Chapter 466: Magic Knife

Escape, escape, escape!

Agulal was running at the fastest and craziest speed. He didn't care about the loss of magic power in his body at all. He just wanted to stay away from that freak, the farther the better.

That move was truly terrifying.

Agulal had no idea how to respond.

In fact, after Ron easily cut off one of his arms, Agulal had no intention of fighting Ron to the end. He couldn't even understand what kind of strength Ron used to nail him to the spot.

If the difference in strength between practitioners is too great, one can indeed rely on his own aura to forcibly suppress the other party and prevent the other party from taking any action.

But there is a prerequisite to achieve this, that is, there must be a gap of at least two major realms.

Obviously, this is impossible.

I am at the peak of the Legendary level. If there is a gap of two major realms, doesn't it mean that Ron's strength has surpassed the Destruction level and reached the Demigod level? Then there is no point in fighting. Ron can kill me with just a glance.

He could see that although Ron's aura was strange, it was far from this level.

Or, it could be some special secret technique that can evolve one's own magic power into something tangible, such as tentacles, chains, etc., and then imprison the target.

But Agulal was sure that Ron was definitely not using this kind of power.

He could feel that in that less than a second, not only himself was fixed, but also the space around him. He had never seen or even heard of such an ability to solidify space.

Fighting Ron before figuring out a way to counter this special ability was simply courting death. This time, he could cut off his arm directly, and next time he could break his neck and tear off his head.

He has a powerful regenerative ability, but his regeneration is not invincible, and it does not mean that he is immortal.

Damn it, when did freaks like this appear in Dusk Continent?

Agulal felt bitter in his heart. Freak... This adjective was previously used to describe himself by the practitioners of the Spang Theocracy. Now, he had transferred the adjective to another person. This feeling was really weird.

Things like revenge and family dignity are no longer a concern now.

The sharp wind hit his face like a knife, and blew away the hair on Agulal's face, revealing a face that looked no different from a young man in his twenties even though he was over a hundred years old. It was not known whether it was because of fear or because he had been practicing in the secret room for a long time without seeing the sun, but his face looked a little pale.

His teeth were biting his lips hard, his black eyes were wide open, and there was a faint flame burning in the deepest part of his eyes... He looked so embarrassed, so embarrassed.

When has he, Agulal, the national god of war and the number one master of the Sibang Kingdom, ever been so embarrassed?

Damn it, after escaping this time, he will definitely go into seclusion again and will not come out until he breaks through the realm of destruction.

Agulal kept cursing in his heart, but this did not affect his speed at all. Agulal was good at the power of wind and ice and snow. Speed ​​was one of his best skills. He controlled the strong wind, and whirlpools swirled all over his body. His body flew directly through the air. The speed was really too terrifying. He had already flown far away before the strong wind swept over the ground.

Agulal is still very confident in his speed.

Even if he couldn't defeat Ron, he would definitely have no problem escaping.

He thought so, but...

The moment this thought came to his mind, Agulal felt his heart suddenly tighten, and an indescribable palpitation surged into his heart.

Beings of this level are extremely sensitive to all kinds of dangers. Instinctively, Agulal's spiritual consciousness instantly swept behind him.

The next moment, Agulal's face stiffened instantly.

Behind him, the light had become unusually bright without him noticing, and a figure seemed to be stepping on the light, approaching him rapidly at a speed at least twice as fast.

At this moment, Agulal almost couldn't help screaming.

How is this possible?

As a man who was proficient in wind power, his speed was his pride. How could anyone be faster than him? What kind of monster was Ron, that damn bastard?

He cursed more and more loudly in his heart, but seeing that the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, Agulal could only desperately mobilize the magic power in his body. Under the almost squeezed urging, with a hum, Agulal's speed increased again, and the distance between the two sides, which had been gradually closing, was once again widened.

However, before Agulal could breathe a sigh of relief, he quickly realized that Ron was chasing him again.

Both sides seemed to have reached the limits of their respective speeds, and in a short period of time they had already crossed half of the royal city.

Although he didn't seem to be worried about being caught up by Ron for a while, Agulal knew that the situation was not good for him. Now their speeds were almost the same, but he could only exert such speed after overdrawing his magic power. This situation could not be sustained. In another five or six hours at most, the magic power in his body would be used up.

All right.

Five or six hours is really a bit exaggerated.

There's no way. Agulal's capital is here. Although his strength is not as good as those of Ron, Heferson and the Holy Father, he is still a legendary and powerful man. The magic power stored in his body may not be considered an ocean, but it is definitely not an exaggeration to say that it is a lake. It will not be exhausted so quickly.

Five or six hours were consumed, which was the loss caused by Agulal's full-strength flight without reservation.

Moreover, for masters of this level, their magic power recovers very quickly. If the recovery of magic power is taken into account, the time they can hold on may be half more.

But, for Agulal, if he couldn't get rid of Ron as soon as possible, the result would make no difference to him, it would just be the difference between dying sooner or later.

Everyone in his family knows his own business. He has tried his best to fly, while the guy behind him seems quite relaxed. If Ron really gives it his all, he will probably catch up with him soon.

“Damn it…”

Agulal couldn't help but curse again.

It seems that this time, I really have to go all out.

With a grit of teeth, a dark long sword suddenly appeared in Agulal's palm with a clang.

The long sword was completely black, as black as ink, without any other color.

There is a giant dragon perched on the blade, and there is even a dense layer of dragon scales on the back of the blade. The handle looks like a ferocious dragon head. The entire blade is bent inward in a slightly weird way, like an iron hook.

It also looks like the sharp claws of some creature.

