Above The Sky
Chapter 639 - 639 599 You're Actually The Unyielding Fortress!

639: Chapter 599: You’re Actually The Unyielding Fortress?!

(Large Chapter in W Characters, Asking for Monthly Tickets!)_4 639: Chapter 599: You’re Actually The Unyielding Fortress?!

(Large Chapter in W Characters, Asking for Monthly Tickets!)_4 “Pleased?

You’re gravely injured, unable to hold your sword steady, aren’t you, Knight?

Yet I can resurrect, I really don’t know what you’re so happy about…”

Once again, Viscount Awak stepped back several paces, he gasped violently, the sensation of his heart and lungs being pierced haunted him, and the Noble glared at the Black Armored Knight with gritted teeth, “The full force of the Dead River Armament?

I did not wish to use it…

but you’re forcing my hand, Knight!”

His voice started out normal, but as he continued, it grew increasingly low and maniacal.

Hum!

What was originally just a giant suit of full-body armor, the Dead River Armament suddenly swelled, its carapace becoming rough and thick, its edges sharp.

From its back, a pair of grotesque dragon wings unfolded through the viscid blood plasma, and Ian, with his keen senses, recognized the wings as deformed, the wing membranes atrophied, with numerous bone spikes and thorn-like outgrowths intertwined.

They were unmistakably the wings of Sio’s Deformed Dragon.

Or one might say, like the wings of a demon.

But soon, Ian had no time to ponder from whom exactly the wings of the Dead River Armament had been modeled.

For reflected in his astonished gaze were the faces of Humans, crying and screaming in agony.

Hum——The scarlet Dead River Armament swelled to nearly ten meters tall, far larger than most Armor Suits, and what was originally a sticky blood plasma outer shell began to solidify, intertwining, coiling, and fusing together to form an armor akin to blood-steel, with sharp white bone spikes protruding from the shoulders, elbows, and knees.

The entire Armament took on a highly offensive appearance.

But that was not the most important thing.

“It hurts…

It hurts so much!”

“Save me, I don’t want to be eaten…

sob sob…

I don’t want to be eaten…”

“Ah!!!

What is that monster, no, don’t come near!”

“Hehe…

tee hee…”

Face after face appeared on the surface of the Dead River Armament’s armor—faces of the old, children, women…

the frail sick, as well as sturdy Knights.

They seemed utterly unaware of their current appalling state, each repeating over and over their last words at the moment of death.

These faces continuously surfaced from the Dead River Armament, then were slowly consumed…

or rather, merged, absorbed.

Absorbed by the one controlling the armor…

becoming one with them.

“I did not wish to use it…

the Dead River Armament is a soul-based Aether Armament prototype, modeled after the ‘Abyssal Object.’ Those bastards in Fiery Flame Land had not considered the degree of depravity; as long as the power was substantial, and defense strong enough, they even did not mind using human souls as ammunition and shields, even as ‘Magical Medicine Ingredients'”

The voice of Viscount Awak changed; it became muffled and distorted, as though coming from the dark depths of the Abyss, carrying a hollow and indifferent echo, “But if I don’t deal with you, there’s no future to consider—after all, they are my Domain Residents.

Sacrificing their souls for me is also their rightful duty.”

“As long as you are dealt with, nobody will know of this matter.”

He lifted his hand, a fierce wind howling as it swept up a massive amount of somber spirits and blood fog, within his palm taking shape one inscription structure after another, then suddenly contracting, transforming into a ball of pure crimson, filled with silence, despair, and pain, a red orb from which one could vaguely hear the wailing as if coming from hell itself.

Viscount Awak pointed at Ian, where the original ‘Gale Extreme Bundle’ of the Azure Wind Gryphon was a Sublimation Skill capable of damage through sheer impact force, but with the eroding life-draining power bestowed by the Dead River Armament, even a Rainforest Giant Elephant would decay into desiccated bones in an instant, and this blood-red light would spread like a Plague, amplifying its own might.

“You…”

Watching the transformation of the Dead River Armament, Ian’s complexion turned pale; it wasn’t that he couldn’t dodge, but rather he couldn’t fathom the actions of Viscount Awak.

Couldn’t grasp the meaning behind such vile actions.

Then Adalbert let out a roar, discarding his own Phantom Legion and rushing forward to shield Ian from the blow.

This Deceased Monarch, when it came to combat skills alone, frankly put, was just ‘amateurish,’ but his will was resolute, his power strong enough, and with a swing of his sword, he truly deflected Viscount Awak’s eroding beam.

The red light swept over the land, instantly carving a deep, bottomless trench.

The surrounding earth itself seemed to tremble, with blood mist rising from within.

On the opposite end, Adalbert’s body swayed slightly—he had also wanted to assist Ian against Viscount Awak before, but unfortunately, both men’s combat skills far surpassed his.

Merely in terms of deflecting force, he was not adept enough to intervene.

Not a big problem.

If it was just about stabbing or cutting someone to death with a sword, he still knew how to do it.

But now…

He couldn’t make a move.

Although he wanted to pursue, gazing upon the faces of Humans on the Dead River Armament’s surface, faces that wailed or roared just like in life, Adalbert even instinctively stepped back.

“You are filled with fear and hesitation.”

And Viscount Awak, as if he had become a different person, his tone now much steadier, looked at Adalbert and sneered, “Yes, you are the murderer who killed them, you are the one who made them into this pitiful state—so how is it, do you wish to kill them a second time?”