NOVPUBChapter 484: Chapter 424: Don’t Give the Opponent Time to Catch Their Breath (Extra for “Wu Qi Qi”/Book Review)
Steward Armand Ray’s fury reached its peak, and there wasn’t much time for deliberation.
In the end, the Traveling Poet only left the words “Fifty seconds” before rushing toward the knight’s armor.
The archaeologist was stunned for two seconds upon witnessing this.
Didn’t your last statement imply that you wanted me to hold them off while you prepared a big move?
But why are you charging in first?!
However, she couldn’t remain puzzled for long, because as the Traveling Poet advanced, he did not collide head-on with the knight’s armor.
Instead, after sufficiently agitating the group of monsters, he turned and disappeared!
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So he just plainly went to rouse the monsters for them…
Dozens of knight’s armor emitted silent roars, brandishing their weapons as they charged! 𝓃ℴ𝓋𝓹𝓊𝓫.𝒸𝓸𝓂
An Lin quickly retreated to the archaeologist’s side and said with a frown, “These things just can’t be killed, do you have any strategies, and where is that guy from before?”
The archaeologist glanced at her, her gaze slightly shifting, “Help me buy ten seconds, try not to let them get close, I need to accumulate power.”
“What?!” An Lin looked at her incredulously, “Do you think I’m an idiot?”
“I’m not good at close combat.”
The archaeologist spoke, clutching a crystal-clear marble in her hand before throwing it with force.
“Boom!”
The explosion burst in front of the charging knight’s armor, but the shockwave only slightly slowed them down before they picked up speed and continued their advance.
Next, the archaeologist took out another marble, her gaze sincerely fixed on An Lin.
An Lin pursed her lips, “…”
Fine!
She would block them!
An Lin turned her head and glared fiercely at the group of knight’s armor, the menacing look in her eyes no less intimidating than that of her adversaries.
She then lashed her whip with incredible speed, charging back at them!
Whoosh—
The tip of the whip extended indefinitely, wrapping around the leading spear-wielding knight and, with a fierce pull, yanking them!
The forefront knight’s armor stumbled and fell, their assault formation instantly disrupted by her actions, and An Lin dove into the fray with her whip swinging!
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Meanwhile, the true melee warrior, the Traveling Poet, resorted to old tricks, leaping onto a column, and swiftly jumping along the narrow ledge.
He wedged pieces of hexagonal metal into the wall, and suddenly, the corridor below erupted with intense explosions.
Rumbling—flames rolled out with a mighty shockwave, toppling and blowing back the group of knight’s armor; however, the force of the explosion and the magnitude of the shockwave were disproportionate.
The slightly damaged knight’s armor rose up, continuing their charge without any sense of pain.
The Traveling Poet glanced down at the battle below and kept moving forward.
At that moment, his nerves suddenly tensed, and he swiftly dodged to the side.
Zing—
A black Flying Wheel grazed past the side of his head and embedded itself in the wall.
Then, as the blade loosened, the Flying Wheel was pulled out to strike again!
The Traveling Poet jumped down from the ledge, his movements ghostly and erratic, not confronting the Flying Wheel head-on but instead weaving through the chaotic fight in the corridor as if he was in a realm devoid of people.
He looked up at the position where Steward Armand Ray stood.
There was the main entrance of the palace, with its huge doors tightly shut, their rose carvings now corroded into darkness.
And there stood Armand Ray, completely changed from yesterday, the dark energy surging behind him as if Evil Ghosts were howling, his expression grim as he followed the Traveling Poet’s movements.
In that instant, their eyes met.
Armand Ray smirked coldly, one hand behind his back, while the fingers of his other hand deftly traced through the air.
The Flying Wheel pursuing the Traveling Poet split into numerous smaller ones in an instant, densely surrounding him from all directions, their passage casting ripples of shadows.
There was no way forward!
But there was still one place left unprepared…
The Traveling Poet abruptly halted, warily watching the floating Flying Wheels around him, and on guard against Armand Ray across the way, who was watching him with a face full of mockery.
