RNP Chapter 103 If it's possible... Since we're already here, it's just a small matter.
Chapter 103 If it's possible... Since we're already here, it's just a small matter.
Chapter 103 If it's possible... Since we're already here, it's just a small matter.
The Dragon Hunter greatly intrigued Roderick.
The moment he heard the title, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.
"I am here on Lady Fianna's orders to subdue those two blasphemers. This will also provide an opportunity to investigate whether they can be considered suitable toys."
He had barely finished speaking when Olivia, the matriarch of the Shadowblade family, who was dressed in very little clothing, smiled and spoke up:
"These two killed my two stupid children. I personally have no problem with it; in fact, it would be better if those two troublesome guys were dead, but..."
She paused, a hint of coldness creeping into her alluring smile.
"They are my family, and only the family can decide their life or death."
Those two outsiders, well, I heard one of them is named Elena, she's a real beauty, I hope she'll satisfy me.
Another male dark elf chuckled twice and said in a hoarse voice:
"I prefer Mormontis; I've heard he's very strong... I'll keep him for myself."
"That won't do, both of them are toys I ordered."
Roderick looked possessive of his food, like a child guarding his toy from being taken away, his face full of determination.
"I won't give them up."
"Then let's compete based on our own abilities. I have a research project that requires some high-quality seedbeds."
Finally, a burly goblin riding a dire wolf chuckled.
As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on the enormous human head of the dark elf, never wavering.
Olivia glared at him, crossed her arms, and tried to hide her true feelings, but this only stirred up more waves of emotion.
The leaders of the four major factions chatted and laughed, none of them taking the legendary dragon hunter seriously.
It's as if the so-called dragon hunters are already in their grasp.
Behind the horses, the townspeople continued to hurl insults, even as the Dragon Worshipers raised their knives to strike their legs.
Because they knew that begging for mercy would also result in death.
They had seen far too many people dragged behind horses, begging for mercy as they stumbled and fell to their deaths.
The perpetrators of all this never even gave them a second glance, treating them entirely as toys to be consumed.
Since that's the case, I might as well curse a couple of times before I die, and get back at these beasts in human skin.
Seeing the anger on their faces was enough to make it all worthwhile.
"Unfortunately, those bastards who led the charge weren't angered at all."
This was their only regret.
Meanwhile, Modi manipulated the soldier's body, quietly approaching the Dragon Worship Cult followers.
He observed their movements, making sure he could parry their blades at any moment and deliver the final blow.
The other blood-red figures also surrounded them, concealing their sharpness and waiting for an opportunity to strike.
"A single meal's kindness should be repaid with a spring of gratitude... The most crucial point is that these ignorant fools dared to say such things in front of me?"
It's one thing to talk about him, but to drag Elena into it too.
Even if he had to hold back his excrement and urine, he couldn't stand them!
On the ground, blood-red shadows formed a circle, ready to strike at any moment.
In the sky, lightning adjusted its angle and aimed at the army.
The Bailong cult follower suddenly swung his knife, slashing at the townsman's leg.
The townspeople instinctively closed their eyes, unable to bear looking at their own miserable state.
Roderick waited to witness the screams of agony, while the three leaders looked on with interest.
Modi drew his sword, ready to strike.
At the critical moment, a loud bang drew everyone's attention.
boom!
A flash of fire appeared, the spiritual fire blazed forth, and a dragon's roar resounded through the sky, even startling Modi's true form.
"Dragon's Roar, Spirit Fire... Mortisia, and Elena."
Modi lowered his eyes, his gaze piercing through the dark clouds, and he was startled to see the blue fireball crashing into the army.
Within the fireball, the dragon's shadow was faintly visible, but what attracted his attention even more was the graceful silhouette on the dragon's back.
Without a doubt, that was Elena.
He won't make a mistake in this matter.
The blue fireball exploded again, and as he expected, a familiar girl appeared on the dragon's back. Compared to when he left, Elena's appearance had not changed. She was still holding the Dragon Devouring Greatsword and wearing the dragon scale armor mimicking Sister Friede's habit.
However, Modi, who knew her very well, could tell that her aura was far stronger than before.
Hidden within that petite body is a power no less than that of a Four-Seal Transcendent.
It seems she has made some progress during this time, but I wonder how much time has passed since I left.
Elena stood on the dragon's back, holding the Dragon's Bite in both hands. She glanced around and her gaze settled on the prison cart in the middle of the procession.
A hint of anger surfaced on her usually cold face. Without saying a word, she leaped into the air and jumped straight to the center of the group.
The dragon's bite swept down, clearing a no-man's-land in the blink of an eye.
Mortisia cooperated with her, breathing out spiritual fire, occasionally interspersed with dragon roars.
Many soldiers died or were wounded. Their armor was no match for the spirit fire, and they could only watch helplessly as their comrades and their own souls were burned to ashes.
Leaving behind a ground covered in frozen, empty shells.
The distorted, subterranean beast, terrified by the dragon's might, struggled to get away from the giant creature, ignoring the tamer's commands.
