Chapter 452
452: Demonic Blades
The azure staff materialized in Tiana’s hand and immediately, the element of water came to life in the region, which had just regained a presence of elements. The dry air was now filled with moisture, while the blanket of fog that lingered around Tiana grew thicker.
“Reynold, take care of those in the outermost perimeter. You two get close to retrieve the Origin Crystal. I will deploy magic from the sides to assist the two of you. Tiana bluntly elected herself to be the leader, as the staff in her hand began to rapidly absorb the rich element of water in the region.
“Let’s go!” shouted the old monster Stratholme in a low voice. A simple and unadorned longsword the width of about two fingers fell into his hand. Immediately after he spoke, he flew off a hundred meters away, charging straight towards the aliens, who were holding some sort of wicked ceremony.
Han Shuo was empty-handed. When he saw Stratholme suddenly on the move, Han Shuo reduced to a cloud of black light and followed tightly behind Stratholme. While in the air, Han Shuo’s ten fingernails started to grow rapidly. Within the blink of an eye, they were a meter long. His frightening fingernails twinkled with the incisive gloss of the edge of a knife.
‘Demonic Blades’ was a demonic art that could only be practiced by one who had reached the Carnal Realm, as the body of a demonic practitioner could only prompt the sudden growth of demonic claws within the realm. Naturally, those in the demonic sect would not simply call their own fingernails, however long they were, ‘claws’, therefore they were dubbed ‘Demonic Blades’.
After the meter-long fingernails were perfused with demonic yuan, the Demonic Blades truly resembled sharp blades, even somewhat sharper than some regular grade A weapons.
When Stratholme the old monster finally found the time to take a glance behind, he was shocked by the bizarre changed on Han Shuo’s two hands, wondering, is this kid even human? How are his nails sharper than the sharpest knives?
Buzz… Buzz…
The aliens in the midst of a procession immediately sensed some incoming danger. They let out an ear-piercing noise that resonated through the sky. For one who was no real expert like Han Shuo and the three, one such as Cecilia, that buzzing alone would cause their eardrums to rupture.
For Stratholme and Han Shuo, as the main assault forces, this kind of high-coverage lightning magic had hardly any adverse effects on them. They continued to charge towards the altar.
The aliens with one or two horns had had no chance of attacking Stratholme, and were massacred under the two’s attacks. And while those with three horns could, with a higher moving speed and better bodily defense, they were barely enough to resist the two for a while, yet unable to hinder the pace of the two as they charged ahead.
However, the four-horned aliens were flight-capable. Over a dozen of these aliens closed in on Stratholme and Han Shuo separately. Even with the incisive longsword and Demonic Blades wielded by Stratholme and Han Shuo respectively, they could only leave blood traces, and couldn’t behead the aliens effortlessly like before.
The four-horned aliens were, despite their strength, somewhat inferior to a sacred swordmaster, they weren’t much of a gap apart. Surrounded by threateningly powerful four-horned aliens, even Han Shuo and Stratholme held back.
But even more frightening was that two of the alien leaders with five horns were stepping down from the altar. Han Shuo had long appraised the strength of these two alien chiefs. Their cold green eyes lacked the emotion that any mortal being would display. Even as they approached, a kind of destructive aura wildly converging on their bodies.
“Elder Sister Tiana, can you do it now?” Stratholme the old monster yelled.
“Hang in there for two minutes. It will be ready very soon!” Tiana replied from a great distance.
Han Shuo felt the temperature was dropping rapidly in the area. The vast lake, which was still spurting a moment before, had actually turned into thick layer of ice at some point. Lightning still thrashed now and then, but surprisingly, were unable to break the thick layer of ice. The even more terrifying fact was that the surrounding temperature was ever falling. There seemed not to be a hint of warmth between heaven and earth, only a spine-chilling coldness.