Chapter 875 - A Two-sided Battle (2)
Boom!
An enormous shadow descended from above and crashed into the ground, scattering the smashed gravel. Rhode raised his head and stared at the fallen enemy. Judging from its appearance, it resembled a centipede that was magnified a few hundred times. A magical radiance flickered from its green shell. The razor-sharp teeth writhed on both sides of its metallic mouth parts, letting out a series of disturbing cackling. If this was all, perhaps Rhode would have treated it as just an ordinary creature. However, as soon as he witnessed the three magic cannons on it, he instantly threw this thought to the back of his head. The magic armor on this centipede should have belonged to the construct BOSS here. But now, it seemed like they fused and came up with a new ability.
Is this considered the Holy Centipede Knight?
“Lize, Anne, put up your defenses. Beware of your surroundings!”
This was all that he could say because at this moment, Shira had charged forward with her large sword while bursting out in a crazy laughter. Orders weren’t necessary to her. As long as she could kill the enemy, it would be victory. She didn’t care who was the one who killed the enemy, as long as there were corpses and blood.
Clang!
Shira brandished the sword and slashed the centipede’s metal claws. Sparks flew as she continued to circle the enemy from the side. At the same time, the two magic cannons on the enemy’s head shifted directions and their pitch-black openings aimed at the young lady. Then, dazzling radiance erupted.
Shira had no intention of dodging. She tilted her head and watched as the magic beam got closer. Then, she let out a disturbing laughter and laid her sword before her, deflecting the green magic beam. At the same time, the second wave of attacks began.
“———!”
“Victory is here. We just have to wait quietly. No matter if it’s me or my other half, we both believe in this.”
‘Christie’s’ tone was steady and full of dignity, unlike in the past. At this moment, her purple pupils glinted as she gazed at the young lady.
“Master will definitely win, no matter if it is in the past, present, or future. As the recorder, aren’t you clearer than anyone about this, Darlaston?”
The young lady didn’t respond. She merely extended her arm and a black, empty hardcover book appeared in her hand.
“I’m just the recorder of history. It is my duty to record everything that happens and not make wild guesses. Since you’re full of anticipation, I shall see if the ending is the same as you expect.”