Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 189 - 187: I’m Really Trying to Keep Control

The Desolate God, which had been unresponsive to all other attacks, instinctively turned toward the Wolf-eared Maiden as Mivana drew near.

"Ha, looks like it’s finally lost its mind. Nothing left but pure instinct."

Westheid laughed at the sight. "So you want to break the Chaos Source God’s curse?"

Unfortunately, the Desolate God still possessed a fundamental directive: it had to advance toward the Order Territory. Luring it back into the Chaos Domain was impossible.

But it didn’t matter. As long as the Lady Knight’s bloodline curse was manifest, it would keep the Desolate God stalled, making it wander within the range of Endless Resentment.

"Mivana! You don’t need to attack so aggressively. Just protect yourself."

Westheid took the opportunity to let the Wolf-eared Maiden rest. If he had to say, she had the worst endurance of the three. It wasn’t about stamina; the drain on her sanity was what was hard to recover from.

"And Reiya, cover Mivana."

The Silver-haired Princess’s elegant brows furrowed slightly. "Why me...?"

Reiya wanted to protect Westheid more than Mivana.

However, Westheid didn’t seem to understand what Reiya meant and immediately explained:

"Because this time, I’m the carry!"

Westheid’s Dragon Thunder might not be as pure as Reiya’s, but its true damage critical hits were only effective against Dragon Species. Its anti-Chaos properties weren’t as strong.

On the other hand, the Flame of Extinction, as the Power of Order from a Great Demon, was a natural enemy to Chaos.

In other words, in this fight, Westheid was the one with the highest damage output!

"ROAR—"

The deep, violent roar seemed poised to rip the heavens apart. A storm formed from the Power of Chaos swirled around the Desolate God, making it nearly impossible to approach.

Westheid only dared to attack from a distance, launching blades of light and constantly using the Flame of Extinction to wear down the Desolate God’s presence. However, the creature still paid him no mind, instead rushing toward Mivana. It raised a massive hoof and, with an agility that defied its colossal frame, threw an elbow strike at her.

Although the elbow strike didn’t actually connect with the Wolf-eared Maiden, the wave of force from the storm that preceded it did.

"BOOM—"

It was unavoidable. Mivana was struck hard by the storm’s impact and sent flying.

But the Desolate God wasn’t finished. It threw a second elbow strike, which was about to hit Mivana.

"BOOM—"

Reiya threw a Sunlight Spear just in time. The ultimate Dragon Thunder buried itself in the mountain-like forelimb of the Desolate God, causing the Chaos Monster to stagger slightly. As a result, only the aftershock of the storm grazed Mivana.

The Lady Knight adjusted her posture in mid-air and landed steadily, then looked toward Reiya to thank her.

"Thank you..."

The Silver-haired Dragon Lady said flatly, "West just told me to protect you. We’re comrades in arms, at the very least."

The next moment, however, the Desolate God suddenly switched targets and stomped a foot down at Reiya.

"CLANG—"

It was Mivana who blocked the stomp with her Knight’s Silver Sword. The unbreakable Silver Sword was fine, but the force of the recoil cracked the ground behind Mivana and tore the flesh and bone of the Lady Knight’s arms.

Mivana said, "I’m watching your back."

Reiya gave Mivana a deep look and said,

"Then let’s coordinate. It’s necessary for battle."

Westheid didn’t notice that the two women, who always fought alone, had started to coordinate. His attention was drawn to something else.

Although the Desolate God’s appearance had devoured all the Demons on the field, the Gate of Chaos had not yet closed. New Demons were already pouring out, but their goal wasn’t to charge the front lines.

Instead, they were lining up to throw themselves into the Desolate God’s gaping maw, replenishing its losses.

Westheid saw red. He charged forward and viciously slaughtered the Demons trying to leap into the Desolate God’s mouth.

"Don’t eat! Don’t eat! I told you not to eat!"

The three of them did everything they could to kite the Desolate God, but due to the close proximity, they often had to tank its attacks directly. Only Westheid was slightly better off, as the Demon Power he wielded served as a very effective shield.

