Chapter 908 War Bishop
Amidst the flames and shock waves that almost blew away the smog and cleared up the weather, two dazzling rays of light flew upward against the sunlight, quickly penetrating the somewhat exaggeratedly low clouds and flying hundreds of meters into the air.
The two rays of light are slightly different in color. The leading one is blue with purple, and it is majestic. The one following behind is cyan-blue, but there are wisps of black flames inside, as if various forces are mixed together.
They collided with each other several times, then separated in the air and gradually condensed into human form.
After the purple flames subsided, a man wearing iron-black full-body armor, over 1.8 meters tall, with long dark red hair casually draped behind his head and a pair of exaggerated golden earrings hanging from his ears, with handsome features and delicate features, gradually became clear. His brown eyes looked at the witch not far away who had also transformed from flames back to human form. There was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his brows were tightly furrowed.
As a Sequence 3 Hunter, and the War Bishop who wielded the power of war, Snarna Einhorn could confirm that the opponent, though weaker than himself, possessed a fire ability powerful enough to keep up with him, not from a Level 1 Sealed Artifact, but rather a truly transcendental power that he could wield at will.
Was she an "Iron-Blooded Knight," transformed into a woman through some kind of appearance-altering seal? But what about those diseases, threads, and black cursed flames... Or perhaps, she was promoted from an "Iron-Blooded Knight" to a Sequence 3 witch, thereby gaining abilities from both paths?
While thinking, Snarna was still using telepathy to communicate with the different airship teams below, directing them to continue advancing towards the west and east districts of Backlund and bomb those two important areas.
The West District was the political center of the Kingdom of Loen, where the Kingdom's Upper and Lower Houses, City Hall, and important departments were located. The East District had a large number of factories. Blowing them up would destroy the Kingdom of Loen's war potential.
And he has the opportunity to digest the potion in this war, complete his role, and be promoted to a "Weather Warlock" who can control the great power of nature!
Just as he was expressing the lofty ambition deep in his chest, a hundred-meter-long stream of high-temperature flames emerged from the hands of the witch in front of him and fell straight on Snarna's head. The latter smiled contemptuously, and his originally empty hands surged with blue-purple flames, instantly forming two flaming swords. He raised them together and crossed to block the flaming blades that could have penetrated and cut through everything.
But the moment he blocked the attack, the witch who was the source of the attack disappeared in mid-air, and with his eyesight he didn't even notice where she went.
Invisible... or entering the mirror world?
Snarna pointed the flaming swords in his hands in different directions and looked around vigilantly. He was a little confused, but not anxious.
His action of leaving the airship and facing the enemy head-on seemed reckless, but he had his own considerations. The longer the time dragged on, the more damage the two airships could cause. The enemy was dragged to the spot by him, while the entire army could continue to strengthen its offensive and defensive capabilities with the help of the interconnected "War Bishops".
In other words, time is on his side...?
The "War Bishop" who was distractedly commanding the army below suddenly discovered that three more airships had left his "connection".
Shot down by the storm or the Beyonders of the night? But they showed no signs of being attacked... Was it a disease?
He immediately realized that while he was trying to hold the enemy back, they were also constantly using disease to corrode the airships in the air, killing the people inside and turning the fully armed war machines into iron coffins floating in the air.
The high temperature barrier seems to have no effect on this disease... Is it because of the ability of the "Iron Knight"?
Snarna's eyes turned cold, and he looked around, trying to find the witch who was playing hide-and-seek with him in the dark. However, he was surprised to find that in the thick clouds in the sky created by the "weather sorcerer" who was raiding the assault troops in the distance, huge blocks of crystal clear ice were rapidly forming, reflecting his body covered with iron-black armor!
Oh no... Knowing that he couldn't face the mirror directly when fighting the witch, Snarna swung the flaming sword in his hand without hesitation. Flames were thrown out and hit the "ice mirrors" accurately, exploding them into balls of high-temperature steam.
But before that, his figure was reflected in many mirrors, and the power of curses from all directions focused on this "War Bishop", and surging black flames were immediately ignited in his body.
boom--
A nearly purple flame exploded, and Snarna once again entered the "flame transformation" state. His height suddenly increased to nearly three meters, and his long crimson hair truly turned into flames, rustling in the wind.
With the power of "gathering the crowd", he can now transform into a fire giant similar to the mythical creature "Hunter". Although this cannot increase his combat power too much and even has the risk of losing control, it can expel the diseases that he has contracted from his body at some point and the curses superimposed by multiple mirrors, making him unaffected by the witch in the mirror.
Taking this opportunity, he quickly unleashed more flames, destroying the remaining ice mirrors floating in the air one by one. He kept moving in the scattered mist to avoid being targeted again. Incidentally, he used telepathy to communicate with the "Weather Warlock" far away in the northern suburbs of Backlund to report the current situation.
If he hadn't been worried that the three major churches would recklessly activate the "0" level seal and cause mutual destruction, that lord would have come here in person and turned the entire northern district into ruins... Snarna pondered for a moment, and after a moment he received new instructions from the rear: continue to hold back the witch, and only allow retreat if more saints from the three major churches launch a counterattack!
