Chapter 98 The Man Above Thousands of Roots Under the dim blood moon. The hissing steam covered the whole body of the platinum armor. The moment the words fell, the jet device behind the platinum knight suddenly started, speeding up, and rushed straight towards Winston's face. His body cut through the sky, making the air emit a shrill scream. “What an impatient little guy.” There was a hint of mockery in Winston's eyes. The next moment, his body suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared not far behind Carles as if teleporting, and he said at the same time. “I specifically chose the night of the dark moon to attack. Is it because I am not confident enough in my own strength, or…” “Are you also waiting for that fruit to ripen?”
Hearing these words, Carles just smiled lightly. “When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength.” “I naturally want to choose the most favorable moment to take action to reduce the casualties of my men.” “As for the fruit of your mouth...you can pick it as you please, what’s wrong with that?” In front of everyone, he admitted his intention very frankly, and his words were filled with confidence in his own strength. Immediately, Carles roared towards Winston again. Winston’s figure also kept flashing and teleporting in the moonlight. But the strange thing is that no matter how amazing Carlish's speed is, he can't touch this man with blood-stained eyes. "too slow." “With this slow speed, do you still want to hit me?” Under the **** moonlight, Winston's scornful and mocking voice continued to sound. Seeing this scene, the vampires below could not help but feel greatly boosted in morale. At the corner of the battlefield, Fei Ya couldn't help but show some worry on his face. After all, they are both third-level Secret Path players, and the opponent has the home field advantage of the Blood Moon Secret Realm. It seems to be particularly unclear who will win. But at this time, Dulan beside him chuckled: "That vampire **** is going to lose." Fei Ya is a little confused. Judging from the current situation, it is clear that Winston has the upper hand, right? Noticing his gaze, Duran kindly explained: "Do you know why the Federation only sent a third-level knight, Lord Knight, to solve this incident this time?" “Isn’t it because there are other factions in the Federation that are dominated by the vampires?”
“…Ahem, of course that’s also a reason.” Dulan coughed twice and looked at the platinum knight high up with awe and admiration. “The more important reason is... you are very strong! Strong enough!” "Um?" Feiya was stunned for a moment. Before he could think deeply about the meaning of these words, the battle situation at the top suddenly changed. “I have completely seen through your little tricks.” Carless looked up at the blood moon high above and said to himself: "Using moonlight to teleport over short distances does have one or two merits." “But on the other hand, as long as the moonlight is blocked, you will have nowhere to escape.” — Suddenly, a deep sound like the ringing of a big bell came from the chest of the platinum armor. “Ring the bell once.” “Push the lever to activate the piston and pump!” Huge amount of white steam, centered on Carles' body, rapidly expanded outwards, replacing the **** moonlight. — “Toll the bell twice.” “Press the button and start the engine…” In the sacred steam, gears, levers, pistons...many mechanical structures operate at the highest power, converging into a magnificent hymn. — “Ring the bell three times.” “Sing in unison to praise the God of Steam and Steel!” At this moment, the bodies of Carles and Winston were completely enveloped by a large piece of steam, with violent and turbulent power rushing through it, sweeping like a storm. “Ahhhhhh!!” Following this, Winston's angry and painful roar came from the steam. Below the castle, both the vampires and the survivors of the [Blood Hunting Society] looked at the battle in mid-air with shocked eyes. From time to time, **** thunder flashed in the steam. From time to time there was the sound of steam compressing and then bursting. Two different terrifying secret forces, in the hazy steam, clashed and confronted each other in a way that was difficult for them to understand. Just the aftermath of the battle made everyone shaken and panicked.
“Is this...a battle between third-level mystics?” When veteran second-level mystics such as Alyssa and Loren witnessed this scene. They also have to admit that this kind of battle that is close to the [field] level is no longer something they can intervene in. In less than a moment. The two people in mid-air seemed to have fought each other hundreds of times. With a roar, Winston's figure escaped from the diffuse steam. His body was covered with burning scars almost everywhere, and a large **** hole opened in his abdomen. Even though these injuries were constantly repaired under the blood moon, his temperament was far less elegant and indifferent than before. Looking at Carles on the other side, he maintained the same posture as before, with not even a trace of damage on his platinum armor. Which one is strong and which one is weak is clear at a glance. “You look like a clown now.” Carles chuckled and said, "Isn't it possible that your secret profession is [Acrobatic]?" "you…" Winston felt extremely angry and humiliated. But what’s even more shameful is that he seems to be unable to defeat this living steam armor. At this point, there is only one way to deal with this guy! His eyes flashed with coldness and he made weird handprints. “Honor the Scarlet Lord! In the name of me, Winston Yeager…” As Winston opened his mouth, the vampire patriarchs below immediately responded and also began to recite ancient mantras. "No! They want to banish the Platinum Knight just like they banished [Shadow of the Faceless]!" Some survivors recognized the secret techniques used by the Vampires, and their expressions changed slightly. “Exile?” A red light flashed in Carles's goggles, and at the same time a strong warning signal came from the steam core. He looked in the direction of Winston and was about to rush forward to interrupt the spell casting. Suddenly, the blood moon in the sky opened its eyes! The gaze from the Scarlet Lord fell on Carles. “Farewell, foolish knight.” Seeing the dark cracks opening under the feet of the platinum knight, Winston smiled proudly. However, with the roar of the steam core.
