Chapter 530 Soul Torn (Five Thousand)
"Old man, it's time to settle the accounts between us..."
Philomena's voice was cold. She was obviously facing a sage who was stronger than her, but there was no fear in her voice. She even seemed eager to try. Especially those big ice-blue eyes. I don't know if it was Partridge's illusion, but I felt that there seemed to be flames jumping in those eyes.
An inexplicable danger loomed over Partridge.
He didn't understand why this happened, as Philomena's strength was obviously far inferior to his.
Patridge could tell at a glance that Philomena's realm was only the peak of the Destruction Realm, while he himself was a demigod. The peak of the Destruction Realm and demigod seemed to be only one step away, but to take this step, the difficulty was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
The power gap between the peak of the Destruction Realm and a demigod is at least two or three times as great, or possibly even more.
In other words, Philomena could never be his opponent, and he had no idea why he felt such a strong sense of danger from Philomena.
What's more, Philomena was seriously injured because of her previous sneak attack.
In fact, with Patridge's character, when he saw the six-winged fallen angel appear, he should have turned around and left immediately. After all, the six-winged fallen angel was a real threat to him, and he absolutely did not dare to be careless.
But this time, Patridge acted like a man for once.
Perhaps it was because he was eager to kill the descendants of the blasphemer, or perhaps Patridge wanted to see what Philomena, the daughter of Archibald, had... After all, Philomena and the blasphemer were of the same lineage. Although there was a huge gap in their realms, no matter what, one could always see some of Archibald's shadow in Philomena's strength.
If I can gain some experience from Philomena, it will be helpful for me to deal with the real Archibald in the future.
In short, this time, instead of leaving, Patridge didn't even take the initiative to slap Philomena to death, who was not worth mentioning in his eyes. He even looked at the woman in front of him with interest, as if he wanted to see what other tricks this woman had.
Just as he watched, Patridge's expression changed.
Philomena's ice-blue eyes just stared at Patridge, doing nothing, except that there seemed to be a layer of soft green light flickering on her body. The green light was extremely bright, just like the new buds on the treetops in spring, delicate and beautiful.
In this green light, Patridge felt the vitality even more.
The next moment, Patridge felt that Philomena's breath was recovering rapidly, and even her originally pale complexion turned rosy again in a short time. At first glance, there was almost no sign of injury.
Patrick knew better than anyone how ferocious the sneak attack was. He could clearly sense that Philomena was definitely seriously injured, her body was broken, her internal organs were cracked, and even her magic power was in chaos.
This kind of injury is nothing to a demigod and can be recovered in the blink of an eye.
Just like Niafu and the evil spirit, broken arms and tentacles can grow back in an instant.
However, it is absolutely impossible for a cultivator at the Destruction Realm to possess such an exaggerated recovery ability... The most important thing is that even the chaotic energy inside Philomena's body was completely restored in that instant.
This recovery ability is really exaggerated. Even Patridge doesn't dare to say that he can recover so quickly when his breathing is disordered.
law.
The law of regeneration.
Only practitioners who have mastered similar laws can have such an exaggerated recovery speed.
If that were all, then Patridge wouldn't be too shocked. After all, even if Philomena recovered to her full strength, she was only at the peak of the Destruction Realm and still could not be his opponent.
But soon, Patridge's face became ugly again.
After her injuries were fully recovered, the light on Philomena's body did not disappear, but instead changed rapidly from the original green light to red light, bright red like blood.
In a hazy state, Philomena seemed to be completely immersed in a pool of blood.
That’s not all. As the red light bloomed, Philomena’s aura became stronger and stronger.
The originally pretty and even somewhat naive face had somehow turned into something weird, crazy, and even sinisterly evil, as if the person standing in front of Patridge was no longer the original Philomena, but a terrifying demon.
The aura and pressure released from Philomena were also rising steadily, even faster than before.
In such a short period of time, it almost doubled.
This scene made Patridge gasp in surprise, and the expression on his face became particularly wonderful.
This is... another law, the law of rage.
This woman is so scary.
The effect of the law of regeneration is to quickly recover Philomena's physical injuries, magic power and even soul.
The law of rage, on the other hand, gains powerful destructive power within a certain period of time at the cost of damaging one's own body, magic power, and soul.
If it were only the law of rage, the improvement it would bring to the practitioner would actually be quite limited. After all, a practitioner's body and soul cannot be destroyed indefinitely. Based on Patridge's understanding of these common laws, being able to double one's destructive power is basically the limit.
