20demayo Chapter 120 Amulet Bag
Chapter 120 Amulet Bag
Chapter 120 Amulet Bag
Xia Tong didn't bother arguing with him.
He closed his eyes and directly channeled his mental energy into the Markit prison device in his hand.
Then the prison shackles trembled violently in Xia Tong's hand, as if they were about to explode, and were incredibly hot.
Xia Tong suddenly opened her eyes and stared intently at the arrogant Malkit in front of her.
The prison equipment seemed to come alive.
It keenly sensed the familiar, foul-smelling scent of cursed blood in the air.
Target locked!
Xia Tong raised her arm and threw the prison shackles high into the air, forcefully hurling them towards the ominous demon Markit.
Then, the prison shackles transformed into a golden streak in mid-air, rushing straight towards Malkit and disappearing into the stone slab beneath her feet.
In an instant.
With Malkit as the center, an extremely large and complex golden circular rune array suddenly unfolded in front of the Tongcheng Tunnel!
The patterns on the formation were densely packed.
The interwoven lines resembled the towering roots of a golden tree, accompanied by a deep rumble, with several thick golden beams of light shooting skyward from the edges.
It was like a sacred cage.
Markitt froze.
For the first time, a genuine, deep-seated fear was revealed in his cloudy yellow eyes.
"No!!!"
Markit let out a mournful roar.
But he felt as if he were being pressed hard to the ground by an invisible hand belonging to an supreme will.
He was forced to lie on all fours with his head hanging down, his spine making a cracking sound as it was subjected to the unbearable strain, and he could barely move an inch.
"Now!"
Xia Tong roared.
Then Ruthel and Roger, who was in the distance, launched a joint attack.
"Boom!"
Markit struggled violently, unwilling to be humiliated.
The earth trembled violently, and the stone slab beneath him was completely crushed.
Its massive body was firmly nailed to the golden runes.
No matter how much he roared or how much his veins bulged, the absolute suppression from the depths of his blood made it impossible for him to even lift a finger.
"Ugh! You despicable faded ones!"
Roger was the first to respond.
This usually gentle and elegant magic swordsman now had a cold, murderous look in his eyes.
He, who was originally responsible for harassing from a distance, saw that Malkit was bound to the ground, so he immediately raised his staff high and poured out all the magic power in his body.
"Radiant Sword Array!"
Several extremely solid radiant swords instantly materialized above his head, poised to strike.
This is not enough.
Roger's staff tip pointed directly at Malkit's unsuspecting broad back, unleashing a torrent of magical power without reservation!
Dozens of sapphire light bullets rained down on Malkit, who was pinned to the ground, like a meteor shower.
"Boom! Boom!"
The glowing stone bullets, trailing flames and interspersed with sharp glowing swords, bombarded the back of the ominous demon like a dense barrage of heavy artillery fire.
The hard, iron-like gray-white horns on Malkit's back broke and shattered in pieces under the continuous magical bombardment.
His thick back muscles were blown to smithereens and charred black.
Just in the interval between the magical bombardments.
A cloud of grayish-white spiritual mist condensed and took shape directly above Malkit.
It's Ruthel.
She raised her right hand high, holding the flaming spear.
The black mist swirling around the spearhead was so thick it was almost dripping with ink—it was the accumulated power of a death curse.
The spear was aimed at Malkit's completely exposed back and pierced down hard!
"laugh!!!"
Accompanied by the sickening sound of bones cracking.
The sharp spear pierced through the ominous demon's resilient chest with unstoppable force, pinning him firmly to the golden runic earth.
"ah!!!"
Markit let out an extremely shrill scream.
The flesh around his wound, eroded by the power of the curse, turned black and necrotic at a visible speed, and black, gnarled tree roots grew out.
His life force was draining away at an alarming rate, but his eyes remained fixed on the front, filled with resentment and bitterness.
"If I can't defeat your main body, surely I can defeat your clones?!"
Xia Tong gave a low shout.
