4. Intelligence Judgement
10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure
The light spread as if possessed by its own will, attacking and rapidly dispersing the thick clouds of poison below, like ice and snow melting away.
The sky, covered by the dazzling white light, and the world below, engulfed by the extremely polluted rolling black clouds, were divided, making the Cruising bishops feel as though they were standing on the line between life and death.
However, the sea of light, sparked by the Hero's burst of Magic Power, couldn't last, quickly extinguishing and reverting the sky back to normal.
The Sergeant's eyes were unaffected by the burst of intense light, watching this scene while slightly tightening his grip on his Blade.
The azure sky was dominated by a hanging fierce sun, yet it gradually darkened again under the drifting black mist.
Standing once again atop the White Snake's head, the Hero didn't get the chance to feel the cool Snake Scales beneath her bare feet, as the searing pain caused her to furrow her brows.
In the recent Trade Wounds, her Silver Chain Armor was severely damaged. The melted and now corrupted black Mithril formed viscous droplets that slowly slid down her snow-white skin, leaving behind scarlet streaks.
Without time to lament the loss of the Chainmail purchased with a Black Card, which had barely been worn for a few days before being damaged, the complex and magnificent Magic Patterns by the Hero's side lit up once more, the shimmering waters of the Elemental Skirt Armor forming again on her surface.
The damaged Chainmail that was outside the Armor's coverage area was instantly burst and Purified, restoring the original color of the Mithril, but it had lost its Magical essence, turning into silver droplets and threads that sloughed off the Hero's body.
In the next instant, the Hero's skin was enveloped by the Elemental Skirt Armor, and then, as if suddenly realizing something, she swiftly turned her head to look in the direction of the Sergeant and the Cruising Bishop.
But the view in that direction was now obscured by a sudden blizzard, which was starting to lessen, and the Hero quietly sighed in relief before quickly locking her gaze back onto the Corrupted Phoenix in front of her.
Only at this moment did she clearly see the true form of the Corrupted Phoenix that had been obscured by flames and black clouds all this while.
The tainted flames that once served as both Armor and Weapons, were extinguished during the Hero's previous strike, and the master of the Phoenix Eyes finally revealed its form, regarding the Hero with a cold gaze.
Contrary to what the Hero had imagined, the Corrupted Phoenix's form did not possess the apparent ugliness of a Goblin but carried a twisted elegance worthy of the Phoenix name, with a twisted wickedness.
Upon the unfolded wings, the dark feathers carried no expected softness but instead had edges like the Blade of a thin saber, sharp to the sensation. The naturally hanging tail feathers were like metal whips, with tips as sharp as poison needles.
Just a glance at that Posture would make one's eyes sting.
Yet, its chest heaved gently like a soft marsh, as if an ancient unyielding night, with a dim Star seemingly suspended within, possessed an alluring force that compelled one to plunge into and willingly sink.
A bizarre contradiction and distortion made it hard to look directly at the Corrupted Phoenix, which lacked much ugliness. It was as if merely witnessing its existence would twist one's own soul and body.
The Hero vigilantly raised her fists anew—
1. Fight With One's Life♛
2. Buy Time for Spellcasting