Ende02 Kissin Time: Kiss Time
Foreword:
Stand up, there's nothing to be afraid of.
--kiss
[Part 1: Cluster Stance]
"What kind of stance is that?" Gloria asked in a low voice, "Fret Caesar, have you ever seen this sword stance before?"
The well-informed demons of the Netherworld immediately recognized Beowulf king's battle tactics, which were also the most ancient blue gold, the wolf mother's companion, the broadsword-wielding ranger Osin Vancleef's middle section.
"Can that defensive sword stance really stop the Flash Butterfly's attack?" Gloria possessed extraordinary martial arts skills, with profound expertise in both hand-to-hand combat and weapon fighting. "His sword hand was half-extended, but his arm was bent and placed in front of the shield. Rather than preparing to fight to the death—it was more of a ceremonial posture. I don't understand it."
"Legend has it that the ancient Olympian martial arts included Pankrasin techniques, a unique swordsmanship created by the Kit hero Beowulf by incorporating Pankrasin fighting methods—I don't know much about it, only that I've seen this stance in epic paintings and other literary works," Fret replied. "With his chest tucked in, head hunched, back arched, arms bent, and all the power gathered in his core, this is the stance of the Wise King Beowulf in the 'Final Battle with the Dragon Demon Grendel,' a narrative painting depicting the king wielding the Invisible Ice Sword (an elven magic sword that immediately dissipates upon leaving the water) as he duels the Dragon Demon."
"This is the [cluster stance] of the Wolf Sword Technique. It requires concentrating your strength and attacking with both sword and shield simultaneously."
Gloria suddenly became excited. "What a counterintuitive way to exert force! I'm getting more and more excited!"
As the spiritual pressure environment at the beachhead continues to change--
--The Flash Butterfly realized that the Lapis Lazuli Guards in front of it seemed difficult to deal with.
It was first snatched away by a Berloberg, then slammed hard to the ground, billowing smoke from the sand pit and bringing out its wings. The wing-like spurs suddenly stirred up a gale, but it calmly steadied itself and returned to a state of flight that hovered close to the ground.
At a distance of no more than six meters, all one hundred evil eyes on its body stared intently at the white wolf knight.
Having lost its primary weapon, it immediately improvised, using Jason Megan's intracranial memories to grab two mutated hounds. In the blink of an eye, this grotesque and terrifying polymer of human flesh was transformed into a newly created work of art in the Flash Butterfly's hands—a double-headed spear.
This is Jason's most proficient weapon type, and the Flash Butterfly also inherited Mr. Jason's combat skills.
Meteor remained still, seemingly a different person.
In a traditional melee combat scenario, this gorilla would have charged and leaped in the very first round to build up energy and execute the kill.
He became more patient, turning into a hunter waiting for his prey. He continued to use the pack stance of the wolf swordsmanship, completely guarding the center line and waiting for the opportunity to attack.
The apostle hounds that kept circling and probing him couldn't sway his mind; these beasts were always waiting for their chance to strike— the Flash Butterfly in disguise lifted Jason's head and pointed it lightly.
Scattered apostle scum gathered at the seven o'clock position behind the meteor, and the hounds, who had been standing at just over 120 centimeters tall, suddenly transformed into a gigantic monster nearly three meters tall.
Meteor still didn't turn around. He could sense the change in spiritual pressure and smell the intense blood energy that had suddenly gathered in the air.
This is probably a trap set by the Flash Butterfly to lure the enemy from both sides; he will not change his sword stance.
Almost simultaneously, the giant apostle hound and the Flash Butterfly launched their attacks!
The flesh-and-blood angels, hovering and shifting at low altitudes, suddenly accelerated their charge, their spears aimed directly at the White Wolf Knight.
The Apostle Hound followed closely behind, merging with several puppies again along the charge route, its size swelling to almost the size of a truck.
In that instant, the white wolf's posture remained almost unchanged; he moved forward a full three hundred centimeters.
--The Heart-Protecting Iron Shield perfectly protected his vital organs.
With a single stroke of the nail-shaped greatsword, the flesh was cut and blood drained, like a bolt of blue lightning, cleaving the Flash Butterfly in two!
The eight wings, formed from skin, lost their support and hung limply on the right shoulder of the Flash Butterfly, like a tattered rag.
