Erica has tried all sorts of attacks, but it seems that no matter what she does, she cannot break through Charon's absolute defense.
The pile of gold coins on the other person seemed to possess some kind of strange power, capable of isolating all magic.
Seeing that the magic was ineffective, Erica, exhausted, forced herself to stay upright, panting heavily.
Now, she is thinking of new coping strategies.
Since magic isn't working, how about trying close-quarters combat?
Erica didn't have time to think too much.
As Charon's oars sank, a dark aura, accompanied by intense gravity, slammed into the transparent deck.
The heavy, oppressive force slammed into the outer edge of the transparent deck.
Erica quickly took a step, the waves surging beneath her feet, and swiftly avoided the terrifying pressure attack.
The next moment, she moved like a ghost, skillfully avoiding the approaching soul fires, and appeared in front of Charon.
Faced with Erica's relentless advance, the dark flames in Charon's empty skull eye sockets intensified.
As she approached Charon, Erica extended her left hand, and the blood-and-flesh scythe flowing with jet-black color appeared in her palm.
Thanatos's scythe
Erica has always been very adept at using this weapon from the Grim Reaper.
However, just as she was preparing to attack Charon...
The other party's oar, shimmering with a dark purple light, swiftly turned back towards her.
This sudden attack caught Erica off guard.
Her feet slammed into the ground, and she was thrown backward.
He then held the scythe horizontally in front of him, attempting to block Charon's heavy blow.
Bang!
A sound like deep, massive trees colliding rang out, and the extremely powerful shockwave sent Erica flying.
Her long, golden hair traced a thin streak of light in the air, stretching far across the River Styx.
Erica had just regained her footing when she was surrounded by a dense mass of dark soul fire, which approached her like ghosts.
These attacks are extremely slow.
However, their sheer number meant that Erica was inevitably caught in the blast waves during her tense dodges.
A blast of icy air violently erupted, stirring up a heavy cloud of dark dust.
Soon, the suffocating smoke dissipated, and Erica staggered away from it.
His body was covered with marks from burns and frostbite.
She was unsteady on her feet, supporting herself with one hand on her other arm, her eyes cautiously fixed on Charon in front of her.
But in his heart, he kept pondering.
No wonder this boatman didn't even give the Queen of the Underworld any face, and even directly asked for her gold coins.
With such a skilled boatman, who wouldn't dare accept his gold coins?
However, after that attack, Erica had pretty much figured out this guy's weakness.
The other party was unwilling to let her get close.
This suggests that once the distance is shortened, there are definitely some things it doesn't want to be touched.
Of all Charon's possessions, the only thing that could be described as something he didn't want anyone to touch...
With a determined heart, Erica poured her abundant magic into her entire body.
At that moment, purple lightning surged from her feet.
Enveloped in thunder and lightning, and fueled by countless soul flames, she charged toward Charon.
Seeing Erica's familiar attack method, Charon gripped the oar in his hand tightly.
Just as the opponent attacked, it swung its oars again and circled around itself.
However, Erica suddenly ducked, avoiding the fatal attack.
A cold breath brushed against her cheek, but her gaze remained firmly fixed on Charon's waist.
Her target was the overflowing bag of gold coins at Charon's waist.
Seeing this, Viktor closed his eyes as if to relax.
"She won."
As Charon watched Erica about to touch his purse, it abandoned all its defenses.
He stretched out his palms, arched his body, and protected the money pouch at his waist.
However, Erica, who had witnessed all of this, smiled slightly.
Her goal was never to steal Charon's purse.
Being extremely frugal is a unique characteristic of Charon's rules.
This also became its weakness.
Erica stomped her foot and nimbly moved to Charon's side.
She swung the deathly scythe with all her might, piercing sharply into Charon's white skeletal skull, which was surrounded by soul fire.
In that instant, Charon's body froze, as if he had been frozen in place.
Erica, having accomplished all of this, let out a deep breath.
A relieved smile appeared on her face, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and she softly declared:
"I won!"
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