In the center of the group, Elena brandished Dragon Bite, its dragon teeth and serrated blades crushing enemies one by one as she gradually approached the prison cart.
A dragon-like power flowed through her body, and she never felt tired even after wielding the greatsword tens of thousands of times.
Most of her enemies were merely mortals, easily crushed by the dragon's bite and their flesh and blood would fly everywhere.
Her only concerns were a few extraordinary individuals... and the ten-meter-tall brass giant in the middle.
"Look at such beautiful dance moves. It was worth all the effort I put into setting up this trap."
Roderick was genuinely impressed. A fiery glint flashed in his eyes as he stared intently at the figure in the midst of the killing, his mind completely absorbed in the moment.
"Honestly, I'm getting more and more interested in you."
He raised his hand, and the brass giant that had been standing beside the prison cart suddenly moved.
The steel engine roared, and steam gushed out of its pipes.
Despite the passage of time, this giant, painted with brass paint and cast entirely in metal, still retains the power it possessed at the time of its creation.
It simply threw a punch, forcing Elena to draw her sword and defend herself.
This punch combined speed and power, leaving her with no choice but to resort to such a desperate measure.
The brass fist struck the thick blade of the greatsword, leaving a fist imprint on it.
Boom!
Even Elena, who possessed the power of a dragon, was blasted back several steps by this punch, feeling a numbness in her hand.
The soldiers surrounded her again, blocking her way to the prison van.
Seeing this, Elena sighed.
She already knew that she had no chance of rescuing the townspeople from the prison wagon, which was guarded by the brass giant.
"If something is impossible, then don't do it." These were Mortis's words of advice to her before he left.
"If you don't fight, you defend; if you don't defend, you retreat; if you don't retreat, you flee; if you don't flee, you die... Now it's time for me to flee too."
This was an attempt, an attempt to rescue the residents of the town of Benyin.
Clearly, the attempt failed; even with Mortisia working together, they couldn't defeat the bronze giant.
Even if all the White Walker guards of Frosthill came out, they would not be able to defeat it.
Furthermore, there are also a group of enemies eyeing Huang Dan with predatory intent.
"The first thing I promised Mortis was not to force myself and to put my own life first."
The removal of the external brain allowed her to regain some of her intelligence.
Reason guided her thinking; without hesitation, she turned and ran.
Not far away, Mortisia let out a dragon roar:
"*Dragon Language [Imbalance and Expulsion]*"
The dragon's roar grazed her shoulder, sweeping away all the enemies in her path.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, she spoke in dragon language:
"*Dragon Language [Whirlwind Form]*"
With the power of the hurricane upon her, she returned to the Bone Dragon's side in the blink of an eye.
An ominous premonition washed over her, and Elena instinctively turned around, only to see the giant's single eye glowing brightly red.
"Oh no, it also emits lasers."
She had a bad feeling, but in the blink of an eye, the warning suddenly disappeared.
Everything calmed down.
Not only her inner world, but also the environment around her.
The shouts of battle, the cries of lamentation, the roar of steel, even the sound of heartbeats and the wind—all vanished.
Elena looked closely and discovered that a spiraling spear, entangled with ice and lightning, had somehow been inserted into the brass giant's body.
The next moment, ice and lightning erupted.
The cold mist and electric arcs spread out, freezing nearby soldiers either into ice sculptures or shattering them into ice shards.
Strangely, the cold mist and electric arcs bypassed the townspeople, Elena, and Mortisia.
"Ice Lightning... Mortis?"
Elena suddenly sensed something and looked in surprise towards a certain direction in the icy mist.
There, an outline slowly appeared.
Modi, holding the Dragon Slayer Spear and carrying the Frostbite Greatsword on his shoulder, emerged from the icy mist.
He first glanced at Elena, and after confirming that she was not seriously injured, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's me," he said. "I'm back."
"It's good that you're back." Elena smiled. Although she wanted to rush into his arms immediately, she was still on the battlefield, and her rationality, which was temporarily on the high ground, stopped her.
Let's hold back for now and leave this for another time.
Anyway, she'll have plenty of time to act impulsively. Now that her external brain is back, her intelligence will probably fade away soon.
Lacking wisdom, all she possesses is awe-inspiring talent; in a moment of impulse, she is capable of anything.
Especially when they are separated for three months.
Modi, oblivious to her waning intelligence, asked to himself:
"You want to save those townspeople?"
"Yes." Elena snapped out of her reverie and nodded seriously.
"Then why did you run away again?"
"I can't beat them, and I promised you I would put my life first."
Modi looked pleased and nodded in satisfaction.
It seems Elena really took his words to heart.
He then asked, "So, do you still want to save them?"
"Yes," Elena answered without hesitation. Worried that Mordy might be in a difficult position, she added:
"We might not be able to defeat them, so we should go back and reconsider."
"There's no need for that."
Modi shook his head, turned around, and looked at the red light that suddenly appeared in the ice mist.
"I'll help you with what you want to do; after all, it's just something I can do easily."
If something is impossible, then don't do it; if something is possible... well, since we're already here, it's just a matter of doing it.