Chapter 498: Chapter 254: Night Mother’s Gaze (2)
"Buzz."
Strangely, an ink-like black emerged from between the gradually formed mane on the wolf’s head.
...
...
"Ding squish!"
A heavy longsword, flowing with liquid silver white on its surface, shattered the fine sword trying to block its path, leaving a terrifying scratch on the metal armor’s surface.
Thick boots lifted high and exerted force abruptly.
The slim and scarred middle-aged man in front was kicked away, rolling twice in the muddy water before he struggled to get up breathlessly.
Terry William looked at Lawson ahead, with a confident and smug smile on his face.
Half Elf Hai’an and his guard Wood had completely lost their combat ability, and the black-haired youth who looked like an adventurer was pierced through first, presumably already dead from the erosion of his metallic liquid.
As for Lawson before him, perhaps at his peak, he wouldn’t have been a match for him.
But now, having first been hit by [Curse], reducing all attributes by thirty percent, and having one hand chopped off by him.
His actual combat ability has been greatly weakened.
Even though the battle is not yet completely over, he hasn’t gotten hold of the treasure from the Molton family.
But Terry William could confidently assert:
He was the final winner of this contest!
Buzz——
The heavy longsword swung fiercely through the air once more.
Along with the residual silver white shadows on the retina were three teardrop-shaped silver white iron beads from the sword.
"Slash!"
The air was torn apart in an instant, the silver white iron beads howling across the space without encountering any obstacles, mercilessly piercing through the body of the middle-aged man sluggish from severe injuries.
Left shoulder, chest abdomen, right leg, were three gory, transparent wounds where one could see the barren land beyond.
Lawson still did not fall.
The physical fitness of a lv6 professional, coupled with the tenacious will honed by years of adventuring, rising from humble beginnings step by step to his current position.
Allowed him to maintain an upright posture despite his injuries reaching the brink of death.
On that face full of wrinkles from weathering.
Was not the imagined pain expression.
There wasn’t even a trace of regret or anger.
Only a sort of hysterical madness like a lunatic.
"Ho ho ho ho!"
Bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, as if the intense pain enough to devour an ordinary person’s consciousness did not exist.
Lawson laughed madly, the last shred of sanity dissipating into the suffocating near-death.
"The Molton family..."
"All! Must! Die!"
Buzz——
Yet the dagger hanging at his waist unsheathed in an instant, slicing through the rain.
The scene of the opposite crushing the Signal Crystal Stone to summon the Red Dragon clearly recalled, fearing the man before him would go for mutual destruction, ruining such a great situation.
Terry William retreated sharply the moment he drew the dagger.
But strangely, Lawson’s short dagger did not strike at the knight of the Molton family.
Instead, after unsheathing, plunged straight into his own chest.
"Pierce!"
The blade pierced through flesh, protruding from the back.
Blood surged.
Lawson’s momentum, already fallen to the lowest, surged visibly once more!
That was from the [Bloodseeker Veteran], a battle skill one could use only once in a lifetime at the expense of life and soul:
——[Setting Sun Blood Will].
Skin and muscle shrank instantly, like a dry corpse; gray-white hair fell like leaves, leaving only shriveled, wrinkled scalp.
Body and soul squeezed to the extreme, exchanging for temporary combat ability.
Boom——
The air current surged, Terry William’s expression froze, only managing to position the longsword before him.
The next second, his entire form was violently blasted backward.
Extremely hard, the thick heavy armor that shielded his entire chest was sliced diagonally like tofu by the fine sword.
Skin and flesh had no defense capacity, smoothly parting aside under the blade edge, revealing the white bone underneath, and the outline of internal organs beneath the diaphragm.
With just one sword strike, Terry William fell into grievous injury.
But after all, as the youngest Knight Captain of the Molton family, though perhaps somewhat unstable due to lack of experience, once he fell into a death battle, the combat instinct cultivated under rigorous training and countless resources from a young age was also swiftly triggered.
The longsword rapidly inclined upwards, silver white flow gathering at the sword tip, extending instantly.
The innate flowing softness allowed the knight to wield it like a silver white iron whip, forcing back the shriveled blood-soaked silhouette ahead.
Simultaneously, he retrieved from his waist pouch a bottle of Healing Potion emitting a faint glow as it swayed, downing the entire contents.
The grave injuries that had spread severely from intense movement instantly stabilized.
The brain spun rapidly.
Undoubtedly, what Lawson employed was a state-type battle skill exchanging combat prowess through exhausting life potential.
Perhaps reaching a lifelong peak in attack capability, but sacrificing his defense strength and physical endurance.
Based on his experience, this state certainly couldn’t last long.
He only needed to endure for another minute—maybe even less, before the side-effects caused the opponent to lose resistance entirely.
Though he momentarily suffered severe trauma, the whole bottle of Healing Potion he just drank had already helped stabilize his injuries, allowing combat strength to remain intact.
At least regarding defense, with his lv5 [Silver Plated Knight] professional ability, he wouldn’t lack too much.
As long as he could withstand Lawson’s subsequent onslaught, he would then——
Thoughts froze temporarily.
The roar of rain hitting the ground, enemy’s furious yells, and even the sound of his own breath vanished suddenly.
The world plunged into silence.
"What’s happening?"
Instinctively, he asked himself within his mind.
No answer, even thoughts had solidified.
After momentary pause, what responded to him was a long wolf howl, getting louder from soft to loud, from blurred to clear, as the stormy wind funneled through his ears and echoed within his skull.
What did he see?
Not far ahead, the shriveled form of Lawson remained standing where it was.
He could even see the bone stumps at the end of his palms, and the weakly wriggling muscles within the chest abdomen penetrating wounds.
But that head.
That bloody-eyed head, sunken skin resembling a mummified corpse.
Was already gone from above the neck.
"Where did it go?"
Again, Terry William questioned himself inwardly.
Boom——
Lead clouds surged, violent thunder rays instantly illuminated the gloomy world draped by the rain curtain.
He saw it.
It was an enormous wolf beast, completely black, mane waving.
Somewhat resembling a Winter Wolf?
No, its body was larger, limbs evidently more elongated, that wildly fluttering black mane isn’t a Winter Wolf’s proper color.
Shrouded in shadow, stepping lightly with agile legs, the twisted sharp silhouette sifted softly through the rain curtain.
Blood dripped.
Lawson’s head, missing from above the shoulders, was clamped within the Wolf Mouth.
"Why? Why would such a creature exist in the Melted Scale Mountain Range?"
"How could a Red Dragon permit such a presence near its territory?"
Boom——
Another thunderclap.
Terry William’s vision suddenly blurred.
At the edge of sight, the black wolf in the depths of the rain curtain dissolved into shadows.
Replaced by a young man in Iron Armor with a stern, cold demeanor.
Iron-gray longsword slightly angled downward, with lavish speed and remarkable technique, lightly freed from the neck, the shriveled head with fixed expression rolled slowly off the sword blade.
Outlined against the vast twisted wolf head shadow behind him.
Crossing the fine curtain of rain, those black eyes as tranquil as a dense forest pond glanced over amid the silent stillness.
Buzz——
Ringing in the ears.
An overwhelming pressure no more bearable and an unspeakable fear digging deep into the bones.
Surged from Terry William’s heart.