"Damn it, you wild buffalo, you've really messed up this time..." Pierce muttered, but his brows were clearly furrowed with excitement. He raised his arm and shouted, "Star Power, Capricorn Cloth... Descend--!!"
Almost immediately after those words were spoken, almost the same thing happened to Paul Pierce.
A black iron box, vividly engraved with four Capricorn constellations, appeared from his forehead as a beam of black light. The box opened automatically, unleashing a burst of light and flames. A majestic metal goat charged out, instantly transforming into 50 streams of light that enveloped Pierce. As the flames dissipated, a striking, bizarre, jet-black armor was revealed. In the instant all was complete, a colossal, divine goat totem composed of 50 stars and sharp Jianjiao roared, tearing through the dark void and appearing behind Pierce. Its aura was equally mysterious, ancient, and vast.
"What... is this?" Allen's eyes widened as he stared at the incomprehensible scene before him.
In that unbelievable instant, the two burly men, devoid of any sense of samurai honor, miraculously transformed before his eyes, becoming 'god warriors' clad in strange black armor. They seemed to have traveled through time, appearing vividly before him. It was a feeling that the blond-haired Allen couldn't describe—like gods descending to earth, their majesty unassailable. The blond-haired Allen had encountered many mysterious events in the Imperial Knights' Hall and had witnessed the terrifying power of Moon Class experts Summon Dou Weapon, but what had just happened was far beyond his comprehension.
Ding ding ding ding ding--!
The ultimate move, [ Furiously Stacking Ten Thousand Waves ], erupted in an instant. The blue swords, which surrounded the two like lightning, whistled through the sky and mercilessly strangled them like a net.
However, the imagined scene of flying flesh and shattered armor did not occur.
The blond Allen was deeply shocked, his eyes widening in disbelief, because he saw the black armor of the two men emit a series of crisp sounds. Not only did it not break, but it didn't even leave a trace. It was as if the evening breeze was blowing a purple wind chime hanging in the corner of the window of the Goddess's palace, melodious and refreshing, like heavenly music.
"How is this possible? That... damn it, what kind of armor is that?"
Seeing the peak destructive power of his strongest Dou Qi technique, which couldn't even leave a trace of white mark on the black armor, as if weak water had been caressing an ancient rock, the water shattered into pieces but couldn't budge the Rock in the slightest... the blond Allen's expression was as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
The next instant, the opponent launched a counterattack.
"You blond brat, take this... Great Horn!!"
Drogba ducked, clasped his fists to his chest, and charged forward in a strange posture. His figure was like an arrow released from a bow, arriving in an instant, whistling through the air. He swung his shoulder to the side, aiming straight at the blond Allen in the chest, carrying an indescribable sense of ferocity, like a peerless blade ready to be drawn at any moment.
"Hahaha, you think an attack of this level can break through my Dou Qi defense?"
After a slight surprise, blond Allen laughed triumphantly. The Dou Qi emanating from this burly man was only at the Two-Star Class Mid Stage, posing no threat to him whatsoever. He stood still, his blue Dou Qi forming an arc of light around him, protecting him. Water-Element Dou Qi is best suited for defense.
"Then you try it on me!" Drogba slammed his shoulder into him viciously.
The blue arc of light gently dipped slightly downwards, easily blocking Drogba's attack. Although the heavy impact forced the blond Allen back a few steps, the protective blue arc of light remained firm. Just as he was about to laugh, he suddenly felt a wave of weakness wash over him, and his Dou Qi showed signs of not flowing smoothly.
"Damn it, I've overused my Dou Qi..." The blond Allen's expression changed drastically.
"Break for me!!" Drogba suddenly dropped his usual playful and unrestrained expression, becoming more serious than ever before. With a sudden roar, he exerted force with his shoulders, as if the ground beneath his feet was about to crack. At the same time, a subtle, ancient star power flashed out, disintegrating the azure arc of light blocking his path.
Click... Click... Click!
The protective arc of light conjured by Four-Star Class Dou Qi actually shattered under the heavy armor of Two-Star Class Dou Qi.
"There is indeed something strange about this... However, your attack ends here!" The blond Allen was startled by what he saw, but he was not panicked. He forced up his weak Dou Qi, knowing that the longsword could not break through the opponent's armor. He punched Drogba heavily in the chest with his left hand, intending to use the Bash to break through the armor and shatter the opponent's internal organs and bones.
"Whoosh--!"
Drogba indeed spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed entirely on the face of blond Allen. Although the Taurus Cloth had the effect of shock absorption and weakening the opponent's Bash, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great. The difference between Two-Star Class and Four-Star Class was immeasurable. Drogba could not fully exert the power of the Cloth, and it was impossible for him not to be injured.
But just then--
" The Excalibur... Ai--S--Ka--Ri--Ba--!!!"
With a sharp shout, an incomparably Sharp Sword came from the side and behind. Drogba, who was spitting blood, suddenly stretched out his arms and tightly gripped the blond Allen. Then, he turned around abruptly. The enormous physical strength after being tempered and modified by the [ Hulk Potion ] left this Four-Star Class Dou Qi expert helpless for a moment, and the two instantly switched positions.
Whoosh--!
An invisible sword aura shot past.
A brief silence.
"Hahaha! Hahahaha! It's useless. No matter what method you use, the strength of Four-Star-Rank Warrior is beyond the comprehension of two weaklings who have just reached the Two-Star Class. Even if you happen to shatter my Dou Qi aura arc, you still can't break through it... uh?"