But if the law of rage is combined with the law of regeneration, it will be a completely different concept.
The Law of Rage can enhance Philomena's destructive power, and the damage caused to the body and soul by the Law of Rage will be quickly repaired by the Law of Regeneration. The repaired soul and body can continue to support the Law of Rage to continue to enhance its own strength.
God knows how these two supreme laws are matched together.
With these two supreme laws, Philomena is like a perpetual motion machine berserker.
She is tireless, and can keep improving her strength until the energy her body can carry reaches its limit. And Philomena is obviously the kind of woman who pays special attention to physical training. This can be seen from the fact that even though Patrick's full-strength sneak attack just now failed to completely destroy Philomena's body.
At this moment, Patridge finally understood where the fear he had always felt came from.
If this woman is really given enough time to continuously improve her strength, she might actually be able to threaten him. Patridge felt that he could not wait any longer. With a gloomy face, a staff appeared in his palm, and then with a bang, the staff slammed heavily on the ice. In an instant, a crack appeared directly in front of Patridge, and then the crack spread towards Philomena at an incredible speed.
Judge!
Partridge's Law.
The ability to ignore all defenses and directly cut off the target.
Even Niafu did not dare to resist this law. When she fought with Patridge, Niafu had to use dozens of angel feathers to block the judgment.
Although Philomena didn't know what kind of power this was, she instinctively felt the danger.
However, Patridge's evaluation of Philomena was very accurate, that is, Philomena was really a berserker. Although Philomena was petite, well-behaved and cute on weekdays, when Patridge turned on the berserker mode, the whole person would immediately become a different appearance.
Although she saw the cracks in the cutting and felt the danger in it, Philomena had no intention of dodging it. Instead, she stretched out her right hand and a spear suddenly appeared in her palm. The moment the spear appeared, it turned into a huge, scarlet sickle. At this moment, Philomena looked like the legendary god of death.
Philomena almost completely ignored the judge's attack and just turned her body slightly to the side.
With a swish, the cut passed directly across Philomena's shoulder.
The highly reinforced legendary armor Philomena was wearing was completely turned into tofu dregs in front of the Law of Judgment. It had no ability to resist at all. The armor was penetrated instantly, and the arm inside was instantly cut off.
The arm instantly separated from the body and fell to the ground. The scene looked quite horrifying, but Philomena was not affected at all. She seemed to feel no pain at all and her movements were not slowed down at all. She also chopped down with her other arm.
Obviously, there was a distance of dozens of meters between Philomena and Patridge, but at the moment the sickle tore down, it was already within reach of Patridge. Patridge's expression changed slightly, but he was not panicked.
After all, as a master of demigod realm, even if Philomena's strength continues to rise because of the law of regeneration and the law of rage, there is still a big gap between her and Patridge.
Without even seeing any movement from Patridge, a translucent shield appeared out of thin air in front of Patridge.
Patrich was confident that the magic shield he set up with his own strength could easily block Philomena's attack. This woman had no ability to break his defense at all.
But the next moment, what happened left Patridge dumbfounded.
The magic shield seemed to not exist. The sickle went straight through the shield and entered the inside of the shield without destroying it at all, cutting towards Patridge's neck.
Even though Patridge was very powerful, when something like this happened, he couldn't help feeling a sense of fear in his heart, and he subconsciously leaned back, trying to avoid the sharp edge of the sickle.
But it's too late.
Because Patrich did not expect that the sickle could completely ignore the magic shield. He was unable to dodge and the sickle cut directly through Patrich's neck.
Then, an even more bizarre scene appeared.
Clearly the sickle cut directly through Patrick's neck, but he still didn't feel any pain at all. Even on his wrinkled neck, which looked like a dead tree trunk, there was no trace of a single scar.
What was going on? Was this an illusion?
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
No, it's not an illusion.
Suddenly, Patridge seemed to have thought of something, and his face changed instantly.
The withered body seemed to have turned into a slippery loach, wriggling desperately, trying to break free from the sickle.
I have to say that Patridge's reaction was really quick, but when the sickle had hit Patridge, all his struggles were futile. With a swish, the sickle tore through Patridge's neck.
Although there was no wound on his neck, Patrick couldn't help but let out a shrill and hoarse scream.
