Chapter 529: Secret of the Ruins 3
Chapter 529: Secret of the Ruins 3
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Ker-chak!
The black tree man’s right leg fell down kneeling, having been broken down the center.
A large cloud of dust flew into the air, and Garen took that chance to retreat at lightning speed from beneath him, landing somewhere further away and watching the black tree man’s movements from a distance.
Just then, the Divine God Palace Master was crawling out of the deep crater, his body covered in blood, even his green cape had been utterly dyed black. He shook his head, his whole head now covered with black scales and his ears pointed.
Psst!
Four arms shot out from under his existing two arms, the scythe-like arms of a grasshopper, and under they glowed faintly with a flashy silver light under the golden lighting. The two arms he initially had also slowly became two scythe-like folding blades.
His six arms in total opened and closed slightly, making snippy cutting sounds.
Soundlessly, the Divine God Palace Master disappeared from the spot, and directly appeared, as though teleporting, in the middle of the black tree man’s chest.
With a snap, the six arms pierced deep into the black tree man’s chest, and immediately afterwards, they acted like a blender, cutting at high speed, the six arm blades turning into blurred shadows that could not be seen clearly. Many vines and black roots were chopped off and flew down.
Roar!!!
The tree man who had just recovered his broken leg staggered back a few steps, countless black tree roots and vines extending out from all around him, like tentacles from all directions reaching towards the Divine God Palace Master.
Die!!
The Cthulhu King’s voice said abruptly.
In that instant, a piercing red light shot into the black tree man’s right eye hole.
The black tree man threw its head back, and fell kneeling to the ground again with a whumph.
The red light had pierced through the back of its head, and was nailed to the wall behind it with a thump, turning out to be a sharp dagger twinkling with red light.
The Cthulhu King somersaulted a few times in mid-air, and landed lightly underneath the flying dagger, kicking up a stone to knock the knife down with a clang, so that it landed steadily in his hand.
By then, Garen had also appeared beside him, steadying his footing,
"This guy is the final guardian?" He looked at the giant black tree man that was fighting the Divine God Palace Master, and asked quietly.
"Should be, I’m not very sure either." The Cthulhu King stared at the tree man, "Careful, this tree man isn’t that simple."
"You go up, I go down!"
Garen shot out straight away, his arms like a Thousand-handed Goddess of Mercy, his palms instantly meeting in front of his chest, his eyes suddenly turning pitch-black. He was channeling the Black Water True Technique at full strength.
"West Phoenix!!"
There was a gust of wind like a pure bird’s cry beside him.
A pair of translucent wings of air spread open behind him.
His palms abruptly pierced forward!
Garen’s whole person was like a piercing sword, piercing the black tree man’s left leg joints in an instant. The shapeless currents formed a giant bird that screeched piercingly, almost like a solid totem, standing guard beside Garen, while at the same time, it spread open its wings and pounced towards the black tree man.
This was purely using the peak-level shock technique, combining it with the intricate manipulation skill of the King of the Century and other higher levels, the power of this one hit had long since surpassed the West Phoenix Fist from his time in the Secret Technique World.
His palm pressed together, he darted forward, and as the sides of his palms cut through the air, they emitted a screech like that of a huge bird, pulling in the air around him to form an incomparably sharp blade of air.
Psst!
The black tree man’s left knee joint snapped in half with a ker-chak.
Its whole body fell forward abruptly, and it landed face-first on the ground. A huge hole appeared in its chest, and standing in it was the Divine God Palace Master, his brow shining with a green light.
The Cthulhu King did a somersault, his body turning into a red wheel, and he spun as he stabbed downwards.
The red wheel stopped, and he gripped a dagger in both his hands, burying it deep into the tree man’s brow.
Bam bam bam!!
There was a chain of explosions coming from the tree man’s head. Several large holes were blown into the tree man’s face.
The three of them got up at once, leaving the tree man’s body. Watching the silent tree man, they exchanged glances.
The many vines on the tree man torso began to unravel instantly, and soon formed a huge black ring on the floor beside the tree man.
Phwah…!
The moment the ring was formed, the wounds on the tree man’s body rapidly regenerated again.
The expression on their faces changed slightly, and they rushed towards it again, but three vines twined around one of their legs each. By the time the three of them chopped off the vines around their legs, the tree man’s body had completely recovered, and it crawled up again.
"It has an Immortal Body!" The Cthulhu King was extremely familiar with this sort of ability, "We can’t go against this guy with brute force, even outside it would be a Form Five peak! In here, our powers are limited, we need to think of a way!"
"Even the Immortal Body needs a power source to regenerate, we just need to find it and destroy it." The Divine God Palace Master’s icy cold voice came from nearby.
"It’s not the head, nor is it the chest." Garen’s eyes lit up, "That vase!"
"Do it!"
The Divine God Palace Master stomped down, forming many cracks on the surface of the ground, and then he shot towards the black tree man like a missile.
The other two also split up at the same time, forming a triangle to surround the tree man.
Garen did not look at the other two, he just mustered up his power, and wandered around the tree man, trying to observe it and find the source of its power.
Just now he had used Doublecast three times in a row, that took a heavy toll even on him. He was already at the limit, if he used it anymore, it would truly harm his body.
The other two were evidently in the same boat, that terrifyingly powerful killing attacks from before should also have their cost, otherwise they would not have jumped away and rested after the black tree man collapsed.
This time the three of them bided their time in order to recover, and carried the black tree man on a destructive wild goose chase around the cathedral hall.
