Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 456 Anti-Armor
The world seemed to magically freeze for a moment.

The vibrant flowers seemed to freeze in mid-air, radiating a beautiful yet false glow.

The insects and beasts on the forest island seemed to have turned into sculptures, perfectly frozen in time, as serene and solemn as works of art.

The wind stopped howling, the leaves stopped rubbing against each other, and even the faint sound of bubbles in the swamp disappeared.

Everything fell silent.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

in the corner.

A water droplet, hanging precariously from the tip of an inconspicuous waterweed, finally trembled and dripped down.

Tick...tick...

Time suddenly sped up!

The shockwave, visible to the naked eye, swept across like a scythe, violently destroying everything that had solidified!
The beautiful scenery shattered like glass, crumbling into fragments that mixed with the blast wave, forming billowing black smoke.

Mud and water, mixed with scorching flames, gushed out, creating a wave of steam that ignited the tranquil forest island.

Flames danced, devouring all life, and even dyeing half the sky red!

……

[Ding! Defeat the enemy and gain 641 skill experience points for the Soaring Dragon Movement Technique]

[Ding! Defeat the enemy, Knight's Breathing Technique gains 1265 skill experience points]

[Ding! Defeat the enemy, Magic Strike skill gains 5140 experience points]

[Ding! The skill experience for the fourth level of Magic Strike (Intermediate) has been reached. Upgraded to the fourth level (Advanced)]

[Ding! Defeat the enemy, Fiery Sword Technique acquired... Skill limit reached, skill experience converted into 2152 personal experience]

[Remaining skill points: 0]

[Personal Level: LV23: 8121/32000]

[Mission: The Vengeance of the Dead/Incomplete]

……

Crash-!
Thick, sticky mud rained down from the sky, quickly enveloping the entire dilapidated forest island like a black curtain.

laugh--!
The flame went out.

Smoke mingled with the stench of the swamp, spreading outwards. Frogs carried grasshoppers on their backs, foxes assisted rabbits, and rats protected venomous snakes... In this brief moment, life achieved a kind of harmony, working together frantically to escape.

Only thick, black sludge, resembling pus and emitting a nauseating odor, remained, slowly and gradually flowing back.

Before they could run very far, some of the bolder predators seemed to realize that the situation had calmed down. Hunger took over their reason, and they launched a merciless attack on the surrounding prey.

A bloody feast is unfolding.

Chasing, biting, devouring... Chaos filled the area around the ruined forest island, and the smell of blood gradually permeated the air, attracting even more prying eyes.

Those gazes were either greedy or cruel.

Or perhaps they were surprised and doubtful, or perhaps they were pondering.

More hunters joined the feast.

Meanwhile, more and more people on the periphery were observing, all silently watching the figure surrounded by vultures in the sky.

A tiger cub wandered into the territory of a wolf pack that had lost its alpha wolf, and no one knew how things would turn out.

The bubbling, black sludge quickly filled in and repaired the traces of the explosion.

Nature's resilience is always so swift and rapid. It's likely that before long, once the silt settles, this place will transform into a stunning landscape of half forest and half lake, becoming a paradise for many animals.

The figure in the sky remained silent, its armor dull and lifeless, as if it had exhausted all its strength and could only barely 'stand' in the air.

Even so, the lurking observers dared not make any rash moves.

After a moment of silence, a large number of bubbles suddenly rose from the center of the silt. They crowded together and piled up, covering a large area of ​​grayish-white color in the dark silt.

Suddenly, the bubbles stopped moving again.

"Come out."

Yaro said calmly, secretly relieved.

It's good that they didn't run away.

Suddenly, the mud bulged up, and Morton's panicked voice came from within:

"Why... why aren't you attacking? Is your armor out of magic? Yes! That must be it, that must be it! I still have a chance, I still have a chance!"

It was like analyzing the situation, or like self-hypnosis.

Regardless, he eventually regained some confidence.

The swirling air currents parted the mud to both sides, and Morton, covered in a mess, emerged from it.

At this moment, he was wearing a set of exquisitely crafted armor, somewhat similar to the Demon Phoenix Armor, in sky blue. His cheeks were covered with black bloodstains, but there were no visible wounds, indicating that he had undergone some treatment earlier.

The moment he emerged, Morton activated the Wind Dragon Armor at full power.

The wind howled.

Yaro was delighted, thinking that Yaro would launch an attack.

Unexpectedly, he turned and ran away!
Running in a straight line?
The magic strike technique is truly formidable!
The advantage of the Wind Dragon Armor over the Magic Strike Technique lies in its flexibility!
The shockwave dissipated, and in just a moment, Yaro rushed in front of him, calmly asking, "Where do you think you're going?"