He then drew the hound's fangs from his back, strode forward without a trace of pity in his eyes, and leaped high into the air, pressing his entire weight onto the hilt of his sword.
The massive, curved blade drew a chilling silver crescent in mid-air, like a real guillotine, as it viciously chopped down towards Malkit's thick nape!
Combat Technique - Hound Sword Technique!
"Snap!"
A very deep, muffled thud.
The superior cutting arc of the Great Curved Sword sliced through the thick skin and muscles of his neck like a hot knife through butter, embedding itself deeply into the bone.
however.
Just as Xia Tong was about to unleash her power and behead him with a single blow.
The hound, Longfang, in Xia Tong's hand was suddenly and forcefully repelled by a burst of golden flame.
Then, a dark shadow flashed before my eyes.
Xia Tong felt as if she had been hit head-on by a battering ram, and her whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
"Crack!"
In mid-air, Xia Tong clearly heard the crisp sound of her sternum cracking.
The prison equipment has malfunctioned!!
This prison device was originally an ancient relic from who-knows-how-many years ago, containing only a trace of the power used to bind the son of evil.
Although the restriction only lasted for a few breaths, it was a huge help to Xia Tong and the other two, creating a perfect environment for them to deal damage.
After all, in battle, life and death often hang in the balance in an instant.
With a loud "boom!"
Xia Tong was sent flying more than ten meters away, crashing heavily into a thick tree trunk next to the Tongcheng Tunnel in the distance.
"Crack!"
The tree trunk, which took two people to hug, was broken in half by the impact.
Xia Tong fell to the ground and immediately vomited a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, her vision going black.
Ignoring everything else, he instinctively pulled the Red Dewdrop Holy Grail bottle from his waist, uncorked it, and took a big gulp.
As the immense life force contained within the dewdrop explodes within it.
The near-death injuries were quickly relieved, and the fractured sternum slowly heated up and healed.
"That tail—it's absolutely terrifying—"
Xia Tong clutched her chest, still shaken.
In the distance, Markit, having broken free of his restraints, had already rolled away from the battle.
His tall frame looked somewhat disheveled at the moment, and he was panting heavily, slowly rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.
Blood flowed down his arm and dripped onto the ground.
In his cloudy eyes, a trace of barely concealed fear and trepidation finally appeared.
If the magic of the prison equipment hadn't just run out, and if he hadn't fought back with such incredible strength to break free, that one slash would have almost severed his head from that brat's neck.
"Xia Tong! Don't let him get away!"
Roger shouted anxiously from a distance.
Xia Tong leaned against the tree trunk to stand up, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and waved her hand to indicate that there was no need to worry: "He won't run away."
Running away was the thing Xia Tong was least worried about with Menggete.
During the defense of the royal city, facing countless powerful enemies, Montgomery did not back down an inch and stood up without hesitation to defend the royal city with his life.
Now he was facing the three of them.
Even if this was just a phantom clone he used to test the waters, there was absolutely no possibility of him deserting in the face of battle.
That doesn't fit the character of "Blessed King" Montgomery.
"Rutil".
Xia Tong rearranged the tactics in her mind: "Please keep Markit occupied and hold him off."
"Roger and I will be there to provide you with remote magical support."
With a "thump".
Ruthel tapped the surface of the Eclipse Shield with her spear to indicate that she understood.
She then transformed into a blur, appearing directly in front of Malkitt as she thrust out her spear.
Markitt's massive, hunched body resembled a behemoth driven to utter rage by a desperate beast.
He swung the ominous staff in his hand with a destructive force and smashed it fiercely towards the shield.
Then, the huge tail with rough horns appeared again and lashed out at Ruthel without warning.
"Bang!"
The immense force caused Ruth to stagger back three steps, creating a deep trench in the ground to absorb the impact.
Then, the giant hammer of light reappeared in Malkit's left hand.
He leaped high into the air, and the giant hammer slammed down like a meteorite.
Faced with this powerful blow, Ruthel did not choose to take it head-on.
Instead, he used a secret technique to teleport backward and evade.
