novelraw Chapter 54 Tanks
Chapter 54 Tanks
It's truly...unbelievable.
A crimson-black evil energy surrounded Elliot, his eyes wide open.
Seventy-seven innocent people were sacrificed, and their grief and despair before death were used to summon the "Shadow of Evil Blade," thereby igniting the fire in their hearts and making them extraordinary.
This technique, originating from the Age of Ignorance, is a method of ascension commonly used by believers in the Painful Miracles, and its effects are exceptional.
Elliott received a reward that even a first-tier transcendent in this era could not obtain—
The rare blue profession: [The Suffering Believer].
The stats provided by blue professions are naturally higher than those of green and white professions.
With the unique ability of [Sinister Blade], Elliot is quite remarkable among first-tier transcendents, possessing considerable strength!
However, the young man before him was different from the first-tier transcendent he had faced before.
He's so strong!
Unlike conventional spells, the Blade of Evil is formed from pain.
Once launched, it requires no manual control and automatically pounces on nearby creatures. Upon impact, it can also inflict a mental attack.
However, what agile movements! Just like a butterfly!
Sigten moved with rhythm, the black and red blades rushing towards him, but he twisted and brushed past them. His once invincible attacks missed one after another, and Elliott was already sweating.
Mist rose from the surface of Sieg's body.
He's in excellent form right now, and his [Left-Way Fighting Technique] moves are exquisite, but that's secondary.
The essence of this skill lies in the practitioner's absolute control over their body.
It's not about superficial control like punching power or step length.
Rather, it refers to more fundamental aspects of bodily functions, such as heart rate, hormone secretion, and metabolic circulation.
Those physiological behaviors that are beyond the control of personal willpower, governed only by the medulla oblongata and belonging to the autonomic nervous system, can be freely controlled by Sieg under the influence of Left-handed Fighting Techniques.
Entering combat mode, he commanded his organs to push to their limits, completely unleashing his body's potential.
Coupled with his already outstanding panel attributes, he is naturally as swift as lightning and as fierce as fire.
"die!"
A dark shadow flashed across Elliott's eye.
He was shocked to find that Sieg, who was just three steps away a second ago, had miraculously appeared beside him.
A crimson-black blade covered his palm, unleashing a sharp edge.
Without thinking, he raised his palm and made a horizontal slash, intending to cut Sieg in two!
Sieg only thought he was superficial.
Without dodging or avoiding, he delivered a straight punch to the heart of the matter, unleashing Sieg's full potential under the control of the unorthodox fighting style.
The heart is a blood pump, the muscles are made of steel, it inhales charcoal fire and spews out soot, and boiling oil flows through its blood vessels; it is a speeding war machine.
It was as if a mountain giant was hidden inside Sieg, his domineering power coursing through his entire body, eagerly seeking release.
The wicked blade struck, only to be shattered by the force of the fist.
Completely destroying everything in its path.
Sieg's fist was even faster, slamming into Elliott's fingers. In an instant, finger bones broke and his wrist exploded.
The white arm bone pierced through the flesh, exposed to the outside.
Blood mist gushed out, and Elliott let out a grotesque howl as he staggered backward.
He looked up sharply, his gaze fixed on Sieg as if he were looking at a monster.
Humans...
Is it possible to possess such a powerful physical body?
Without using any skills, relying solely on his body, he was able to shatter the evil blade and sever one of his arms.
It's simply unbelievable!
As Sieg exerted force from his waist, his body burst forward, the ground behind him shattered in a cone shape, billowing dust rose from the ground, swirling like a dragon into a pillar, and soaring straight into the sky.
Countless stones tumbled and shattered, creating a continuous rumbling sound.
But those commotions were far less impressive than Sieg’s charge; in the blink of an eye, he was beside Elliott.
The earth cracked the moment it landed.
Spiderweb-like cracks appeared, the ground caved in and collapsed. Elliott saw nothing, only a black shadow flashed by and struck his side. The immense impact sent him hurtling towards the mountainside.
Completely unable to react.
This black-haired youth was far too powerful. The combat strength he displayed was definitely not what a first-order transcendent should possess. He kicked Elliott like he was kicking a football.
"call……"
Sieg exhaled a long breath, releasing a plume of white smoke as sharp as an arrow.
A mist rose from his body, swaying like a ribbon. He moved his shoulders and felt completely relaxed, without any sense of stagnation or pain.
Left-handed fighting techniques remain as authoritative as ever.
This feeling of having complete control over one's body, freely realizing one's potential, and wielding all power as if it were an extension of one's own arm, moving forward without hesitation or distraction, is exhilarating!
Most first-tier transcendent beings would have already died by now.
But believers who experience painful miracles face a more challenging situation.
They cultivate themselves through self-torture, possessing formidable vitality. Pain is their nourishment; the more injured and bloodied they are, the stronger they become in combat.
They will only die suddenly when death truly comes.
"Ha, ha!"
Despite being covered in wounds, Elliott was still laughing.
Every part of my body aches!
He jerked his head up, his murky blue eyes gleaming with malice, and roared, his face contorted, "Your Excellency! You have awakened a lion!"
"……funny."
Sieg pressed forward, each step steady and deliberate.
Elliott summoned the Blade of Evil once more.
Despite his severe injuries, his strength actually increased. The crimson-black death energy condensed in his palm was solid and pure, and the energy fluctuations it emitted were so intense that even a second-tier superhuman could only be like this!
He rushed forward, the dripping blood giving him courage, and his speed was no slower than Sieg's.
With a spinning, domineering slash, the crimson-black death aura extended more than three meters, slashing down like a lightsaber.
Instead of dodging, Sieg actively raised his hand, his outstretched arm surrounded by azure flames, its emerald-green luster shimmering and carrying endless vitality.
[King's Gift], Demon King's skill!
Wherever the blue flames shone, the pain vanished, and Elliott's Death Ray Blade was instantly suppressed.
The crimson-black greatsword, which had been swung down, vanished like ice and snow in an instant, and his wrist was easily caught by Sieg.
The vibrant green fire, like a living thing, coiled around his arms, crawling and squeezing into every pore, melting into his blood and flowing towards his heart.
Thunder and rain, are they not divine grace?
Sig's King's Gift can be a powerful healing spell that can nourish the foundation and restore the heart's fire from its slumber.
It could also be a deadly curse, punishing every usurper.
Elliott certainly had no loyalty to Sieg; he wished Sieg dead!
When the azure fire invaded his body, excruciating pain immediately surged forth.
He could endure the whipping of the rattan cane, but those were only superficial wounds.
But the King's Gift erupted within him, scorching his most tender and vulnerable internal organs. An unimaginable tidal wave of pain swept over him; Elliott had never imagined such torture existed in the world!
"Waaaaaah!"
He knelt down on the ground and started rolling around.
Sieg stared down at her, his face full of disdain: "You can't even endure this little bit of pain? Do you really believe in the Mother of All Mothers? You're just a latecomer, not a true believer in suffering... Your manners are terrible!"