Looking at the skull mask on Yaro's face and hearing that strangely familiar voice, Morton's words carried a hint of realization: "You are Yaro, aren't you? The real Yaro, Yaro Garna!"

He usually didn't care about wanted posters, but because of his brother and because of the armor, he had seen the Record Stone about Yaro Garner.

"If I had known it was you, I should have used the method of 'going up' to increase the favor of the stronger person!"

"No, that's not right. If I had known earlier that you were Yaro Garner, I would have used even more methods to directly control you!"

Morton muttered to himself in regret.

Having possessed the Wind Dragon Armor and tested it multiple times, Morton understood the difficulty of controlling the armor better than others.

The Phoenix Armor clearly lacks the puppet magic rune structure that aids control, similar to the Wind Dragon Armor. Yet, Yaro Gara still manages to control it with effortless ease and natural movements. Morton would rather 'possess' Yaro the person than merely obtain Yaro's armor.

"Are these your last words?"

Yaro doesn't have a penchant for leaving enemies with last words; it's just that Morton is now wearing specially designed 'Anti-Yaro' armor.

If there is no one else around, Yaro can continue to unleash his magic strikes, using the Phoenix Armor itself as fuel to deliver powerful single-target attacks that will directly break through the Wind Dragon Armor's defenses.

But reality is not a matter of "what ifs," and Yaro must retain some means in case of unforeseen circumstances.

This necessitates the use of certain tactical methods.

"Last words?"

Morton's expression changed slightly. He observed Yaro with lingering fear and replied firmly, "It is you who should give your last words!" Although he said that, he did not make any rash moves.

The Wind Dragon Armor was only designed with a frontal counter-attack structure. Now that the distance is so close, if Morton turns around, these moves specifically designed to counter 'Yarro Gana' will be useless.

If that weren't the case, why would Morton, who wasn't good at direct combat, stop and confront Yarrow with such a tough attitude?

"Your last words were really boring."

Yaro shook his head in disappointment. Clusters of flames appeared out of thin air, attaching themselves to the Fiery Greatsword, and were continuously absorbed by the Lava Eye in the center of the Fiery Greatsword.

"Small Fireball?"

Morton recognized the fireballs, but what he didn't know was that, as a first-level spell, Meltdown could also replenish the firepower of the Eye of Lava, and it consumed less magic power, replenished it quickly, and was not easily detected.

That's right! Yaro is increasing Morton's psychological pressure!
Yaro was very familiar with the data of the Wind Dragon Armor, and he also knew that the Wind Dragon Armor had a protective whirlwind shield, and even knew the magical properties of that whirlwind shield.

By utilizing the properties of windmill steel and the aid of magic patterns, the cyclone shield can harness external wind power!
Similar to non-Newtonian fluids, the faster the attack and the stronger the power contained within, the more robust the whirlwind shield becomes. However, if the speed is too slow, the owner of the Wind Dragon Armor can also actively dodge.

Its obvious weakness is attacks that inflict fear, such as ray-type tricks, mental shocks, or high/low temperatures.

It was obvious that the Fiery Greatsword was constantly accumulating high-temperature energy.

A surge of intense heat gathered within the sword, emanating waves of scorching heat that caused the surrounding air to gradually distort.

Beneath the skull mask, Yaro's voice sounded like a demon: "That gorilla helped you earlier, but now... what are you going to do?"

Can you guess why I deliberately released the heat I had just absorbed, thus heating up the surrounding air?
Morton could never have guessed that his hands and feet were ice-cold, his mouth was dry, and his heart was racing!

Little did he know that the move Yaro had just used was called 'Magic Strike - Star River Surge', and it wasn't a move used by the Fiery Greatsword at all.

We must act first!

Morton made a grab out of thin air, and a beautiful headband inlaid with sapphires suddenly appeared in his hand. Magic surged into it and it shattered instantly, and ice arrows with chilling aura suddenly appeared in the air!
"go with!"

Ice arrows shot out in all directions!

Morton flipped his hand again, raising a strange medal that burst into flames, transforming into a raging fiery lion.

The Fiery Lion charged forward, its feet treading on the void, brandishing its massive claws and roaring.

Next came a pair of crystal high heels.

Suddenly, pieces of crystal with sharp edges and corners, like swords, appeared in the void!

……

From the watchful eyes of the side, a young man growled angrily:

"The Ice Goddess headband? That was the token of love I gave to Theresa, why is it with him! Where is Theresa? Did he kill her?"

