The environment of Shadowlands is harsh for any Lifeform. Any battle started in this environment will cause headaches, depression, and confusion.
Especially in the face of those Kvaldir Warrior who continuously walked out of Mists, a very cruel scene showed Dick what numerical advantage is.
In the past, maybe he only needed a wave of Holy Light to scatter the Mists protecting their bodies, and then kill them like chopping melons and vegetables, but now he can't, MAX's Holy Power has not disappeared from his body, and Core of Lightning continues to provide him with huge energy.
But judging from the external performance, they have all been suppressed, suppressed by this world full of Despair. The Rules here is too chaotic. 10 points of Holy Light are exposed, and only less than 1 point is left. This can be seen from the fact that Dick and even Avatar Lightning cannot do it.
The suppression of Elements energy in this place is too strong. It is like a stingy place that only allows the existence of death energy, arbitrarily squeezing out other Elementss.
Only one energy is normal...Order!
This is a power higher than the world. Shadow Realm and Rules alone cannot affect it. It is precisely because the Longsword in Dick's hand is still entangled with Silver Light. This makes Combat Strength suppressed to the extreme, and he will not be aggrieved by the endless siege of miscellaneous soldiers. Execute.
But even so, Dick's current situation is extremely bad.
"Bah! You bastard! You still won't kneel down in front of King!"
Dick just kicked the soldier who came out of Mists behind him back into the dirty Sea. He was tall, wearing armor covered with black Rust, holding Bone Sword in his hand, and carrying Dark Green on his head. Crown, at least 4 meters high Vrykul Warrior rushed out of Mists, like a burst of mist Storm, slashed at Dick's head with a sword, Windfury collided with the sword, Dick's body slid back two steps before he stopped retreating. The guy opposite had his hands ignited by the silver flames wrapped around the sword blade, but he roughly wiped those palms on his body, and then rushed towards Dick with a curse.
"You country bumpkin, don't even think about hurting me! You bastard, you'll die!"
"Bang"
With Gray The energy blade of Mists hit the ground in front of Dick, which was composed of Bones and the sunken ship Remains A large hole was opened in the floating continent by the energy carried by the weapon. Mists Warriors, who was standing around the impact point, was unlucky. The shock wave caused by the huge force was smashed back into Mists.
Paladin took a step back, and in the blink of an eye, he dodged the powerful and heavy blow, then rushed forward, jumped up from the ground, punched the rude guy on the cheek, knocking his Crown away, and kicked his left foot on his sitting leg, forcing him to half kneel in front of Dick.
Silver Flame's fist prints were precisely printed on his face, making Vrykul, who was as tall as Dick, look extremely embarrassed. Paladin's own strength was on par with him, and Light and Shadow In a flash, Dick with a gloomy face broke through Mists like a shadow and appeared behind Vrykul who called himself King. He held Windfury in both hands and stabbed him viciously in the chest.
Silver Flame is burning in Necromancer Warrior's body. The completely opposite energy is burning his mind and soul. Among them, there is also the impatient voice of Paladin,
"How dare you call me a bastard?"
With his left hand drawn back, Windfury pulled out from behind Ymiron. Although he was suppressed miserably, it did not mean that Dick had lost the ability to fight back. Seeing him as Mortal's Just like Hero, Invincible was roaming among her Kvaldir army. Helya's teeth as sharp as a file were rubbed against each other. She lowered her head and glanced at the glass ball in her hand, which was her trophy.
Anveena is like a little ghost in a glass ball, bound in the glass of Dark Green. She holds the edge with both hands, opens and closes her mouth, cursing at Helya, and the golden Holy Fire has filled the core of the glass ball, making this Arcane Power ball look extremely beautiful.
"Oh, my little cutie!"
Helya put the glass ball in front of her eyes and shook it. Looking at Anveena who was dizzy and packing the box, she grinned with satisfaction. This was a ferocious smile, but it also represented Helya's determination.
This golden Holy Light Elements Creature is an unexpected surprise, but Helya has seen her future, a future with unlimited potential. If she can transform it into Shadow Val'kyr, let alone the chief Val'kyr under Odyn Eir... The dark future she will bring is enough to make Helya feel the throb of tentacles all over her body.
"You will be my sharpest knife."
The god of death Shadowlands sighed. The little Rage brought by Dick had been wiped out by the shadow's future expectations. She stretched out her hand lazily and waved back, as if it was an order or some vicious relief.