The monster didn't understand what was happening; everything seemed to have happened too fast and too suddenly.
It brushed past the General of Tears as he charged forward, the spear in its hand barely piercing the air—as if it had passed through the very fabric of the sky, deflected and knocked away by a powerful force.
To avoid the attack of the hounds, it deliberately instructed its obedient servant to choose the seven o'clock position for a coordinated attack. However, the Homo sapiens did not dodge or yield, but instead charged forward.
"Such incredible mobility! Such terrifying arm strength!" Gloria exclaimed in amazement. "With just a slight step, he can leap forward five or six meters, and with his core tucked in and arm slightly bent while wielding the sword, there's almost no wrist tilt when the blade makes a cut—I thought the gunsmith's weapon-wielding technique was already unparalleled in the world."
Before he could finish speaking, the battle situation took another turn.
Even with its terrifying self-healing ability, Flash Butterfly has lost a wing still needs three or four precious seconds to regain its high-altitude advantage.
The Apostle Hound, having missed its first strike, gave chase almost without hesitation, trying to buy its master a little time.
To outsiders, this was a perfectly reasonable tactical decision, a gift from Jason Megan to the Flash Butterfly, and a perfect coordinated combat strategy.
But to a shooting star, it is a precious opportunity.
To separate these two mythical units, he must wait for the right opportunity and remain patient and defensive.
The Flash Butterfly possesses a high-ground advantage, which is particularly important in combat using cold weapons. The person occupying the high ground has the initiative, can determine the trajectory of the weapon, the timing of the attack, and possesses a significant strength advantage.
The Apostle Hound's mobility far surpasses that of a meteor. Even in his half-wolf form, he cannot outrun these monsters that travel at speeds exceeding 80 or 90 kilometers per hour. And this speed advantage can determine where the battle begins and ends.
To deal with both of them simultaneously means that the initiative in the battle and the fighting scenario are both under the enemy's control, a cruel condition that Meteor cannot accept without a little thought.
We must break them up and hold the midline in order to find a suitable opportunity to counterattack.
Now!
The Apostle Hounds advanced in a low, menacing posture, intending to use harassment tactics to deter the White Wolf Knight from attacking.
--This is the Flash Butterfly's command: conserve your strength, avoid damage, and survive these three or four seconds.
Like Beowulf, the General of Tears's pack formation possesses the momentum and power of a wolf pack's charge, and [Wolf Step] grants him extraordinary mobility.
Faced with the overwhelming pressure of the Apostle Hound, which resembled a small hill, Meteor did not dodge. Instead, he changed his stance and once again drew his sword—he was about to unleash his own Pankrasin!
The Berloberg Spike Greatsword is like a laughable steel needle when facing the Apostle Hound— the Flash Butterfly forces the dog servant to crouch low and crawl with its paws outstretched to intimidate the enemy. This is also due to the General of Tears's attack range; as long as the dog doesn't make a mistake, it shouldn't suffer too serious injuries.
But the instant the gleaming blade sank into its sheath, the cloak formed from the spirit armor coalesced into a beast-headed hilt. This hundred-centimeter-long steel nail suddenly expanded and deformed, transforming the sheath back into a heavy "block of iron" with a hint of eerie blue.
--In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, the sword-wielding stance flowed smoothly, and the armor transformed into a giant sword. With a clang, the iron-shaped shield was firmly attached to the "iron block," transforming into the blade to Dragon Slayer.
With just a turn, with just a single sword thrust, this weapon transformation seemed to have been practiced countless times in Meteor's mind.
Iron Knight, as the General of Tears's cane, has the ability to transform. After [Mr. Wei Meng Rap] transforms into a spirit weapon, it becomes the perfect toy for this boy who never grows up.
The enormous "iron block" stirred up a chilling aura, which was then followed by a burst of intense, flame-shaped light.
--By working together with both arms, you can feel the surging wind and see the white rainbow!
"Drink!!!--"
Just these three seconds! Only these three seconds are needed!
The Apostle Hound's head, the size of a truck cab, was cleaved in two by a single sword strike!
Before the charred flesh could heal, it was torn to pieces by the surging sword wind!
Although its neck and torso did not come into contact with the iron block, this inexplicable impact caused the broken-backed dog to suddenly lose all its strength. Its spine was cracking, as if subjected to an inexplicable and enormous wind pressure—muscle fibers were torn apart everywhere, and bone fragments and flesh splattered everywhere! Even its blood was evaporated by the high temperature into a floating pink spray!
