Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 85 - 84 Mark Burning (Eighth Update)
Chapter 85 -84 Mark Burning (Eighth Update)
Chapter 85 -84 Mark Burning (Eighth Update)
“Charge!”
Above the snowfield, hoofs thundered.
Eric led the way, with Russell and four Knight Attendants, charging towards a small group of Snow Ghosts ahead.
The Knights surged with Battle Qi within them, and Russell was also stirring his Battle Qi. Although all of them were merely Armed Knights, incapable of external Battle Qi release, the surging Qi still generated a mysterious resonance.
This resonance connected the entire Knight squadron as a whole, mutually amplifying each others’ combat strength.
Kevin the Gold and Silver Wolfhound also joined the team. The Prime Breath within him could also enhance the Qi resonance, giving him a certain degree of amplification.
However, unlike the Armed Knights, the boost received by the Phantom Beast Knight was much smaller.
“Sir, catch the lance!” Knight Attendant Tom shouted, throwing over a Knight’s lance nearly five meters long.
Russell caught it with ease, tucking the lance under his arm.
Just as the Knight squadron passed through the Snow Ghost pack, Eric swung his broadsword left and right, clearing many Snow Ghosts out of the way.
Russell spotted an unstable Snow Ghost with a green face and sharp fangs and stabbed it with the lance in a smooth motion.
Thrust.
The lance pierced directly through the Snow Ghost’s chest, then pinned it to the ground. Russell immediately let go of the lance.
Only after all the Snow Ghosts were skewered did the Knight squadron dismount, drawing their swords to sever the struggling Snow Ghosts’ limbs and crush their heads, removing the Ice Pellet Pearls within.
Watching the Snow Ghosts dissolve into a puff of gray mist, scattered by the wind and snow.
Russell shook the snow-white Ice Pellet Pearl in his hand, smiled satisfied, then pulled out the lance stuck in the ice, mounted his horse again, ready for the next charge.
Baron Roman was leading the Knight Regiment up ahead, engaging with a large group of Snow Ghosts, while he followed Eric, hunting down smaller packs of fleeing Snow Ghosts.
“Form up!” Eric, seeing more Snow Ghosts charging, immediately ordered loudly.
Russell shook his cape and steered his black horse into the Knight squadron.
Following Eric, they launched another Knightly charge, the surging Battle Qi resonating with one another, filling their bodies with renewed strength.
Whoosh Whoosh!
The wind and snow wailed, a dirge for the unrelenting Snow Ghosts on the snowfield.
In this age, the Snow Demon’s power had already waned, and with the Great Dragon’s power backing them, humans had begun an all-out counterattack.
Endless Snow Ghosts were harvested, turning into snow-white Ice Pellet Pearls, like tears of joy from the earth seeing daylight again after being frozen for countless years.
“Charge!” Eric roared.
Russell gripped the lance’s shaft with one hand and secured it tight between his elbow, aiming at a new green-faced Snow Ghost.
Boom!
He launched the lance, not quite striking the green hide’s chest, but puncturing its belly, once again pinning it to the ground.
The Knight squadron did not stop, rushing hundreds of meters before pulling the horses around, regrouping for another round of charging.
Russell’s heart surged with excitement.
Suddenly feeling a sense, he looked at his left hand. The palm’s “M” mark representing the Little Dream Dragon was burning, and beside it, the sesame seed-sized Sword Butterfly Mark, circling the “M” shaped mark.
There was no time to ponder why the mark appeared spontaneously.
The Knight squadron had already charged into the Snow Ghost pack. Without the Knight’s lance for thrusting, Russell drew his Green Ceramic Sword.
As he swung the long sword, a shadow of a butterfly flickered in his eyes.
The next moment.
The sword technique that should have struck directly onto the Snow Ghost’s torso was ingeniously altered by Russell, whose wrist flicked with finesse, and the tip of the sword precisely touched the Snow Ghost’s forehead. Using the vibration of the blade and the momentum of the charge, he neatly sheared off the top of the Snow Ghost’s head from above the brows.