At this moment, the entire dirty Chaos Ocean began to shake. With a shrill horn, a huge bone Warships tore open the wet Despair Mists and sailed out from the sea.
Its hull is still covered with seaweed and the bones of unknown creatures like Kvaldir and other Warships, but it is even more ferocious, and its bow is like a huge mouth with a bloody mouth. The big mouth of the skeletal monster contained cannons covered with patina, as well as the mast, which was clearly supported by the spine of a whole giant beast. The entire Warships was as dim as if it was rusted.
Its flag, which is a flag? It is clearly a death flag made of dead people's hair intertwined together, swaying in the windless Shadow Realm. An old Vrykul wearing a Gray hood and carrying a sickle stood at the bow of the ship. The sickle in his hand waved forward gently, An invisible blade slashed at the weak Holy Light Shield next to Dick, causing Paladin who was massacring those Mists Warriors to help but look up at the Ghost ship that was sailing out of the sea as if it were sailing in the air.
With the appearance of that ship, the entire Shadowlands became different. The pervasive Despair became thicker, like a substantial oppression. Along with the faint sound of war drums, the world's rejection became more and more serious.
"I admit that you are very good at fighting, but facing my Champion, you have to die humbly."
The voice of Helya came from the depths of Mists. It seemed that this proud god of death still did not bother to take action personally.
"After all... how dare you fight against God? How can you fight against God?"
"Naglfar..."
The sound was like hitting Dick's heart word by word, but Paladin did not take the time to argue with Helya. He lowered his head and glanced at his left hand. No matter whether he faced the flames of Black Dragon or the power of Chaos of Old Gods, his left arm had never faded. It was now covered with black light spots, and as time went on, the speed of these light spots appeared faster and faster.
It's like Fist of Tyr has become rusty, and the most terrible thing is that the connection between Fist of Tyr and the body, which was originally integrated, has also become slightly blocked. Although it is just a trace, Dick knows what this means.
Shadowlands That damn Rules has begun to corrode the link between itself and Silver Hand.
Helya is obviously not as Pride as she appears. She keenly discovered the reason why Dick can still hold on in Shadowlands, so she While releasing Naglfar to entangle Dick, he mobilized Rules of Shadowlands to start targeting Dick's support.
Aware of this, Paladin quickly retreated towards the turbid Ocean behind him, not because he was afraid of this ship. In the legend of Vrykul, it would only carry the Warships sailing with Undead. In its heyday, he could dismantle it with one hand. It was just a tool for Helya to transport the dead between Shadowlands and Mortal World.
Although there are legends that anyone who sees this ship will suffer bad luck and die unexpectedly. But Dick knows that this ship is far from as weird as the rumors. It is just a troop transport ship, but the people on it are not these people who came from Mists The Kvaldir that came out are all "Champion" carefully selected by Helya over hundreds of thousands of years, the real elite named Helarjar, and Soulbinder Hablon, a mysterious guy.
Not a difficult guy to deal with.
But for Dick now, it's time to leave. After the bottom line is revealed, staying here becomes meaningless. Not only can't he save Anveena and Anduin, he may even get himself involved!
"If you want to take a boat, you have to pay the fare!"
Hablon's deep voice swayed on the Mist Sea, and along with the scythe he raised high, the mouth of the skeletal beast on the bow of Naglfar opened, revealing the triple artillery in it, and slowly rose up.
"Sorry, but I'm not going to take your boat!"
Dick turned around and shouted at Naglfar who was approaching. With both legs strong, he threw himself towards the turbid Ocean. At the same moment, Ghost The artillery fired loudly, and the white flames streaked across the sky and smashed into the position of Dick. The land composed of bones and ship planks turned into a piece of Fragments due to the heavy blow and the subsequent explosion of crazy death energy.
But Dick disappeared...
"He ran away? How dare he!!!"
Helya's sharp voice pierced Shadowlands's Tranquility. Dick disappeared from her attention, like a loud slap on her face. the Master, who calls herself Shadowlands, how could she allow this to happen?
Let a madman who provoked God escape from God's Anger?
What a joke!
"Find! Find him! Find him... find him for me!"
Helya's crazy screams brought about frantic death Storm in this Shadowlands, sweeping almost every inch of the place. Among her Anger, the all-pervasive Mists danced wildly on this land, even going deep under Ocean, but no one found...
Dick is gone...
It is retreat, not fear, nor escape.
Everyone, including Helya, believed that he would come back, just like a mouse that had to throw itself into a trap!