This long sword has a very special meaning to Agulal.

This was the knife that was used to slay the dragon above the capital of the Kingdom of Spang.

At that time, Agulal was at the peak of his youth, strong and vigorous, and his temper was also the most explosive.

Without having to worry about the dragons' revenge afterwards, he resolutely took up the responsibility of suppressing the dragon. He knew very well how terrifying the dragon's power was. The dragon's recovery ability was the most terrifying among all races. Even if it was a fatal injury to the dragon, as long as the dragon's life was not taken on the spot, it would recover in no time.

When facing a dragon, the best option is to kill it with one blow.

That's right, Agulal poured all the strength in his body into the long sword.

When the knife was chopped out, the sky and the earth changed color. The terrifying dragon was neatly split into two halves from head to tail. Even the dragon's soul was seriously damaged.

The sword in Agulal's hand was covered with cracks because it carried too much force, and it was not far from breaking.

As for the existence of the magic dragon, even if its physical body dies, its soul can still bring disaster to the world. It is for this reason that Agulal simply sealed the dragon soul of the magic dragon in the long sword.

After integrating the magic dragon's soul, the cracks on the blade healed quickly, the shape of the long sword gradually changed, and even dense dragon scales grew on the back of the blade.

Because of this dragon soul, this weapon directly became a legendary weapon. It was only one step away from becoming a mythical equipment.

This weapon is also Agulal's greatest reliance, but the side effects are too great. In addition, after that, Agulal rarely encountered opponents worthy of drawing his weapon, so the magic sword has been almost sealed until now.

Now, it is finally time for this magic knife to draw blood.

The moment he got the magic knife, Agulal only felt as if there was a sad and furious dragon roaring in his mind.

An unprecedented violent emotion surged into Agulal's heart almost instantly, causing his consciousness to be briefly confused.

Crazy, brutal, twisted...

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

This is the will contained in the soul of the evil dragon.

If the user does not have a strong will, his sanity will be destroyed the moment he holds the magic knife.

Even Agulal felt a strong impulse in his chest and a dark flame in his eyes. At this moment, he wanted to turn around with the magic knife and chop Ron, who was chasing him from behind, into two halves with one stroke.

Just like the dragon before.

However, this impulse was suppressed by Agulal with great willpower.

Ron, who was chasing after him, was a more terrifying existence than the dragon.

It is nothing but a pipe dream to want to use the power of the magic dragon to destroy a creature more terrifying than the magic dragon.

The magic knife was about to shed blood, but it was not Ron's blood that was shed, but his own blood.

Taking a deep breath, Agulal suppressed the black demonic fire in his eyes. His complexion returned to normal. He grabbed the blade of the magic knife with his right hand and slashed it hard.

laugh.

The palm of his hand was immediately torn apart by the sharp blade.

The scarlet sticky liquid quickly spread on the blade. The next second, an extremely strange scene appeared. The moment the blood was smeared on the blade, it was immediately submerged in the blade and disappeared.

It was as if it was absorbed by the knife.

At the same time, Agulal's body suddenly became thinner and his face became extremely pale.

Damn, greedy thing.

That blow just now directly sucked away half of the blood in his body. Even for a being of Agulal's level, suddenly losing half of the blood would definitely not be a pleasant feeling.

But the effect is better than expected.

Ang! Another round of dragon roars echoed in Agulal's ears.

With a humming sound, behind Agulal, the robe was instantly torn apart, and a pair of huge black wings covered with scales suddenly emerged. They were the wings of a magic dragon.

The wings were hideous and eerie, filled with a demonic aura. As the wings flapped vigorously, Agulal's speed soared again, like a black lightning rapidly shuttling through the night sky.

Crash...

Where Agulal flew, the strong wind swept over the buildings, and pieces of glazed tiles were blown away, crackling into pieces in the air.

What's worse, the roof was even blown off.

But now Agulal has no time to care about these little things. His spiritual sense swept behind him, and Ron's figure had disappeared without a trace and could no longer be sensed. The national god of war finally felt relieved.

I finally got rid of that bastard.

…

"What do you think the master did?" Just outside the north gate of the Spang Theocracy, several figures gathered together.

The north gate leads to the Durres Mountains.

Across the Dulles Mountains is the territory of the Orcs.

Perhaps it is because it is closer to the glacier in the north. Even though it is the same city, the north gate is colder than the south gate. What's more, it is night, and the air exhaled from the mouth turns into milky white mist.

The soldiers guarding the gate all looked listless. Some of them were even sleeping soundly with their backs against the gate.

There's no other way. It's just a few silver coins a month. What's the point of wasting my life?

A few silver coins are barely enough to fill one's own stomach, but it is impossible to support a whole family... Under such circumstances, these soldiers naturally will not be very loyal to their duties.

The treatment of the soldiers of the Spang Theocracy is slightly better than that of Granville, but it is still quite limited.

Just under a big tree outside the city gate, there were four figures gathered. They were four women.

The soldiers at the city gate naturally knew of the existence of these four women. There was a curfew at night, and at this time, even just approaching the city gate would be regarded as a threat, but it was obvious that these soldiers did not want to cause trouble.

Those four women were all stunningly beautiful.

The material of the long skirt she was wearing was also quite exquisite. She was probably some young lady from an aristocratic family who was out looking for excitement and dreaming of traveling the world with a sword. It would do her no good to offend these people, so she just turned a blind eye.

By the way, these women are really beautiful.

Especially the one with white hair...his long hair seemed to be woven from silver threads, and it was even flashing with some hazy luster, giving off a holy feeling.

Chapter 2 is here.

(End of this chapter)