Chapter 599 - v3c364 Requiem(14)
v3c364
Requiem(14)
*Due to similar terminologies used in the raws, Devils and Demons will be defined in a standardized manner which will lead to changes of some terms. Affected terms: (Old term – New term)
Demon King – Devil King
Demon Lord – Devil Lord
Demon Whale – Devil Whale
Demon Warlock – Devil Warlock
Demon Martial Arts- Devil Martial Arts
Demons will be redefined as Devils in most cases with a few exceptions: Demonic Waves, Eagle Demons etc.
Brendel understood that his goal was to use the effects of the Flash Strike Sword Art to produce a displacement effect, not to kill the enemy. Therefore, he set his sights to aim at opponents who had little combat power, locking down the imps of the devil army from 20-30 meters away, and slicing their heads off in one fell swoop. At the same time, he used the phantom left behind by the Nine Luminaries Sword Art to perform Puncturing Blows.
The devils quickly went haywire.
Not all the devils were inferior and lacking in intelligence; the higher-ranked devils had anticipated Brendel’s path of advance without even needing a sense of judgment. They could think with their knees and would still be able to figure out that the damn human was headed straight for the portal.
They absolutely could not let him get what he wanted. The Longhorn Devils in the back were the first to scream, using the harsh language of the Abyss to call for their companions to stop Brendel.
Unfortunately, it was very much limited in effectiveness. In the words of the Lord of Hell, Lomoka, the inferior devils and Imps were worse than a piece of dog shit. It was vulgar, but quite apt. If they could be so confused by the commands of one of their own kind, there was no way they could take on a teleporting swordsman.
Brendel, having turned in mid-air, had locked onto his next target and raised his Halran Gaia, its blade giving out a white flash. “Wait,” the Wind Empress called out to him. “Brendel, you can now Flash about sixty meters with one swing, and to get to the door you’ll need to cast it at least twice. Have you thought about it?”
Brendel was shocked.
He had actually been staring at the status interface. Both his Elemental Points and Stamina were at their limit, but he could still manage to cast Flash Strike Sword Art twice. However, the Wind Empress’ words made him completely dispel that thought. “If I can judge your Flashing distance, then they can do it as well.”
He had actually thought about it. If he was locked in by the Dimensional Anchor again, he could still get away with the Nine Luminaries Sword Art, but what happens after that? Would he have the strength to use Flash Strike Sword Art again?
It was clearly written on the status interface. Brendel couldn’t conjure Stamina and Elemental Points out of thin air unless he could catch his breath. But how could he get the chance to on the battlefield?
Luckily, he hadn’t made a move yet.
Brendel couldn’t help but be glad that the Wind Empress was with him. Being the Holy Saint from the War of The Holy Saints, she took every aspect into consideration in no time.
His Dash skill was at its highest point right now. Brendel felt his body begin to weaken, but it was really simple for him to find a solution. He brought up the skill bar as fast as he could and threw in all of Mavicart’s remaining experience.
Flash Strike Sword Art upgraded again in a flash.
Flash Strike Sword Art Level 51 Introductory Ancient Dragon: A special technique allows your blade to deflect dimensionality. Each attack can ignore a set distance of 100 spaces.
Flash Strike Sword Art’s name immediately went gray after reaching level 5. It was the same as his previous White Raven Sword Art, which Brendel knew because the Flash Strike Sword Art that the cathedral revealed was incomplete. Therefore, he didn’t think much about it and just thrust forward.
With a single thrust, he appeared next to the huge portal.
There were no Imps near the portal, only three tall Longhorn Devils. Brendel suddenly flashed over to the middle Longhorn Devil and tried to cut it down with a slash.
But the Longhorn Devil seemed to have foreseen this as it suddenly raised its large jackal-like head and then raised its hand into the air. With a ‘clang’, a sharp sound like the clash of gold and iron, Brendel felt as if he had hacked a steel pipe.
However, he didn’t dare to stop even for a moment. He immediately rolled backward using the momentum and landed steadily not far from the three Longhorn Devils.
He subconsciously raised his head.
Standing by the huge portal of the Cathedral of Fire, he and those devils were practically as small as ants. It hadn’t felt like this when they were further away, but after getting closer to it, the great oppressive feeling of the Door of Flame immediately crashed upon him.
What was even more suffocating was the Sulfur River that was becoming more and more real behind the Door of Flame.
Brendel couldn’t help but take a gulp. The shock from earlier had hit him so hard that his gums were bleeding. However, he wiped the edges of his mouth and immediately let go of the noble lady. “Amandina, is everything alright?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“How much time do you need? I’ll try to distract them.”
“I… I don’t know, I’ll try my best.” Amandina frowned as she stared at the massive portal, which was itself a semi-magical guidance mechanism. It wasn’t a full magical guidance device, so the best way was to have a mage work with her, but right now, that clearly wasn’t possible now.
“You have five minutes.”
Brendel looked back and saw the Imps pulling back. Although the fools were making a mess of themselves, a few minutes was enough time for them to turn around. Apparently, the Lantonilan Knights were not enough to stop the army.
Amandina went pale and nodded.