landbeastnovel Chapter 725
Chapter 725
Chapter 725
From the moment I'm struck, my body shuts down to allow my mind to deal with the mental attack rather than focus on the overwhelming sharp pain assaulting every one of my cells.
However, the day's worth of training, turning my ether healing into an automatic intuitive habit, still treats this brutal barrage the same as any other attack.
On top of that, from my past training, every time an ether-imbued strike pushed my being past its limits, the reaction afterward only made me stronger...
As the Cyclops Guardian begins to lift its spiked ball from being lodged deep into the rocky ground, the worst of the mental attack has passed, and I can finally think clearly again after a momentary white-out.
Although its compressed mental pressure is far more vicious, refined, and focused, my experience is so vast from the simulated years of training within the tower that it manages to absorb the brunt of the blow before it fully collides with my pure mind.
In addition, an odd phenomenon occurs that I've never felt before in any of my other battles. The thousands of years of memories from sandworms and demonic guards on this mountain meld together to add to this base.
While it isn't nearly as much as the experience I already had, the countless training sessions, using ether commands, and being exposed to the aura of mental attacks every few decades when the Guardian atop the tower would face a strong opponent, all add up.
They've somehow added to my base of experience in both physical and mental ether aptitudes.
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Once the spiked ball is lifted off of me, I know exactly what I must do next...
My mind is active, but my body is still at the whims of my intuition.
I feel saint pathways in my nerves and ligaments healing, and muscle fibers twitching, ready to be used the moment the soul weapon stops making contact with my barrier.
No time is wasted, and I activate my Greater Form and Astral Form to pull the maximum power possible in order to counter when this beast least expects it.
Instantly, my rate of healing rapidly increases, and so does my control and perception of my surroundings.
It's like my mind is connected to the fabric of reality, moving along the tightly packed green threads in the clouds surrounding us.
In an instant, I can feel everything.
Over 10,000 kilometers in every direction, the exile zones and all of their inhabitants become crystal clear in my mind.
Power rushes into me, growing my energy form just as fast as the Cyclops's spiked ball is pulled upward.
More pathways in my body flow with energy and life again.
My green divine energy form's outline grows from the crater, jumping upward while wielding a red soul sword growing in size at the same rate.
The tingling in my muscles and sharp pains in my bones wash away, and the fluidity of ether being summoned feels as though I'm using multiple times more ether for the same amount of effort. My efficiency, after bouncing back from this deadly blow, has increased yet again, awakening the forgotten knowledge locked behind my mental training in the tower's simulated abyss.
With ether flooding through my being, my mana and divine energy form begins to adapt, allowing it to flow through its pathways too, lighting up my Astral Form with shimmers of hot white light beneath it.
In fractions of a second, I grow past 10 meters, then 25 meters, and reach 100 meters in height, zipping past the ball and chain that appears to be moving in slow motion now relative to my perception before I was hit.
The divine threads in the air bend to my will, allowing me to grow faster and faster, reaching a staggering 300 meters in height by the time I close the gap and collide sword-to-chestplate with the Guardian Cyclops.
Its eye looks straight at mine, as a thick white mana- and ether-imbued aura forms beneath its red berserker radiation.
I know this feeling too...
It's a Divine Body Hardening Skill... but combined with automatic Premium Avatar commands, demonic energy, and a strange Soul Armor.
These visions come true as the spiked ball comes flying my way without the Demonic Guardian even moving its hand.
I Shadow Step to the opposite side of the peak, but the ball follows with ease, predicting my next Shadow Step seemingly before I even make it.
I use Heavy Hand, attempting to push the spiked weapon down to the ground before it hits me, but it doesn't even react and stays moving on a steady path.
Even blocking with my sword is impossible. Wherever I swing, the hundreds of chains with minds of their own turn the ball's flight path around my sword; and when I'm hit in the side of my Astral Form, I feel why its skill is called [Perfect Strike].
This is the first time I've ever been hit without my barrier up since arriving in the Upper Realm, and it is far more painful than just being attacked with ether.
However, I expected this result, as millions of calculations of foresight have moved by in my mind, and this is the least lethal option I've come to.
While sharp pains invade my body and I brace for impact against the mental attacks again, I can't help but smile while I swing my blade down, seemingly through thin air.
In reality, I'm aiming for the chain connecting this spiked ball to its wielder.
As my Astral Form receives a demonic purple stain on its side and a spiked ball lodges into it, my crimson sword breaks through a link of the chain guiding it, separating the soul weapon from its wielder.
I disappear again using Shadow Step, leaving the disconnected spiked ball to fall to the ground where it hits me.
Then, I summon vast amounts of supreme-grade earth magic around the Cyclops's legs, attempting to hold it in place for a finishing move now that it cannot defend or attack.
To confuse it even further, assuring my victory with everything I have, I activate my divine-grade Body Double skill, creating two identical Astral Forms on both of my sides. It would be more, but the other three are still busy on the human world.
Confusion, intimidation, and every bit of stunning aura I have to throw at this monster, I do, and thrust my Soul Sword straight toward its chest while my doubles aim for its neck and back. Wherever the Cyclops dodges to, I am ready to instantly swap places with one of my forms and perform the perfect kill.
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Avalanches form all over the mountain beneath the Access Doors that are now over halfway closed...
Ava thrives in the chaos, flying through the air, making laps around the mountain's midsection and slaughtering demonic guards that come her way.
All of their soul weapons fall into her system storage the moment they're killed, and her level rises higher and higher, nearing 30,000, which is the average of these 2nd Grade Demonic Guards.
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Below the mountain's peak, the Wyvern's gaze still does not bother to look upward.
It peacefully watches Ava continue to tear through the demonic guards, it is amused to think of what the Citadel Lord's reaction will be after hearing its wasted this many resources on a single goblin.
Even the Noble Bloodline Transformation doesn't even make it flinch.
It's felt transformations like this many times before, and the result is always the same. In the Upper Realm Nobles are gods, nothing comes close to their unfathomable power.
The Wyvern's peripherals watch the broken chain of the Guardian's soul weapon discard its single lost link and reform back together with ease to become the same weapon it was before.
A massive red flaming soul sword collides with the chestplate of the Cyclops as well. Though, it is stopped like it is hitting a solid immovable wall, not even showing signs of a scratch. Two copies of the human's Astral Form are shattered to pieces by a spiked ball, and the human's true Astral Form is hit again, pinning it to the center of the peak with the spiked Soul Weapon on its chest.
The dark demonic stain grows to infect more of the bright green Astral Form, while white Physical and Mental Ether attacks pulse brightly at the core of this Guardian's ruthless strike.
The Cyclops walks forward in its fully awakened Noble Form and prepares to finish its job squashing this overgrown bug, then go back to overseeing the mountain for millennia to come.