This knight actually broke free from the pressure of the Scarlet Lord, burst out with astonishing speed, and grabbed Winston in front of him. “Haha, come with me on the road!” Winston was shocked and angry, but for the moment he could not break away from Carles' iron-like hands. “Fei Ya, pick it up!” Before being swallowed up by the dark cracks, Carles even had time to throw a special steam core towards Feiya. Immediately, the two figures disappeared from everyone’s eyes. The vampires and survivors were stunned for a moment, and then fought hard together. … … After a while, the world was spinning. Carless and Winston regained their sense of the outside world almost at the same time. When they saw the plain made of flesh and mud around them and the broken sky above their heads, the two of them were stunned for a moment. “What the **** is this place?” But soon, they saw each other not far away, and their expressions changed at the same time. A new round of fighting started immediately, and the trash talk continued. "Old man, what the **** is this? If you can't beat me, you just resort to dirty tricks, right?" “You’re willing to die yourself, but you still want to take me with you!?” “Suffer death!” “I’ll fight with you!” However, before the two of them fought for long, giants made of mud and flesh stood up one after another in the surrounding plains. This kind of monster does not pose much of a threat to the third-level mystics, but the problem is... They cannot be killed! Furthermore, as the scale of the battle between the two expanded, the number of flesh-and-blood giants increased rapidly, and their size also grew rapidly, quickly becoming a problem that even third-level mystics would find difficult. In desperation, Carles and Winston had to make a temporary truce and maintain a superficial alliance. “So, where exactly is this place?” Carles looked at Winston coldly and mocked: "Aren't you the oldest vampire in [Blood Moon Secret Realm]?" “You don’t even know this, do you? No way?” Winston's face stiffened, and then he said: "I am not the oldest vampire."
“The truly powerful members of the clan have long since left this secret realm.” “Otherwise, why do you think you, a small third-level secret practitioner, can be so arrogant?” Carles smiled and said: "Anyway, I can beat you." "Oh, by the way, the reason why you don't leave is because your talent is too poor and you didn't improve outside, right?" “Or are you greedy for the power of the strongest person in this secret realm and want to hide here for the rest of your life?” The more he spoke, the uglier Winston's expression became. If I couldn't beat this steam knight, I would have fought with him long ago! The two of them were bickering while advancing on the plain of flesh and blood. Not long after, some towering shadows in the distance that penetrated the sky attracted their attention. Carles was a little surprised: "What is that?" “Could it be...” Perceiving the aura coming from those things, Winston looked thoughtful. He thought of the old crimson tree standing in the [Red and Black] Castle. Combining some legends about the "Land of Exile", he vaguely guessed the truth. However, Winston obviously did not intend to share such important information with Carles. The two of them were moving extremely fast, and within just a few breaths, they could vaguely see the true appearance of those shadows. They are existences like the roots of trees. On it, there are blood vessel-like veins, which are moving in a regular rhythm. And the strange thing is that these roots that drilled out from all over the plain are growing in the same direction at this time. The roots, which may be thick or thin, long or short, weave and entangle in mid-air, like a large web woven by fate, giving it an indescribable sense of holiness. “Wait, is there a person there?” Suddenly, Carles raised his head and said with some uncertainty. "…Um?" “How could there be anyone else here but us?” Winston retorted subconsciously. But when he looked up, his eyes widened and his breathing almost stopped. This is such a shocking scene. I saw that where countless roots were entangled and clustered, the roots formed a throne-like seat.
A dark and profound figure is sitting on it. Beneath His body are the roots of countless empty corpses hanging, as if they have all turned into sacrifices for this figure. Even the blasphemous flesh and blood further down seemed to be intimidated by His majesty and dormant quietly under the earth. His head is a broken and messy sky. The starlight, so far away that it cannot be traced, passed through the cracks in the sky and was pulled to fall on His body, making His temperament even more weird and profound. With every breath. All the roots move in unison with Him. Facing this scene, even third-level mystics like Winston and Carles couldn't help but feel dazed. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, why can’t I update 10,000 words a day!
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