Black Sail
Chapter 598 - 215. The living perish and are killed

Chapter 598: 215. The living perish and are killed

The gigantic explosion, even more explosive than a thunderclap on a clear sky, reverberated for a long time.

In the midst of battle, both Liszt and Zote were momentarily stunned, the ground quaking as if trembling, as they focused on stabilizing their stances to avoid showing any openings to the opponent.

A fracture line streaked across the black and red sky, like a collapsing stairway of air; Garscek, who was raging in a killing spree, suddenly had her cloud-cutting wings go rigid, tumbling like a kite with its string cut, spiraling downward struggling toward the earth.

The Judger who had unleashed the Fallen Sky Word Spirit Technique had trembling pupils.

How could this happen?

This kind of soul of words magic could be counted on one hand in existence, and its impact on the Dragon Clan was catastrophic.

Yet, that relatively smaller Silver Dragon was unaffected in the slightest.

Watching Garscek plummet toward the Eternal Sect’s enemy lines, Fafna was startled for only a very brief moment, then hurriedly reacted, swooping below Garscek at maximum speed, gathering all her strength to try and support her.

But the size difference was too vast; even as she propped Garscek up, spreading her wings was utterly impossible, merely gliding swiftly rearward from the sky, ultimately crashing heavily into Silver Moon City engulfed in raging flames, reducing buildings within several hundred meters to rubble and dust, raising a monstrous wave of debris, intensifying the already fiercely burning city.

To Zote, when to cull these ragtag beings was inconsequential, as the Black Rock City church had just completed its main construction ceremony, and Salt Lake City had barely begun to be developed.

He had ample time, and the urgent task was merely to claim the heads of these two Dragons.

Without the support of two Dragons, those Heavy Priests advanced unhindered, while those Time Swords in pristine white robes and Dragon Face Helmets, originally a surprise attack force hidden by arcane arts, now rode the fastest horses, charging directly from the flanks toward Silver Moon City.

A Dragon that cannot fly is nothing but an insect.

As a dragon-slaying expert, the Judger followed closely behind.

The Black Sail group naturally had no clue that Fafna was unaffected; they merely assumed these priests had performed some exceptionally formidable Great Skill, causing both Dragons to instantly lose their combat capability.

Fen’s mind remained calm even at this moment; to him, Fafna was merely a pure killing tool, and if there was a better substitute, he would not hesitate to make the switch.

The dynamics of the battle were changing rapidly, and now Black Sail needed to hold this strategically worthless broken city.

Liszt was engaged in combat with Zote, unable to attend to anything else.

Fen immediately gave orders.

Instructing Wolman, Shadi, the Mercenary Corps Commander, and other leading generals to halt, to hold the gates to the death, for those heavily armored infantry lacked mobility, allowing their enormous load to exhaust some energy before engaging fully in battle.

The two Dragons vanished in the blink of an eye; even Rao Donghai’s daredevil crew wouldn’t engage in unwinnable battles, many had already developed retreat intentions.

Yet, the battlefield is no child’s play.

Those who wished to flee wouldn’t need to wait for the priests to deal with them; Wolman would personally send them to Hell first.

After deploying their troops, Fen spoke sternly.

"Shadi, you and Yoshikawa take some people over there to see what’s happening; Chuan Che, you go too."

Fen dared not delay for even a second; the Holy Spirit Sect had come claiming to research Fafna but had figured nothing out; now Fafna was, alongside the Stele and Overlord Descendant, one of Black Sail’s three most valued assets.

Entrusting the task to Chuan Che posed no problem; last year, he was a member of the Dragon Seeking Team, and chosen by the Lostra Intelligence Bureau, his background and mentality were surely up to par, heavily influenced by Celeste, and dared not act recklessly.

Meanwhile, Rein was a lethal weapon on the battlefield, alongside Wolman, who had the air of a Grand General, and under no circumstances could they leave the battlefield.

At the very forefront,

Liszt only heard sounds like a tank continuously rolling over, the bulk of the Heavy Priests, seemingly cumbersome and unable to be carried by horses, yet their marching speed was exceptionally fast, their exaggeratedly formidable physique resembling that of light infantry.

At this point, they had already surpassed Liszt, who was battling Zote, advancing triumphantly in the direction of the city wall.

With that explosive sound, the situation suddenly reversed to an extreme.

"Truly some skills, you came directly charging intending to claim my head, how unfortunate..."

Zote acknowledged that this person could have held the position of Sergeant in the past; alas, those days were gone. According to the Judger, the Fallen Heaven effect was temporary, not a permanent injury nor a physical harm, but a kind of rule-based force that temporarily deprived Dragons of flight, the duration varying based on each Dragon’s constitution.

Accidents accrue over time; fearing the Time Swords couldn’t settle it, he must personally visit the crash site.

"You son of a..."

Liszt spoke no nonsense, raising his left hand, terrifying spell power erupted, sending a ghostly shadow ten feet high directly slashing at Zote.

Zote had not only his own strength, but this armor, Ten Directions Great Destruction, even in the Royal City battle roughly thirty years ago, even when combatting that man... held its ground.

The all-black armor, crafted by the top Armed Architects of the Western Continent, saw its blood-red circuits begin to fill with energy, the violent arcane energy causing the surrounding air pressure to go awry.

Extreme Sword Skill, extreme power, a weapon seasoned in countless bloodshed.

And that armor radiating crimson light as if breathing and devouring Dead Souls was not metal! But solidified Abyss!

Zote swung his hand, the force drawn from his gauntlet instantly dispelling the towering ghostly shadow.

No other enemies Liszt had encountered were on the same level, the Deputy Director of the Secret Department, a top echelon figure of the current Western Continent.

The shadow of Old Aran, a nightmare of darkness spanning decades of history.

A legendary strike.

Before the blade approached, the air already formed spiderweb-like vacuums. This was not a cut! But an annulment of existence itself!

The Empire Shield-titled Yunkai, a Knight under the Empress.

Black ghostly figures descended en masse from the Netherworld, blocking entirely.

But Zote, stronger than these ghostly forces, and even swifter.

There was only one reason.

"The power entrusted to the Dead Souls is futile; only the living... can annihilate!"

A howling sound ensued.

The Ice Flame Armor crafted by Lanshika Tye was suddenly slashed open with a crack, as blood first streamed from Liszt’s chest, then burst open, red liquid competing to spill out.

Liszt flashed and retreated, the power of the Junlin Sword cauterizing the wound, healing it instantly, yet leaving a permanent scar; he marveled silently, what kind of monster was this!

Even Zote found it inconceivable; in his era, even the Emperor was yet a minor, let alone the eastern expeditions, and Heaven Port had not been built.

In his impression, the East Sea was full of crummy pirates unable to venture into the Narrow Sea, and he still held this view; Liszt far surpassed his expectations.

He had yet to bisect him.

"This time I won’t show you mercy."

Liszt finally roused some anger; there was actually someone he couldn’t instantly take down, the Deputy Director of the Secret Department was beyond ordinary anti-social elements, a heavy blow was imperative!

"After I slay the Dragon, I will battle you again."

Zote had long been fully prepared, drew out a Bone Flute, and blew a note.

A Bone Wing Corpse Bat swooped from behind, its wings spanning five meters, and Zote instantly mounted it.

Liszt wanted to give chase, but this kind of creature Liszt had never seen, though much slower than a Dragon, it still had the power to sweep the skies, carrying Zote as they rose in a sweeping ascent towards Silver Moon City.

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