Chapter 334: Chapter 232 Mechanical Descension of the Gods_2
“The Nightwalker gains amplification in this area, sealing all my potions in one breath…”
“It’s rare to see you take a loss like that, Akebin.”
In the darkness, the glowing cigarette butt lit up, emitting a somewhat mocking tone.
“Didn’t you lose to Jack last time? In the Mystic Realm, there are always bigger fish. Arrogance is just a display of ignorance… I remember someone was beaten to paralysis, unable to handle even their own excrement.”
Akebin said indifferently.
The conversation fell into a brief silence.
The red glow of the cigarette also extinguished.
Mr. Pot and Mr. Bottle stood together, making no reckless moves.
“Where has the Silver Pot gone?”
“He said he had a way to deal with the enemy, telling us to act according to circumstances.”
“Ahaha! That’s the Silver Pot for you! I trust him!”
Mr. Pot laughed heartily, hands akimbo.
At that moment, Chen Lun had already removed the Silver Pot’s headpiece, entering the “Limit State”. His body was covered in pale armor as he walked in a certain direction with a rolling air of blood… Divination in this area was affected as well, but it still offered a vague guide to his path.
This was due to his relatively high weighting in divination.
After he was enveloped by this “night”, he suddenly felt his power strengthen.
‘It’s the Moon Goddess’s Blessing that doubles in effect at night…’
Chen Lun quickly realized the reason.
‘Those two Executioners probably can’t imagine that this dark region could end up ‘aiding the enemy’… Perfect for me to unleash my strongest form without any concerns, under the cover of darkness.’
Taking a few more steps forward, Chen Lun raised his right hand, and dark, sharp claws slowly emerged.
The Mystic Mage Executioner suddenly turned pale, with an intense premonition of death surging in his heart, his body involuntarily breaking out in a cold sweat.
He didn’t blindly trust his “Airflow Barrier” and instead dodged fiercely to the side.
His choice was correct.
The highly condensed air shield only hindered the claws for half a second before being violently torn apart, the Executioner’s arm inevitably slashed with three deep gashes.
If he hadn’t dodged in time, his body would have been torn apart!
The Mystic Mage, clutching his injured arm, swiftly cast a “Cat’s Step” magic spell on himself, increasing his speed and reducing noise at the same time.
He moved left and right, retreating in a zigzag path to distance himself from his assailant and escape the danger of being approached closely.
Although a Sequence Six, the Arcanist’s physique was relatively fragile compared to others. Comparing across different paths, apart from the Sun, Flesh, and Deep Sea, the bodies of other Sequences’ Transcendents were not very strong, and many were considered “squishy”.
After retreating a distance, the Arcanist’s expression became even more terrified.
Because he found that the attacker was not only not shaken off but followed him like a shadow, even closing the gap steadily!
The dark claws, almost undetectable in the dark, sped towards his throat at an incredible speed!
The Nightwalker companion arrived just in time, intercepting the claws with a soul-damaging sleeve dagger.
Sparks flickered momentarily in the darkness.
Chen Lun only felt his vision being dragged backwards, and a fleeting pain surged through his body.
It was not a physical pain but a spiritual one, a pain that touched his soul.
A thought flashed in his mind.
However, Chen Lun was blessed with the Moon Goddess’s Blessing, which increased his soul resistance; the Nightwalker’s attack did not render Chen Lun incapable of fighting.
Chen Lun roared gravely.
His pale wings beat towards the left front, and thousands of tendrils writhed at the same time!
The Nightwalker was taken aback, not expecting his secretly murderous sleeve dagger to merely graze the opponent with a surprise “Soul Lash”, resulting in no significant injury.
This disbelief lingered for only a moment.
A tremendous force struck, the Nightwalker screaming as he was sent crashing into the boundary of the Nightfall, followed by a loud thud, the whole area collapsed with it.
His bones shattered and muscles severed, he was flung several dozen meters away like a lump of mud.
As the darkness dissolved, light flooded the surroundings in an instant, and Chen Lun closed his eyes in advance to avoid being momentarily blinded by the maladjustment.
His nostrils twitched slightly as he used the “Five Senses Perception” magic to lock onto the Mystic Mage’s location, his lips curling into a wicked smile.
The Mystic Mage never expected his counterpart to fall in a single encounter, and with the abrupt dissipation of the night, he too was caught off guard, squinting his eyes against the sudden light.
A severe pain erupted in his chest!
With a wet thrust, dark claws pierced through his heart, and the Sequence Six Executioner was hoisted high by Chen Lun.
The Executioner coughed up blood, his hands desperately grasping Chen Lun’s arm, struggling.
Chen Lun casually tossed his opponent to the ground, then methodically put on the Silver Pot’s headpiece and exited the “Limit State”.
Two Sequence Six Executioners taken down by one person!
“How much time did that take?”
Chen Lun asked without looking back.
Akebin slowly approached, answering.
“Looks like we went overtime, huh.”
Chen Lun laughed softly.