Outside of the Sand Capital, a grand birthday celebration has already begun.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away on the front lines, another battle is raging.
The Skeleton Alliance senator [ Hard Armor ] was in a thick fog that blotted out the sun. Although it was the brightest part of the afternoon, the brightness around him was no different from that before a sudden rainstorm.
Although located high in the sky, the dense fog not only blocked out most of the light, but also blocked out the vast majority of sounds on the battlefield.
The shouts of battle that should have echoed in my ears now seemed to come from the sky.
"Hiss~"
A series of faint corroding sounds rose and fell. [ Hard Armor ] raised his hand and looked at the dense, rough marks that had appeared on the manifested Psionic Energy.
The armor he manifested was originally incredibly smooth, but after only a moment's stay in the acid mist, it completely turned into a frosted surface and was visibly becoming brittle and thinner.
This is the power of the Green Dragon...
[ Hard Armor ] couldn't help but wonder—how exactly did those politicians from nearly a century ago manage to expel him from the country?
At that time, he was not yet the one with the " Hard Armor," so he had only heard about it briefly and knew almost nothing about the specific battle situation.
"Whoosh~"
A dark, slender figure flashed through the thick fog before him, like a classic scene from a horror movie, instantly putting [ Hard Armor ] on high alert.
"It's been a long time, [ Hard Armor ]."
The Green Dragon's voice was as muffled as if it had a viscous liquid in its mouth:
Or perhaps, it's the first time we've met.
The gray figure flickered incessantly in the thick fog, followed by a low, rumbling laugh that seemed to move and shift like stereo sound.
"Hahahaha, I guessed right, you really aren't him."
The faint sound of the dragon gradually faded away, and [ Hard Armor ]'s body tensed slightly.
The next moment, a giant eye opened in front of him.
The center of the eye was a narrow black, the outer iris was mainly golden, and the edges gradually darkened with a touch of dark green, with the veins on it clearly visible.
The black pupils grew ever narrower, as if something was gathering within them.
" The Eye of the Curse!"
The Green Dragon roared out the name of its attack.
We can't hesitate any longer!
"Break!"
Although the Holy Remains of the [ Hard Armor ] are primarily made of armor, they are not without weapons.
He simply stretched his hand behind him, and a massive hammer, perfectly matching his heavy armor, appeared in his hand.
The heavy hammer was swung, stirring up the wind and clouds, and the thick fog fluttered in response.
The enormous dragon eye before them was shattered instantly, yet they felt no real impact from the weapon.
"You seem inexperienced, especially in fighting dragons."
Loxor's voice echoed and swirled once more:
"And why is your strength so weak?"
A dull thud resounded, and [ Hard Armor ] finally felt a certain sensation on his hand, but it was clearly unrelated to the dragon's body.
It had a soft, fragile texture, and was also quite sticky.
The next moment, he felt his weapon being firmly stuck to something, making it impossible to break free.
A tremendous force came, and even the heavily armored [ Hard Armor ] felt as if he was about to be pulled into the mist in front of him.
He instantly released his grip on the hammer and severed his attachment to it.
Before the hammer could dissipate naturally, a series of cracking sounds rang out, as if the hammer had sunk into some swamp and was instantly Shattered by the surrounding mud.
"I'm telling you, it's time you showed some real skills, wasn't it?"
Loxor's figure reappeared; the thick fog was like a vast ocean to him, and the Green Dragon, now in its true form, swam freely within it.
"I understand what you people are thinking—the moment your trump card is revealed, it's no longer a trump card."
"But if an opponent doesn't reveal all their cards until death, that's incredibly foolish."
Loxor's massive body vanished instantly, and a tall, middle-aged man with long, dark green hair appeared before [ Hard Armor ]:
"Are you right, [ Hard Armor ] Councilor?"
Two sabers materialized instantly, and [ Hard Armor ] used all his strength to deliver a cross-shaped horizontal slash forward!
However--
He felt as if countless invisible hands were pulling at his arms, and he had to exhaust all his strength to move forward even an inch.
The result was that Loxor's movements were smooth and natural, while [ Hard Armor ] seemed to be slowed down as a whole.
This is your last chance.
Loxor watched the twin blades closing in on his neck with an air of complete ease:
"If you don't use it, you really will die."
"Why..."
[ Hard Armor ] exerted all his strength and finally managed to utter half a complete sentence.
Why do I possess such power?
Loxor said with a smile:
"Because my power is not only from the Green Dragon, but also from the Black Dragon."
"Even if you inherited the memories of [ Hard Armor ] from before, it's useless—I didn't have that ability back then."
Loxor seemed completely unconcerned about revealing his hand.
The thick fog solidified in his palm, gradually transforming into a crystal-clear, dark green dagger.
This dagger was not poisoned; the dagger itself was the deadly poison.
Loxor slowly extended the dagger toward the [ Hard Armor ], piercing through his Psionic Energy Manifestation outer armor as easily as cutting paper.
In a split second, the blade was already close to the cervical vertebrae of the [ Hard Armor ] weapon.
The Green Dragon deliberately slowed down its movements slightly, as if giving [ Hard Armor ] time to consider its options.
Finally, just as the blade was about to pierce the bones of the skeletal councilor, [ Hard Armor ] whispered a syllable:
"Combine!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crystalline clusters on his body burst forth with light, and the surrounding thick fog was scorched away by the light.
The Psionic Energy Manifestation armor spontaneously enveloped his body, each piece fitting perfectly, instantly snapping Loxor's venomous dagger in two.
The broken blade fell onto the armor, rapidly corroding it with a hissing sound.
However, the crystal cluster armor continues to grow, and as long as its growth rate exceeds the rate of corrosion, it can ignore Loxor's toxins.
Watching his potent poison gradually dissipate under the powerful defense, Loxor was not angry but rather pleased:
"I see, I see, hahahahahahahaha."
In the increasingly thinning poisonous fog, the figure of [ Hard Armor ] became more and more solid and enormous, while the figure of Loxor gradually became ethereal and eventually became part of the fog.
A wisp of poisonous mist did not vanish into nothingness as the fog dissipated, but instead slowly fell from the sky, eventually landing above the battlefield and solidifying once more into Loxor.
At this moment, he was the marshal of the empire, so strictly speaking, he should be called Luokenuosuos i.
Luokenuosuos i looked down at the battlefield and, as expected, saw the scene he had anticipated.
A heavily Hard Armor legion of about 10,000 men was surrounded by the Imperial army.