The scream was extremely painful. Normally, a master of Patridge's level would have a strong resistance to physical pain. Not to mention that there was not a single wound, even if his head was really cut off, he probably would not scream. But this time he could not control himself at all. The intense pain even made Patridge's body tremble.
His face turned pale, with only a hint of darkness appearing between his eyebrows.
The aura on his body dropped significantly in an instant.
If you look closely, you can even see a small gray-black mark hanging on the tip of Philomena's sickle.
That was...Patridge's soul that was torn off by the sickle.
Yes, this is Philomena's real method.
Philomena's sickle will not cause any harm to the physical body, but it can ignore defense and the physical body and directly attack the soul within the body.
This method of attack was extremely strange, and even the experienced Patrick was caught off guard.
huff huff.
The intense pain made Patridge's throat gasp violently. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. His cloudy old eyes were filled with anger and fear. This was the first time he had suffered such a big loss since he became a sage.
At the same time, Partridge also fully confirmed Philomena's danger.
Although this woman is not as strong as himself, her method is indeed a bit too horrifying.
Even for a demigod master, if the soul is damaged it is a very serious matter. Just take the small piece of soul just cut off by Philomena, it will take at least several decades of cultivation for Patridge to gradually recover.
If his soul is damaged too much, he might become an idiot with nothing but strength. For Patridge, this result would be more painful than killing him.
On the other side, there was a rustling sound coming from Philomena's body.
The broken right arm was rapidly growing again under the effect of the law of regeneration. Before the arm was fully grown, Philomena's attack was almost undelayed. She suddenly exerted force on the ground with her feet. With a bang, Philomena's body instantly rushed towards Patridge, and the sickle cut towards Patridge's neck again.
Chichichichi…
The sharp blade of the sickle tore through the air, making a hissing sound. Philomena's attacks became more fierce each time.
Crazy, this woman is completely crazy.
She didn't care whether she would get hurt or not. Once she entered the violent state, there was only one thought left in Philomena's little head, and that was to kill... Either she would kill the target, or she would be killed by the target, that's all.
This is a life-for-life approach.
Patrick has lived for more than a thousand years and has experienced countless battles, big and small, but this is the first time he has seen such a rogue way of fighting.
Especially since Patridge attached great importance to his own life, he did not want to exchange his life with Patridge. In a short period of time, he was forced back several thousand meters by Philomena.
There was no way to fight this battle, so he gritted his teeth, soared into the air, and roared towards the south. Now Patridge was back to his old job, just wanting to stay away from Philomena.
After all, it was his soul that was hurt, and he had no blessing from the law of regeneration. If he really stayed here and fought with Philomena to the death, even if he could kill Philomena with his repressive state and strength, his own soul would be seriously hurt and his strength would be greatly reduced.
This is a situation that Patridge must avoid. After all, if he encounters the killer arranged by the mechanic when his injuries are extremely serious, meets those guardians of destiny, or even meets that guy Ron, wouldn't he be dead?
While muttering to himself, Patridge flew faster and faster.
Accompanied by the sound of sharp wind, the air hit my face, as sharp as a knife, and it was burning with pain.
Just after running away for a distance, Patridge felt something was wrong behind him. Enduring the piercing pain in his soul, Patridge turned his head and saw that his vision suddenly went dark.
That little bitch Philomena actually caught up with them from behind, and it looked like a fight to the death.
hateful.
It's so embarrassing. It's really so embarrassing.
He is clearly a powerful demigod, but now he is being chased everywhere by a brat in the Destruction Realm. The Sage has lost all his face.
Although he felt humiliated, Patridge's flying speed did not slow down, but became faster and faster.
However, Patridge's flying method was a little strange. He originally planned to flee directly to the south. After all, this would ensure that he could leave the snowfield as soon as possible. But Patridge soon gave up this plan.
Due south is the Dulles Mountains, and across the Dulles Mountains is the Theocracy of Spang.
Ron was in the Theocracy of Spang. If I ran in that direction, I would be in trouble if I ran into him. He was very cruel and ruthless. If he saw that I was in trouble, he would never miss a good opportunity to take advantage of me.
With a change of mind, Patridge instantly changed direction and flew to the front right.
If I remember correctly, that should be the location of the Bear Tribe among the Orcs.
Patridge was very proud and felt that he was so smart. Even when a piece of his soul was cut off and it was in severe pain, he could still think so carefully.
Chapter 1 5,000 words (End of this chapter)