Without even bothering to wipe away the charred, foul-smelling blood, the White Wolf Knight removed his sword and shield, sheathed his blade, and re-entered a pack stance, disengaging from the [Wolf Bite] killing posture.
He took a tiny breath through his teeth, maintaining his intense concentration.
At this moment, the Apostle Hound's corpse slumped slightly, its flesh losing all vitality, with no chance to heal! It was a direct blow to the brain that killed it instantly!
The Flash Butterfly was stunned on the spot.
--It also saw in Jason Megan's recollections how gunsmiths tore apart their fellow citizens, how they dismembered angels with ruthless guns, martial arts, and butchering skills.
However, the White Wolf Knight's offensive capabilities, expressed through cold weapons, and the legendary hero who Death God units with "flowing flames," should be traced back to the Wolf Mother's companion from hundreds of years ago, an epic hero.
[Part ② - One more round]
On the other side, Lord Fret, who had just taken out his spare telescope and was leaning against the railing watching with great interest, suddenly felt his legs go weak and was so frightened that he sat back down on the floor tiles of the Sky Garden.
"Holy crap! This young man!"
Gloria simultaneously lowered her binoculars, her movements incredibly swift, as if she had seen a ghost.
What did you see?
Fret: "I don't know. I'm not sure."
Lady Goelia's face turned pale--
She was absolutely certain that no one could withstand this sword strike, not even any of her allies, no matter how strong their survival skills were.
Even figures like George Joshua would be torn apart by psionic weapons imbued with the White God's Blade.
The mobility and execution capabilities brought by this wolf swordsmanship, the sword wind within a twenty-six-step range, the surging spiritual pressure and target acquisition ability of the cyan-gold half-wolf—it could send the vast majority of carbon-based life forms in the world to meet their maker.
Even Kunwu, who has more than six hundred lives, would be reduced to ashes in the flame-shaped sword wind left by this bright blade.
"This is terrifying!" Gloria exclaimed, terrified. She no longer wanted to fight this opponent head-on and was already contemplating escape. "But... is it really enough to make you wet yourself?"
"I peed?!" Fret wasn't embarrassed at all; instead, he explained smugly, "You don't understand! I have demonic vision! I can see the flow of spiritual particles and spiritual essence!"
"The Pankras of the War King project sound waves of different frequencies into the enemy's body, using the resonance of these frequencies to destroy cells. Their bodies appear as soft, mushy mud, completely rotten from the inside out."
"Did you hear that loud whistle?!"
"Just like the Pankrasin of the War King who emits the shriek of a seagull! This whistle is the Pankrasin of the General of Tears, who shattered the entire spine of the Apostle Hound with a single slash!"
"That lingering, damaging flame-shaped sword wind in the air is more like water mist."
The knowledgeable Blue Stone Demon immediately grasped the mystery.
"This guy breaks down his spiritual weaponry into smaller parts and uses the White God's Sword of Berloberg to enchant it. These spiritual elements will slowly dissipate when they leave the spiritual weaponry, but they will leave behind a vacuum of life—like splashing water, except that General of Tears splashes out is scalding magma that can cause flesh to melt and explode."
The corpse of the Apostle Hound continued to emit strange whistling sounds. Hollow pores remained in various parts of its body, and the tissues compressed by the sword wind continued to dissolve and char, emitting a strange sizzling sound similar to that of cooking or roasting meat—lasting for a full six seconds before the remaining spiritual essence in the corpse completely dissipated.
It kept expanding, like a balloon, and the pressure difference caused by the hot and cold air caused the surrounding airflow to rush towards the scorching wound.
The Flash Butterfly seemed to sense a deadly threat--
--It not only possesses the iron-nickel core of Mother Earth, but also a portion of the primordial essence of the ferocious beast Chaos.
This made its will to survive exceptionally strong, and it feared death, unwilling to simply "return to oneness"—it roared at the General of Tears in a show of defiance, its throats and tongues emitting soul-stirring sounds from all parts of its body.
For a moment, the meteor was unable to move, controlled by the strange roar of the Flash Butterfly.
He felt mentally broken, and inexplicable images flashed before his eyes.
The distorted and warped sky and ground on the bay beach caused him to experience hallucinations.
