several meters, charging headfirst during an eclipse, leaving fiery traces on the ground as he went, covering his body, pouring out hellfire from the gaps in the iron armor meant to deceive.
The Holy Cross Plate Armor sensed Losa was isolated and alone, and its strengthening power descended on him once more.
Boom—
The new spear thrusted out, the foreign monk raised the giant axe to block Losa's spear.
Losa showed a surprised expression, having activated half-dragon transformation, though this state had become customary for him, it didn't mean the power it contained had weakened in comparison to the past, and considering the attribute points gained from killing the serpent monster, his current combat power already surpassed that of most five-star attendants of the same level.
The foreign monk roared, black fire flowed down the giant axe, striking towards him.
Losa was about to dodge, but unexpectedly the foreign monk's vertical eye on his brow opened wide, and his body suddenly felt like it was trapped in quagmire, every movement required more force than before, instantly reducing his speed.
But at this moment.
Lavinia's decree descended from the sky, penetrating the foreign monk's protective black flames, directly affecting the foreign monk's body, reducing his speed to the same level as Losa.
Though both were weakened, their mounts were unaffected.
The black elephant's giant trunk swung towards the eclipse, the immense force struck the eclipse's faceplate, immediately denting it inward, a layer meant only for deception, seemingly sturdy but actually just a thin layer.
The eclipse was furious, baring a mouth full of teeth, spitting hellfire at the black elephant.
The two exchanged blows, if not for Losa's urging, it would have continued to tangle for quite some time.
Suddenly, the foreign monk hurled the blood-filled bone bowl in his hand, which rapidly expanded, enveloping Losa from head to toe, the reflected red glow emitted an exceedingly terrifying suction force, attempting to devour Losa within.
Furin was about to act, but Jeanne pulled her back: "Don't go, trust the master's strength, the Eastern divine official's power looks evil, but the restraining effect on your type of dark creatures is very pronounced, don't think because he uses blood, you use blood, you can restrain him."
Furin hesitated for a moment but still said: "Why can he use blood magic and still restrain us?"
Jeanne chuckled: "In medieval world among the West Slavs, the ones best at handling demons are always those who seal demons inside themselves and don't live long, demon hunters, and the Eastern priest is the same, although he uses demonic power, he serves the True God."
"Bah, what kind of True God is that?"
Furin was somewhat disgruntled.
Looking gloomier than their Blood Royal Court, yet he's part of a True God sect, so does it mean their royal court is wicked for no reason?
Prajna spoke: "Let the master face it alone, in this world, no matter who dies, it doesn't affect the reality, even if we fail, it just means we start over, this trial opportunity is hard to come by."
Her expression was calm, if it were reality, she would have already gone to help Losa fight.
Jeanne nodded in agreement: "Follow the master's previous arrangement, Prajna, you alone break through from the enemy's flank, as you approach, summon the Mad Hunt Cavalry to assault the enemy formation, we'll strive to shatter the enemy's interception of our 5000 men in one blow and directly attack their central army."
Prajna nodded slightly: "Leave it to me."
She opened her hand, a brush appeared in her hand.
Cherinita and Kurs, without anyone knowing, had vanished, yet from the sky, with the Shaman Boyan Temur overlooking them with a giant face, he was the first to perceive a dangerous aura, concentrating and guarding vigilantly.