Another person looked serious: "Isn't that the Lion Emblem that I commissioned from the alchemy master? Three months ago, Dark wanted to venture into the depths of the plains and was drawn to the Lion Emblem's power to intimidate low-level monsters and its ability to confuse low-intelligence monsters. He specially traded it with me using his family's heirloom wand."

Some even gloated: "Rumor has it that any woman who gets those crystal boots will soon meet her end. It seems... that bitch is already dead!"

……

Morton continuously produced various strange treasures in his hands, activating them with all his might. Countless spells converged into a torrent of magical power, dazzling and colorful, all of which blasted towards the distorted figure in mid-air!

Rumble!
The vultures flapped their wings in fright, but they had no time to escape the range of the various witchcraft bombardments and were torn to shreds in the blink of an eye.

The remaining large swaths of pale feathers drifted in the air with the wind.

But at this moment, Yaro's figure moved left and right, up and down, like a phantom, accurately predicting and dodging Morton's attacks, gracefully and swiftly weaving through the torrent of various witchcraft!

Just like a salmon swimming upstream, completely ignoring the resistance of the current, it bravely forges ahead.

Even as Morton continued to retreat, the distance between the two continued to shrink.

Even more remarkably, Yarrow could speak leisurely:
"Even if you avoid the losses of direct combat by controlling other people's minds and accumulate a large number of treasures."

But what's the use?
Your tactical intelligence is an absurd maze; you yourself can't find the way out.

Give up. No matter how hard you struggle, you cannot escape your fate of death.

Take that Fiery Lion for example. Judging from the power of its subsequent explosion, it's roughly a weak level two spell, on par with the 'Fireball' spell. However, the Fireball spell is only the size of a basketball, and its flight speed and explosive power are definitely far superior to the Fiery Lion constructed with the same amount of magic.

The key to using this treasure lies not in its power, but in its appearance, its enormous size, and its delayed explosion effect.

Putting aside other considerations, in this kind of air combat environment, wouldn't it be good to place it in front of yourself to block the enemy's line of sight?

Or it could simply serve as a barrier, or as a one-way safety line.

But what about Morton?

Similar treasures were all thrown at us in a swarm.

Morton was so anxious that his eyes were blazing with fury as he frantically activated all sorts of secret treasures.

Koyal had been specially trained in how to dodge witchcraft for a long time, and later added some nerve reflexes. Now he was also activating magic strikes. As long as he had a thought, the magic runes around his body would immediately activate, faster than muscle contraction.

Morton has little real combat experience, his attacks are straightforward and lack rhythm and tactical planning.

In this situation, how could they possibly defeat Central Asia?
The distance between the two continued to shrink.

Twenty meters...

Fifteen meters...

Morton could clearly feel the intense heat emanating from the Fiery Greatsword, and the defensive aura surrounding him did not cool him down at all.

He only felt cold—and getting colder and colder!
ten meters...

five meters...

"Alright, we've had enough fun, it's time to wrap this up."

Yaro's face darkened, and the heavy sword in his hand, which was constantly releasing high temperatures, instantly burst into dazzling flames.

Morton's pupils contracted sharply, his defenses crumbled, and he drew a heavy sword that matched his armor, roaring furiously, "Get out of my way!"

The puppet runes on the shoulders of the Wind Dragon Armor suddenly lit up, and the surrounding winds collided violently, enveloping his body and transforming into a small tornado.

Step by step, layer by layer, we've advanced all for this moment!
A glint of light flashed in Yaro's eyes.

The abyssal power that had been accumulating on his back for a long time suddenly erupted, and a gust of wind also surrounded his body!
Under the control of the puppet's magical runes, Morton's body moved with extraordinary fluidity, wielding various sword techniques, yet despair flickered in his eyes!

Because... Yaro, who was right next to them, mysteriously dodged away!
The Swimming Dragon Technique – Hidden Dragon, Do Not Use.

It embodies the idea that a dragon lies hidden in the abyss, its yang energy concealed, and that one should patiently wait for the opportune moment.

The minimum distance that the 'Dragon's Body Technique' can traverse is also the fastest movement speed move in the Dragon's Body Technique!
At the same time, Yaro did not rush directly towards Morton, but instead used the principle of ships escaping the whirlpool to skim along the edge of the whirlpool, increasing his speed even more!
Then, he simply held the heavy sword horizontally in a normal manner.

Swish!
Blood gushed forth, mingling with the swirling wind, turning the colorless breeze into an ambiguous rose-red.

Even under the control of the armor, Morton did not stop 'practicing' his moves.

But his eyes had already lost all their luster.

(End of this chapter)