--There is a dark iron ball, glowing red-hot, hidden deep within the earth's core.
That was the chaotic will of the Flash Butterfly in disguise, trying to confuse the General of Tears's mind.
The iron ball is an illusion evolved from the iron-nickel core of the Original Seed by the Chaos Immortal Embryo. It grows out mortal faces, all of which are Homo sapiens swallowed by Flash Butterfly.
Those thousand people, each with their own unique face and voice, launched an attack on Bu Liuxing simultaneously. They hurled insults, begged for mercy, laughed, and cried.
The powerful surge of psychic energy rendered Meteor immobile, and even his psionic armor became intermittent and difficult to maintain—he was undergoing a test, and his sword-wielding stance was slightly distorted.
Meanwhile, the Flash Butterfly, still focused on chanting incantations and releasing evil magic with a devout posture, moved slowly and laboriously toward the General of Tears's true form—the White Wolf Knight's will was resolute, and just restraining his physical body had already exhausted all her strength, making it impossible for her to launch a sudden attack.
Once you get close enough to him, use your ability to transform flesh and blood to swallow him whole.
Be quiet, go slowly, and make him lower his guard.
Just as Meteor was trapped in the illusion, the dog leash once again pulled him back to the brink of life and death.
The illusion of the iron ball formed from the Chaos Immortal Embryo was pushed away by a surge of spiritual energy. Although it was only a tiny distance away, the illusion that had completely blocked the meteor's vision and hearing also developed cracks.
Jason Megan struggled, transforming into a blue-green half-body spirit, like the giant spirit in a fairy tale. He was like Sisyphus pushing the rolling stone, trying his best to drive this illusion out of the General of Tears's spiritual world.
"Kid! Wake up! I don't have much strength left!"
Despite this, Meteor seemed to have turned into a wooden figure and remained unable to wake up.
His mental world was filled with noise and dazzling illusions.
The various sounds and lights completely diverted his attention.
Suddenly, a little girl went out early in the morning and arrived at the noodle shop on Second Street.
A myna bird came to the door and was killed by the house cat kept by the neighbor in the earthenware pot shop.
The cat was the shop owner's pet, and someone followed it into Wagangpu to tell him about it.
The owner then said that since the birds were domesticated, they had even less chance of surviving in the wild.
So Xiao Sun, who was practicing calligraphy nearby, ignored it and continued shoveling rice into his mouth.
This is what the meteor saw and heard.
The Flash Butterfly into Meteor and poured the memories of the dead, the chaotic perspectives, and the constantly changing sounds and lights into Meteor's mind like a DDoS attack.
They indiscriminately, regardless of time or audio track, filling the meteor shower with fragmented life memories of hundreds or even thousands of the deceased in just a few seconds.
Jason lost his limbs, his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs, and his psychic powers became increasingly weak, making him unable to resist the mental control brought about by the collective karma of all beings.
He was so tired, so tired that he wanted to sleep forever.
A deep rift appeared in this older man's heart.
Jason, it's time for you to make a choice.
This is the second time a dog leash has been used to help the General of Tears. Perhaps by exhausting himself here and completely giving up his will to live, Meteor still has a glimmer of hope.
There's no need to fear the hostages in the Flash Butterfly's clutches, no need to protect my head.
I will not be used by the Flash Butterfly, and I will completely sever my connection with this monster.
"Meteor, I'm leaving." Jason had barely uttered the words when he felt his spirit arm grow weaker and weaker.
The moment the concept of "death" entered his mind, he immediately lost all his strength, like a patient struggling to survive on a hospital bed who suddenly wanted to give up and suddenly couldn't go on.
The iron ball formed from the Chaos Immortal Embryo crushed Jason's spirit body, trying to completely squeeze him out of Meteor's spiritual world.
Just then--
--Old Bones pushed Jason's shoulder, slightly creating a gap through which light could pass through the hideous, thousand-faced iron ball.
Jason Megan regained some consciousness, her eyes filled with confusion.
The Old Bones's spirit was filled with "wise blue," and he gently tapped the castanets, deciding to turn against Gloria.
"The Blue Stone People are always shrewd, always cautious, and always wary of each other."
"But the lapis lazuli always helps each other, and there are often stories of self-sacrifice, which makes me feel ashamed."
"--Your turn."