Delay her? No, I'm fully capable of dealing with her. I'm just hiding in the "mirror world"...
Snarna snorted coldly, released the flaming sword in his left hand, and took out a small earring made of multiple golden rings and a prismatic diamond from the buckle at the waist of his armor. The high-temperature flames around it seemed to be isolated by some force. Although they kept licking the earring, they could not hurt it at all.
Holding the earrings tightly with his sturdy hands wearing metal gloves, Snarna's cold and resolute face softened for a moment, as if he remembered something from the past, but tensed up again the next moment.
He raised his left hand and chanted in ancient Hermetic language:
"Mirror Image!"
It was a made-up word, awkward and lengthy, but Snarna blurted it out as if he had used it many times before.
As the language that could stir up natural forces spread, a window that was barely wide enough for a person to pass through appeared in front of him. It was illusory and transparent, with uneven edges like broken glass. Dark mist surged inside, as if leading to another world.
"...The world in the mirror."
He repeated the words, and the long sword made of fire in his right hand suddenly pierced through the window in front of him.
A wisp of liquid purple flame flowed out from under the entrance to the mirror world, dripping downwards, penetrating the thick clouds and falling to the ground, igniting a huge fire.
More liquid flames flowed along the channels opened up by the "mirror image" and into any passable passages and hiding corners around, filling the "mirror world" that corresponded to the real world one by one but was separate from it with the breath of high temperature and destruction.
Bang, bang, bang—
The sound of glass breaking was heard, and flames gushed out from all the places where the ice mirrors had just floated, forming an abstract painting of light and shadow next to Snarna.
But he didn't relax. A high-ranking witch couldn't possibly die from such an attack, and it would be difficult for her to even be seriously injured. His goal was nothing more than to destroy the witch's hiding environment, force her out of the mirror world, and confront her head-on...
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking glass behind Snarna, and the flaming sword in his right hand immediately swung backwards, followed by the rotation of his body and neck.
With a crisp sound, Angel left the mirror world from behind him. Her body was covered with liquid flames. With a painful and determined expression, she dodged the horizontal flaming sword with an exquisite "Flame Flash" on the spot. Her disguised black hair entangled with each other, turning into thick, dull gray snakes, pointing forward, pointing towards Snarna who was less than a meter away from her.
At the same time, the "War Bishop" just turned around, and his brown eyes surrounded by flames faced the countless snake-like hairs emitting gray light, as well as the eyes of the "Immortal" witch that were the same color as his.
Oh no, she didn't use her stand, but appeared next to me with the high-temperature flames... Snarna was shocked. As soon as he retracted the sword that had been swung in the air, the skin on the side facing him felt numb, and his hands and feet seemed to have lost control, becoming stiff and cold.
The nearly purple flames covering his entire body seemed to solidify and no longer fluttered in the wind. The color also began to dim, and the iron-black armor turned gray and lost its luster, like a stone statue.
It's the witch's "petrification", the "petrification" activated by sticking close to my body!
Although his face was out of control, Snarna's brain was still working. He instantly became alert and detonated the part of the flame that he could still control without hesitation, separating himself from the witch who was close to him. Then his body was completely turned into flames, and he ran away from the other party at all costs. The part of the armor, body and stone turned into flames that was left there were blown into powder by the violent explosion.
boom--
Angel looked at Snarna, who had transformed into a ball of flames. He raised his left hand with an indifferent expression and gave an order in ancient Hermetic language:
"deprivation."
Swish, the flames on Snarna's body seemed to be sucked away by something and left his body in an instant. Having lost the ability to fly, he danced and continued to fly in the original direction in a strange parabola, but was caught up by Angel the next second. The "sharp blade" of the sword was burning with flames and slashed directly at his neck.
A series of teeth-grinding metal friction sounds were heard. The straight sword in Angel's hand did not chop off the opponent's head, but almost bounced back as if it had hit a piece of solid metal.
That's "steeling"!
The smoke left by the fire dissipated, and Snarna in front of Angel had turned iron black, almost merging with the remaining half of his armor. His dexterous joints, which were inconsistent with his appearance, twisted rapidly, and he kicked Angel away. His heavy body fell downward at an accelerated speed, and the "Mirror Shadow" earrings in his hand once again opened a window to the "mirror world".
This was the seal he had prepared for evacuating the battlefield after his surprise attack was thwarted.
Swish, swish.
Two figures entered the window that stretched across the direction of descent one after another. The dark and gloomy world in the mirror completely lost contact with the real world the moment the window closed.
Even the airship that continued to move forward despite the wind blades, disease and soothing bells lost its connection with its "commander" at this moment.
But the next second, this connection became stable again, and a tremendous destructive force was transmitted along the "connection" to every airship in the sky, making all the Feysac soldiers tremble and feel as if their souls had left their bodies.
Boom, boom, boom—
To the people below, the entire dark cloud that seemed to be pressing down on their heads was first dyed with blue, purple, and black, and then there was a continuous roar like thunder. Finally, two-thirds of the airships that were flying low and about to attack them disintegrated and crashed in the violent explosion.
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