The blond-haired Allen, who had been laughing arrogantly with his head tilted back, suddenly froze.
A cool, tingling sensation came from his waist. Looking down, he saw that his Knights' Hall standard metal armor had been neatly split in two, revealing the skin underneath. A series of fine blood droplets, like tiny pearls, lined up in a straight line on his skin.
Drogba, who was still tightly holding him, was coughing up blood. His injuries seemed to be far more severe than those of the blond-haired Allen in his arms. But the next moment, as Drogba loosened his grip and lay down crookedly, the blond-haired Allen, who was still standing, suddenly let out a strange howl like a desperate beast. A series of blood mists sprayed wildly from his waist, and then his entire body, along with the two-meter-high withered grass within a twenty-meter radius behind him, was cleanly severed in two!
"Such fast sword energy, such sharp sword energy, haha... you... you win!"
With his last breath, the blond-haired Allen, lying on the ground, managed to utter these words before closing his eyes and dying with resentment. He never understood why those two seemingly insignificant opponents suddenly possessed such mysterious and astonishing black armor, why the black-haired strongman could shatter his protective Dou Qi arc, or why that sharp sword aura could sever his body protected by Four-Star Class Water-Element Dou Qi.
" Didier, how are you? You're not dead?" After dealing with his opponent, Paul Pierce quickly went over and Earth Inquiry concern.
"Cough cough... cough cough... you heartless white-haired brat, how could you do that? What if you had cut me in two with that One Sword too?" Drogba was badly injured, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
"Oh, you can swear now? Hehe, looks like you're not seriously injured!" Pierce breathed a sigh of relief, chuckled, and took out a bottle of pale red potion from his pocket, pouring it into Drogba's mouth. He said, "Wasn't this all your own terrible idea? You held him so this blond kid couldn't dodge, allowing me to use my Excalibur to cut him down... Besides, you're wearing the Taurus Cloth bestowed by His Majesty; my Excalibur can't possibly fail to harm you!"
The pale red medicine entered his mouth with astonishing efficacy, and Drogba's injuries healed rapidly. He took a breath and said, his expression unusually serious. "That's right, thankfully we had the Cloth bestowed by His Majesty, otherwise we would have been dancing cheek-to-cheek with Death God today. Four-Star Class Dou Qi master, he's indeed formidable. If we hadn't depleted a lot of his Dou Qi earlier, the two of us really wouldn't have been a match for him!"
"Compared to His Majesty, we are still far behind. We must become stronger as soon as possible in order to keep up with His Majesty's pace..." Pierce thought of how easily Sun Fei could deal with Four-Star Class experts, as if cutting melons and vegetables, and felt a sense of admiration.
"Go quickly and support Brook; he's under the most pressure..."
Drogba stood up and let out a loud whistle. A neighing sound came from afar, and two level-four magical Crimson Flame Beast, burst through the grass and galloped over like lightning. The two mounted their horses and sped off towards Brook.
"Kill--!"
When they were less than ten meters from the hill, the enraged Scarface Knight leader, fueled by his horsepower, leaped into the air, his body flashing with dazzling silver flames. Like a giant bird, he slashed his One Sword at the group on the hill, unleashing massive silver sword energies that danced wildly like silver snakes, sweeping across all directions in an instant.
"Retreat immediately..." Brook roared, ordering the charging Chambord soldiers to back down.
At the same time, he channeled his Dou Qi and swung his sword to block the attacks repeatedly.
However, the Scarface Knight leader unleashed a furious attack, most of his sword energy hurtling towards him. He couldn't completely block it; a series of soft "pfft pfft pfft pfft" sounds rang out as countless bloody gashes opened on his body, splattering out shocking sprays of blood. The difference in strength between the two was too great; in just one exchange, Brook was covered in blood...
However, the Chambord Army remained steadfast, refusing to back down an inch.
Behind them, the last few dozen returning miners had not yet crossed the broken stone bridge.
"Hahaha, so that's it. Those lowly slaves are the reason you ordered your men to fight to the death?" The scarred knight leader was incredibly shrewd. With just a glance at the scene on the distant stone bridge, he guessed the whole reason. A cruel smile appeared on his face, "Today, I will let you see with your own eyes that what you are protecting will all turn to smoke and dust, hahaha!"
He suffered a series of setbacks today and was filled with resentment.
As he spoke, his longsword trembled, and several silver sword lights shot out, about to sever Brook's limbs, capture him alive, and thoroughly cook him. Then he would make him witness Chambord City turn to ashes before finally beheading this stubborn Chambord Archipelago commander to vent his anger.
Brook gripped his longsword tightly, refusing to back down.
However, his injuries were quite severe, and he was already having difficulty moving.
He had no skilled fighters by his side. Lampard and the Heng and Ha Generals had been sent out to distract the enemy and hold back several other skilled fighters, and they hadn't returned in time... He was in grave danger!
But then, a sudden change occurred—
Whoosh whoosh whoosh--!
Four fire elemental arrows, surging with terrifying magical energy, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and struck the silver sword light precisely. With a deafening roar, the sword light and the fire magic arrows exploded violently at the same time, and visible shockwaves spread outwards.
"A master? Who is it?" The Scarface Knight leader was greatly alarmed.
How could there be such a master in Chambord City?
Those four arrows, in terms of both magical fluctuations and skillful accuracy, were astonishing, indicating a cultivation level at least above Four-Star Class. They were undoubtedly a rare and formidable opponent. How could such a master be hidden in a small, sixth-rank vassal state, a region as insignificant as an anthill?