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There was no splatter of brains, as the wound on the Snow Ghost’s head was instantly frozen, revealing the clear folds of the cerebral cortex.
“Handsome!”
Russell was pleased with this inspired move, graceful and agile, and most importantly, the lethality it inflicted was formidable.
Of course, such a wound was not fatal to the Snow Ghost.
Hence, the knights had to continue hacking several times, cutting the group of Snow Ghosts into chunks, then crushing each of their heads one by one to find the Ice Pellet Pearls inside.
“Easy peasy, Sir, all the greenskins that slipped through are just chickens.” Knight Attendant James, laughing heartily as he swung his broadsword, squashed them like flies. With a smack, a bare, hairless head was shattered.
Surrounding pieces of struggling, writhing flesh became completely limp with the destruction of heads.
Once James picked and took away the Ice Pellet Pearl, these chunks of flesh and shattered heads turned to ashes, disappearing without a trace as the snow and wind swept them away.
“Don’t let your guard down!” Eric cast a cold glance over, “Any part of a Snow Ghost could be the death of you!”
With that, he thrust his sword backward, nailing a Snow Ghost’s severed arm onto the ice.
The fingers at the end of this arm, sharp as blades on the armor, scratched the ice, emitting a grating, piercing noise.
“It must be this one, Knight Commander.” Knight Attendant John located a head among the shattered remains and, with a stomp of the iron heel of his boot, crushed the Snow Ghost’s head like an exploding watermelon with a crack.
The fingers scratching the ice surface went silent in an instant.
“Another greenskin coming.” Knight Attendant Tom shouted out.
Eric was about to draw his sword to slay the greenskin when Russell stepped forward, “Leave it to me, let me try dueling the greenskin.”
“Be careful, Sir.” Eric halted his steps but kept his eyes closely on Russell and the bellowing greenskin charging forward. Should Russell be in danger of being harmed by the greenskin, Eric would immediately intervene.
Kevin the Gold and Silver Wolfhound, who was on alert, also focused its attention, like Eric, secretly protecting Russell.
Glancing at the mark still burning in the palm of his left hand,
Russell was now clearly aware that the burning was not caused by Little Dream Dragon, but rather the Sword Butterfly Amber Bug.
For the growth of the Sword Butterfly was nourished by combat.
“Although it is buried deep in the rock wall, it still receives nourishment from the power of the earth… Perhaps the battles that take place here on the snowfields are absorbed by the power of the earth and then fed to the Sword Butterfly Amber Bug… Now, every battle I fight is feeding the Sword Butterfly.”
Russell didn’t know the origins of the Sword Butterfly Amber Bug,
nor did he fully understand whether the Sword Butterfly’s mastery of swordsmanship was a result of natural evolution or a gift from the earth.
But that didn’t stop him from now knowing how to nourish the Sword Butterfly.
“Hiss, hiss…” The greenskin charged, baring its fanged maw, but could only issue a low roar reminiscent of a snake’s hiss.
In its grasp was an impressive ice-forged longsword.
This was a sword purely formed from ice and snow, but the power of the Snow Demon, or rather the Ice Pellet, endowed it with attributes harder and sharper than metal, almost comparable to a slightly lesser gemstone weapon.
Swinging the ice sword, the greenskin still retained its battle Qi martial skills from before death, and now with greater strength and more agile joints, unleashed even more powerful sword moves.
“Too slow, way too slow!” The image of the Sword Butterfly flashed again in Russell’s eyes as his Green Ceramic Sword met the attack head-on.
Clang!
As he parried the ice sword, he flicked his Green Ceramic Sword effortlessly and stabbed the greenskin in the neck, creating a hole.
In an instant, Russell seized the upper hand.
He then unleashed an intense flurry of attacks, as fierce as a gusty downpour, yet his stance remained as elegant as a fluttering butterfly.
“Full of openings, your whole body is full of openings!” As he danced with his sword, the corners of Russell’s mouth curved slightly, displaying a confidence of having everything under control.
