Above The Sky
Chapter 634 - 634 597 Killing You Twice Doesn't Take Two Minutes 13

634: Chapter 597: Killing You Twice Doesn’t Take Two Minutes (1/3) 634: Chapter 597: Killing You Twice Doesn’t Take Two Minutes (1/3) Ian’s sword was already close to Viscount Awak’s eyes, the blade enshrouded in frost and Nether breath approached, carrying the icy breath of death.

Viscount Awak himself didn’t seem to realize the swift strike, but his body, or rather, the Dead River Armament covering his body, spontaneously raised its hand, using the blood blade on the arm armor to block the strike.

Accompanied by a loud boom and surging shock waves back and forth, the strike that Ian carried, which had enough momentum to break through strategic shields, was deflected, and he floated in midair, while the Dead River Armament merely stepped back slightly, leaving a deep dent on the floor of the laboratory’s top level.

—So fast.

Watching his own body automatically defend against the enemy’s attack, Viscount Awak had this thought flash through his mind, but what followed was a wave of shame and annoyance.

Undoubtedly, this was the Deceased Monarch’s power…

and it should have belonged to him!

“Thief, thief!”

As this roar erupted, a blood-red halberd appeared in the crimson blood armor’s grasp as if out of thin air.

Viscount Awak made his move, and the entire top of the fortress crumbled under his energy release, with walls and ceiling shattering.

He was like a splash of Blood Ink streaking across the void, the halberd’s head piercing the air, plunging directly towards Ian’s heart.

This blood-red halberd, which seemed only five or six meters long and hardly tall compared to the Dead River Armament, suddenly extended mid-flight, almost reaching inside Ian’s body in an instant.

But Ian appeared to have anticipated this; he raised his sword horizontally with a seemingly effortless motion, easily blocking Viscount Awak’s thrust.

However, this would put him in danger.

Adalbert, who had seen the shields shatter from afar and was summoning the Phantom Legion, preparing to attack the fortress, could tell even as a researcher that Ian’s block would only keep him airborne longer, making him vulnerable to a stronger strike from Viscount Awak.

Sure enough, as Ian was knocked hundreds of meters high into the sky due to this block, Viscount Awak raised his long halberd, and all the air within a diameter of a kilometer suddenly took on a bloody hue, then turned into a surging crimson tornado centered around his body.

This tornado continued to contract, purify, and concentrate at the tip of the halberd’s head, with countless mournful wails and agonized screams echoing from within, as if numerous souls were struggling there.

No, it was indeed souls wailing miserably!

The tornado raised by the Dead River Armament contained countless spiraling souls around the Viscount, which then converged at the tip of the halberd in his hand.

With a thrust from Viscount Awak in the air, the entire soul storm twisted violently, letting out a resentful howl, and raced toward Ian.

[This is bad!] Adalbert’s heart shook.

He could tell that Viscount Awak’s strike was extremely powerful; even he had to face it with caution.

Ian had exhausted all his strength breaking the strategic-level shield and had been hit by a combo from the enemy.

Even if he didn’t die, he would surely be gravely injured!

But at this moment, Ian’s mind was still on seemingly trivial matters.

—Do I reveal the Fairy Wings, or do I Nether-transform and tough it out with the enhanced Rock Cast Knight physique?

Forget it, it’s just a beast anyway, so use it all.

Moreover, as a true swordsman, having executed a strike, he invariably had another sword strike prepared for a counterattack.

In midair, the radiance of Spirit Energy flickered in Ian’s eyes, and everything around him seemed to slow down.

Without hesitation, he willingly plunged into the soul storm, and his figure vanished from everyone’s sight in an instant.

“What?”

Viscount Avak was startled; he had not anticipated that Ian would actively meet his attack head-on.

But quickly, as his expression dramatically changed, the core Origin Structure that maintained the cohesion of the soul storm was severed by a single sword stroke.

Boom— The originally dense tornado-shaped storm expanded and dispersed in an instant, spreading chaotically in all directions, and the blood color instantly permeated the surroundings, enveloping the entire miniature garden in a deep, misty haze.

Then, a sword silently slashed towards the Viscount’s neck.

The Heavy Abyss Iron Sword, except for the fine gold edge, did not reflect any gleam.

It clearly cut through the mist but did not stir up any more wind, and the hand that tightly gripped it, though covered in scratches and bloodstains, healed completely during the swing of the sword.

The cold, silent chill spread, freezing the flow of air nearby, and the dead silence of the Nether perfectly merged with the blood-mist created by the soul construct.

Viscount Avak himself possessed the strength of the Second Energy Level Peak, and the presence here was not the shadowy body he had outside, but his soul body—his soul was operating the Dead River Armament, and indeed, his strength was formidable.

The outburst just now, even if the Mountain-Bearing Tortoise struck by this soul storm would have suffered heavy damage if not for the fact that Ian was a triple inheritance fusion, and his true body was that of the hardy Rock Cast Knight, he would have been killed in one hit.

Even so, Ian had most of his defenses penetrated by the soul storm, and sustained minor injuries…

oh, healed.

However, even with that, Viscount Awak’s reaction time was a serious flaw.

The Heavy Abyss Iron Sword struck his neck, the sharp fine gold edge tore through the seemingly impregnable Dead River Armament’s armor plate, and the power of the Demonic Weapon Potion ripped through Viscount Avak’s soul body, killing him in an instant in his confusion.

If he only had one life, that is.

Ian was always vigilant; he did not believe that Viscount Avak was an easy opponent.

The other’s main effort seemed to be on how to manipulate the Dead River Armament and adjust its internal power, which made his reactions seem slower, but his strength and timing were excellent, proving his combat skills were quite refined.

So when he “killed” Viscount Avak in that instant, he actually felt a heart-thumping caution, and a deep sense of alertness immediately made him withdraw his sword and retreat.

Boom, Ian stepped back and instantly retreated dozens of meters—and after just a moment, a volcanic eruption-like roar erupted in the area where Viscount Avak had been, with the bright crimson light blazing like the proud sun, and a terrifying force like a celestial landslide and tsunami burst out from the Dead River Armament, spreading rapidly in all directions.

Where the fiery red light passed, the earth cracked and parched, the air turned dead and oppressive, and even the subspace itself seemed to emit soulful wailing, restless and turbulent.

Ian had dodged the eruptive force and could clearly see that the neck of Avak that he had severed was restored as if time had reversed in the red light, and the Dead River Armament returned to its former state, grasping the Long Halberd and charging at him again at breakneck speed the very next moment!

The Viscount’s rapid shadow was almost like teleportation; his Long Halberd thrust out with ease and surpassed the speed of an ordinary Alchemical Cannon.

Ian also raised his Longsword, blocking the opponent’s fierce strike once again.

Clang!

The urgent tremor from metal collision pierced the air, but the weapons’ clash was much quicker than their movement, instantly clearing away all the surrounding blood mist and dust, leaving only two blurry figures rapidly exchanging blows.

But soon, as Ian’s figure emerged from the blur to clarity first, he rapidly retreated again, followed by a second surge of blood color, and the Viscount with a shocked expression on his face as the wound on his chest healed once again amidst the surging crimson radiance.

Obviously.

—He had killed Viscount Awak once more.