Even though Reiya and Mivana both had top-tier sustainability, they couldn’t stand up to the Desolate God’s brutally high stats. Even a minor scrape would take a long time to recover from.

Under the Desolate God’s continuous elbow strikes, even with Mivana and Reiya taking turns tanking the damage, they were gradually becoming overwhelmed. Both the Withered Glory Sun and the Cursed Source Blood were weakened within the Chaos Domain.

’We’re stretched to our absolute limit. We’re really doing everything we can to kite it!’

"Duke Qinghui!"

Just as Westheid and the others had been struggling to hold on for a long time, Hecate’s voice finally called out from a distance:

"The Technique is complete!"

On the land ravaged by the Desolate God, layer after layer of dark purple halos emerged, like a strange and majestic fog descending.

[You are within the area of effect of the Technique]

[Your attacks against Chaos Creatures will now amplify your own power]

The moment the Technique was complete, a roar resembling an elephant’s trumpeting, yet deeper and more terrifying, instantly drowned out all other sounds.

It was followed by a "SZZZLE" like sizzling meat.

Westheid saw wounds begin to open up all over the Desolate God’s body, clearly revealing mangled internal organs and writhing muscles within.

A crimson mist crazily condensed at the wounds, staunching the blood in an instant. Accompanied by a disgusting SQUELCH, tumor-like fleshy lumps rapidly swelled around the injuries.

The Desolate God’s mountain-like body began to melt like snow under a scorching sun. Every inch of its tissue steamed in the dark purple haze as it roared incessantly, as if in extreme agony.

The tables have turned!

Westheid let out a great laugh and immediately flung out several more blades of light. When the crimson-edged assault struck the Desolate God, he felt a massive torrent of heat surging through his limbs.

The enhancement effect was immediate.

’Good!’

Westheid was immediately invigorated. Knowing the power of Endless Resentment, he was completely at ease.

No need to defend, no need to parry. All he had to do now was swing his sword with all his might. Westheid threw reason to the wind; all he knew was that the feeling of slaughtering the Desolate God was good, very good!

It was the same for Mivana and Reiya. After taking a beating for so long, they finally had a chance to unleash a frenzied assault on the Desolate God and vent their pent-up frustration.

Under such an onslaught, the Desolate God soon began to falter. Unable to bear the humiliation, the massive, mountain-like beast let out a roar. It began to stir up a storm and thunder, charging forward with an indomitable aura and a speed that was completely incomparable to before.

The constantly trembling earth testified to the weight of this charge.

Yet Westheid wasn’t the least bit flustered. He knew this was the Desolate God’s final, desperate charge.

"It’s just the desperate struggle of a cornered beast! Reiya! Mivana! Fall back!"

"It’s just one Desolate God! Watch me push it back!"

Westheid waved his hand and took out the Mask of Fallen Heaven. The faceplate had been through the battle with Mivana and looked to be on the verge of shattering, but as a Holy Artifact genuinely suffused with Divine Power, it naturally wouldn’t break so easily. It was just difficult to use again.

However, it had one good quality: the Holy Artifact could slowly restore its Divine Power.

Although the recovery rate was infuriatingly slow, it was still an ace up his sleeve, no matter how you looked at it.

And now was the time to use it. The Mask of Fallen Heaven could enhance at least one attack.

That was enough.

Duke Qinghui took a step forward, drew a deep breath, and activated his Dragon Soul Furnace.

"CHSSS—"

Roaring azure thunder swept across the plains. A clear, cerulean halo enveloped everything, even suppressing the Dirt World Desolate God’s Domain. The dim, gloomy, dark-red mist was annihilated by the lightning.

Dust and gravel escaped the bonds of gravity amidst the electrical arcs, and even larger boulders and chunks of earth were suspended within the thunder domain.

Then came the Flame of Extinction from Shadow-Born.

The Light Armor on Westheid’s own body erupted with crimson embers, like a blazing furnace roaring to life as the bellows were pumped.

After a long buildup, Westheid unleashed his strike.