NABC Chapter 349: 363: The Confrontation between Divine Office Holders
Chapter 349: 363: The Confrontation between Divine Office Holders
Chapter 349: Chapter 363: The Confrontation between Divine Office Holders
Meanwhile, Lancelot was still sitting cross-legged at his original spot, head bowed, eyes tightly shut. His right hand gripped the handle of Frostslash while his left pressed on the scabbard. True Yuan from within his body flowed continually into the blade of Frostslash, following a special Cultivation Technique.
This was a move he had created by making slight improvements on the basis of Gathering Qi Slash: when Gathering Qi Slash was charging, a certain amount of energy would leak from the blade, but by using a scabbard filled with True Yuan to “catch” this overflowing energy, the speed and power of the sword strike could be greatly enhanced the moment the sword was drawn.
Of course, the enhancement was limited to the first strike after drawing the sword, but that was all Lancelot needed. Facing a High Rank Spellcaster, once the opponent began to cast, the consequences could be unpredictable; he would either choose not to make a move, or if he did, he had to ensure it was a lethal one.
This was also a Dharma Method of overcoming the strong with the weak as repeatedly emphasized in the small bamboo slip by Han Tianzun—no matter how many Divine Skills you know or how powerful the spells you can cast, once you’re dead, there’s no chance to use them. In fact, Han Tianzun himself had done many similar things in his youth, by which he had harvested a considerable number of precious treasures and Cultivation resources.
New enemies emerged from the room again, two Zoel female Priests. The traps set up before had been disarmed by the bodies of the first wave of male Zoel who came in; perhaps that was one of their tasks too, so these two female Priests could pass through those slaughterhouse-like rooms unharmed.
Unlike most races, Zoel females were not much different from the males in stature and physique, perhaps due to the different diet and training they received during puberty, making these women, who held the highest social status, seem even stronger.
Both of the high-ranking Rose Priests were dressed in exquisite Scale Armor, draped in robes adorned with spider patterns, their eyes emitted a red glow in the dim light, and their necks, chests, and fingers were adorned with lavish gemstone jewelry—not your average ornaments. Kalalin once enlightened Lancelot that all gemstones could serve as energy sources for magical items; amulets made with gemstones did not need to be actively used and could trigger automatically under certain conditions to protect the wearer from specific types of damage.
On Elothysia’s front, the situation was completely one-sided. The Succubus Paladin held nothing back, having activated her daily ability to channel Holy Power before the battle began, turning her Broad Sword into a Holy Weapon; and with the first strike of the battle, she employed her highest level of spellcasting ability, the Third Circle, to cast Evilbane Slash.
But her strike was not aimed at the priestess herself; it targeted the weapon used by the priestess.
The Serpent Head Whip was a product of chaotic and evil Abyssal magic, exceptionally vulnerable to sacred attacks, and the Succubus’s opponent had never expected her adversary to be a Holy Warrior (which actually couldn’t be blamed on her).
The priestess swung her weapon with full confidence, only to be shocked nearly to the point of her eyeballs falling out the next moment—snake heads second only to mithril in hardness were cleanly severed like a clump of mushrooms, and the wicked weapon she regarded as a lover (sometimes it indeed played that role) became a laughably short stick, hardly more powerful than a dagger.
And naturally, Elothysia seized the opportunity to follow up on her victory, her sword blade gleaming with golden light having already breached the embarrassingly ineffective defense of the whip handle multiple times, striking the priestess’s body. A gray-white, rock-like glow flared on the latter’s body, the effect of an amulet that turned the wearer’s body as hard as stone when receiving close-quarter attacks.
The Succubus Paladin was not discouraged by this situation. An enemy with spellcasting abilities from the upper echelons of their society obviously wouldn’t be killed so easily, but any protective magic item had its limits in how much damage it could handle, and continuing the fight in this way, the opponent’s downfall was just a matter of time.
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