The moment the giant hammer crashed down, shattering the ground.
She clung to him like a ghost, raised her large shield, and launched a shield charge!
With a dull thud, it slammed into Malkitt's massive body, which had lost its balance due to the impact, interrupting his subsequent attack.
Compared to the previous guerrilla tactics and harassment.
At this moment, Ruth was facing a completely berserk Malkitek, and the pressure she was under was several times greater.
And on the edge of the battlefield.
Xia Tong and Roger each created distance between themselves and unleashed a barrage of magic to deal damage.
Xia Tong's elusive "Surprise Attack Magic Gravel" targets Malkit's back and blind spots.
And Roger's "heavenly magic" from above left Malkitt struggling to stay afloat.
There are three directions in total, and a deadly attack could come at any moment.
Under such high pressure, being attacked from both sides.
Markitt's already battered body was covered in wounds, and her movements became slow and heavy.
However, Rutil took most of the damage head-on.
Her spiritual strength also dropped rapidly to below 80% at a rate visible to the naked eye.
"Boom—!"
Finally, after another Radiant Stone Giant Gravel hit him right in the face.
Accompanied by a tremendous roar filled with resentment and regret.
Markitt's towering body finally crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
He could no longer get up.
As life passes away.
Markitt raised his still fierce yellow eyes and stared intently at Xia Tong.
With his last strength, he whispered a curse and a threat: "—I will remember you, Faded One."
"Your pathetic fire of ambition has not yet been extinguished."
"Be afraid of the night."
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The hand of "ominous signs"—shows no mercy.
Done.
Markitt's enormous form began to slowly dissipate.
It turned into a wisp of gray mist and completely disintegrated in the morning breeze.
All that remained was a tattered brown coat and some insignificant accessories lying on the stone slab.
"This was indeed just a clone he projected."
Even so, defeating this clone exhausted all three of them.
A magnificent and vast rune emerged from the place where Malkitt had vanished.
It then split into two streams, one large and one small, which flowed into Xia Tong and Roger's bodies respectively.
The rune that surged into Xia Tong's body was extremely large.
There are a full twelve thousand points.
Watching Malkit completely vanish.
Xia Tong's tense nerves finally relaxed.
Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming wave of extreme fatigue wash over me from all parts of my body, and even my brain felt dizzy and throbbing.
This is a consequence of excessive mental exertion combined with the aftereffects of recovering from a serious injury.
He quickly picked up the Blue Dew Holy Grail bottle, took a sip, and only then did he feel the stinging pain in his head subside somewhat.
After regaining some of my strength.
Xia Tong stepped forward to examine the loot that Markit had dropped.
He rummaged through the pile of ashes.
Upon picking it up, I saw that it was a dark brown leather bag with a pattern of golden tree leaves.
The leather bag is made of very tough material, and the delicate stitching used to close the opening emits a faint golden light.
"This should be the amulet pouch."
Xia Tong held it in her hand and touched it a couple of times. The texture was excellent: "It feels like real leather. Now I can finally carry an extra amulet."
He gave an unequivocal assessment, and a surge of joy welled up inside him.
the other side.
The magician Roger also arrived, walking unsteadily.
Xia Tong then noticed that his face was terribly pale, even bloodless, and his breathing had become weak.
"Roger, what's wrong? Are you alright?"
Xia Tong quickly stepped forward to support him.
"It's nothing—it's nothing, it's just that my magic power was a little overdrawn."
Roger waved weakly and gave a forced, bitter smile: "I'm afraid I can't continue the journey. I need to find a place to recuperate for a while."
"Xia Tong, do you still want to continue?"
As he spoke, Roger turned his head.
He pointed to the long, dark tunnel leading to the city in the distance.
At the end of the tunnel, it can be clearly seen through the dim light.
Nearly a hundred fully armed Grek soldiers and heavy knights, lined up in battle formation, were guarding the massive main gate of Stoneville.
They've already heard the commotion here.
At this moment, they were watching Xia Tong from afar, their spears forming a forest, ready for battle.
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