“Boom!”
There was another violent explosion from behind them, accompanied by the archaeologist’s roar, “Fifty seconds have passed!”
Dozens of knight’s armors had completely encased the two of them.
An Lin, injured, couldn’t help the fear that uncontrollably surfaced in her eyes as she faced the armors swinging their huge axes; this sensation made her emotions turn rather intense.
The archaeologist seemed to handle it with ease, but facing dozens of senseless monsters, she could only continuously deplete her marbles to repel them, incapable of resolving the crisis fundamentally!
Even if the explosion destroyed their armor, in a short while, the armor writhed and returned to normal.
These were simply monsters that couldn’t be killed!
An Lin, emotionally unstable, was breathing rapidly.
She shook her head, trying to rid her mind of the incessant murmurs, but when she faced another knight’s armor charging at her with a huge axe, her reaction was not quick enough.
The fierce sound of wind fell from above her head, An Lin’s pupils constricted, and she swiftly raised her whip, which had turned from supple to firm, above her head!
“Thud!”
The axe fell head-on, slamming into the whip!
The sharp blade was almost an inch from her forehead and trembled as it tried to descend further, resisted by the whip, while the pressure exerted grew increasingly intense.
An Lin’s eyes widened as she stared at the weapon before her; a tense nerve in her mind was screaming madly, the oppression of the Abyss and the despair of death intertwined, nearly driving her emotions to the brink of collapse!
The archaeologist noticed the situation and immediately flipped out a marble.
However, before she could throw it and destroy more enemies than allies, An Lin suddenly let out an angry, hysterical yell, and dazzling light burst forth from her!
Boom!
The axe chopping toward her and the knight’s armors charging at her were penetrated by the light, and their armored bodies instantly turned to dust and vanished.
The archaeologist’s movements paused…
It seems having this student around was indeed somewhat useful.
However, An Lin, who had overdrawn her Divine Power, immediately collapsed to the ground, trembling and breathing heavily, with an extremely pale face.
But the number of enemies around them was still in the dozens.
Ultimately, the archaeologist still threw the marble in hand toward that direction, but in the next moment, a sharp, piercing screech flashed through the air, and the flying marble was instantaneously cut into three pieces!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!
Golden ripples flashed by, converging from all directions toward a distant point.
The movements of the knight’s armors also froze at that moment; they continued running forward due to inertia for two steps, then finally collapsed on the ground, scattering into a heap of shattered armor pieces.
Dozens of different types of knight’s armors were all instantaneously killed in that moment!
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The clatter of falling armor resounded, and the view in front of them suddenly cleared.
At the end of the corridor stood Steward Armand Ray, wearing a very unsightly expression, and the Traveling Poet, covered in wounds, but having completed the gathering gesture.
Countless metal slivers, drawn to his call, almost at the speed of light entered the Traveling Poet’s body, but this time they also left cuts on him as if sliced by blades.
The Flying Wheels that Armand Ray had controlled and surrounded himself with were also sliced at that same instant.
The Traveling Poet looked over dispassionately and taunted without expression, “During a fight, do you always like to give your opponent time to catch their breath and turn the tables?”
Truth be told, if it weren’t for the steward’s apparent desire to torment him, he wouldn’t have had the time to set the last trap and retrieve it at the crucial moment.
Upon hearing this, Armand Ray’s laugh was sinister, “You’re right, I should have buried you directly.”
The echo of his words fell, and the passageway suddenly shook.
Then, countless howling Evil Ghosts and monsters struggled on the walls, trying to break through the black membrane and tear apart every living being here!
They exuded utmost malice, fierce and violent, corrupted and decaying, the breath of the Abyss filled with death and despair rushed toward them!
The archaeologist’s face immediately changed, and she cursed, “Are you an idiot for giving such a reminder to your opponent?
As if opening one secret level wasn’t enough, you go on and open two!”
The Traveling Poet: “…”
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