The time ticked by, and by the time the three of them were more or less recovered, the whole hall had utterly become a collapsed dump of debris.
There were craters of different depths on the walls, the floor, and some of the windows had also cracked, some gold-colored lava forced in through the holes, like fresh blood flowing from the wounds on the walls, slow and viscous.
There was a black circle floating around the black tree man, a spinning ring formed out of countless vines and roots, it was constantly spinning at high speeds, and its sharp edges cut everything it touched, slicing easily through everything.
One time when the Divine God Palace Master was rushing towards the black tree man, he was touched by this circle, and three of his six arms were immediately severed, only after that could he just retreat out of this circle of blades. But even then, he had evidently taken a large blow, his eyes dim and lightless, evidently these six arm blades were not just his method of attack, they also had a close relationship with part of his body’s core origin.
After that, the three of them no longer dared to go against the black tree man with brute force, instead walking around it and waiting to recover.
By the time the lava flowing into the cathedral gathered more and more, the space they had to maneuver began to shrink, and the three of them finally decided to face it head-on, their bodies also having more or less recovered.
If they went on like this, without enough place to move freely, no matter how strong a person was, they would still be crushed to death by the black tree man.
Garen’s top half was practically soaked in blood, as he landed, panting, on a piece of black rock among the lava. He watched from a distance as the other two kept the rather clumsy black tree man occupied.
"That black vase should be on his left palm!" He yelled loudly. After observing for so long, he had finally noticed where the source of the black tree man’s power was. But although his body had recovered somewhat, the poisonous gases and high heat from the lava was roasting his lungs, making it so that he felt rather powerless right now.
If it weren’t for his innate poison resistance, and if someone else was in his shoes, their condition right now would probably be even worse.
The Cthulhu King already had most of his power sapped, thanks to the poisonous gases and high heat, so he could only barely keep the black tree man busy.
Only the Divine God Palace Master still had energy, each of his movements seeming easy and effortless, even though two of his arm blades had been chopped off, his speed still was not compromised. The lava seemed to pose no threat at all to him, he stepped in it many times, but was never damaged.
Hearing Garen’s words, the Divine God Palace Master’s eyes shone, and his legs started changing shape as well, turning into two sharp silver crescent blades, piercing into the ground with several ‘snickkk’ sounds.
In an instant, his whole person had turned into a shadow, pouncing towards the black tree man’s left arm.
Garen half-crouched on the spot, although he had forced himself to recover a bit by then, his insides were still a mess, as he was walking rounds around the tree man, he had been ambushed by the vines twice, and his body was already full on hidden injuries. If it were not for the Dragon’s Heart’s powerful recovery ability, he would probably have died of massive internal bleeding by now.
Without unnatural power, the Nine-Headed Dragon’s superpowered talents would not be expressed. This situation was probably the most dangerous he had been in since he transmigrated here, if the Divine God Palace Master could not finish off the black tree man, the three of them would probably all die here in this sealed room.
"This tree man’s power is at least 30 points! Its speed is about 10 points, it has the Immortal Body, and without more than 15 points in power, don’t even think of penetrating its outer layer, it still has that sharp spinning ring beside it. It’s basically an extremely terrifying war machine!"
Inwardly, Garen estimated the physical attributes and abilities of this black tree person, and the result made his heart tremble slightly.
If this creature was left outside, unless several peak-level fighters surrounded it at once, it could even have destroyed this whole world.
And now only the Divine God Palace Master still had the means to defeat it, Garen stood up, and was just about to rush forward to continue delaying the black tree man, trying to create a chance for the Divine God Palace Master. Suddenly, a black vine shot out from behind him, and whipped towards the back of his head mercilessly.
Garen flipped around, and jumped high into the air, as though there were eyes at the back of his head, avoiding the vines.
And immediately after that, a sharp vine shot out from beneath his feet and through his hand. He gripped the vine tightly with his hands, holding it back from piercing his face.
His arm and the vine were engaged in a constant tug-of-war, then Garen gradually forced the vine away from him.
It was exactly then that, in the middle of the area, there was an explosion near the area where the Divine God Palace Master and the black tree man were fighting.
Barroom!!
The black cutting ring was like a bomb, turning into countless vine thorns that rained down, shooting towards all four directions.
The many black thorns were like a black rain, shooting towards every corner of the cathedral without letting anything through.
The countless wails of the thorns slicing through the air broke all of their eardrums at once, their ears beginning to bleed.
But the most dangerous part was not that, it was the countless spray of thorns.
Garen mustered up his strength, and diverted more than ten of the thorns aimed towards him, but every single one of these thorns had more than 20 strength points, so in the end, his arm strength let one through.
Psst!
A sharp thorn went straight through his left shoulder.
Ahhh!!!
Garen roared in rage, his hands practically waving into two blurred shadows, but there were still some thorns that managed to get through, piercing his right chest, stomach, and knee.
A sense of weakness that he had not felt for a long time kept surging out from his body, Garen’s right knee had been snapped, and he fell down kneeling with a bam.
Just then, the last, largest thorn pierced straight for his brow.
Garen gathered up the last of his strength, and blocked his head with his hands.
Psst!!
The thorn went right through Garen’s palms, and a small part of it buried itself into his forehead.
Garen’s head fell backwards to the momentum, his whole body pushed several meters back by the force behind that thorn.
He opened his mouth, but could not make any sound, his head tilting as he fainted to the ground. The wound on his brow began to ooze bright red blood, but it was quickly roasted into a red-black by the high heat.