Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 467 The Insidious Duo

Sersni's enormous dragon body, so large it blotted out the sky, swooped down with a piercing shriek that tore through the air, its dark scales gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen.

She didn't charge in a straight line, but suddenly spun to the side halfway down the dive. Her huge dragon wings were like two giant axes tearing through the sky, carrying violent air currents that were enough to lift mountains, and slammed them hard towards the three Lich Kings!

This was not some sophisticated combat technique at all; it was purely the overwhelming physical strength and speed of the dragon race.

The air was compressed into a substantial wall of air, producing a dull tearing sound like a massive ship cutting through the waves.

If that were all, the three highly skilled Lich Kings would not have been so terrified. In addition to the dragon's attack, the dragon knight also unleashed a dazzling golden sword strike.

This is why dragon knights are among the top combatants in humanity, because it's a perfectly reasonable two-on-one situation.

The three Lich Kings instantly unleashed their most potent life-saving techniques.

The bone staff in Farin's hand shattered instantly, and countless pale bone fragments mixed with dense necromantic magic instantly formed a huge bone shield with countless tormented soul faces flowing around it, blocking his way.

The Lich King, who controlled the vengeful spirits, screamed and forcibly transformed all the vengeful spirits around him into a distorted, wailing barrier of vengeful spirits.

The one that condensed its bone claws was even more decisive, instantly grasping the enormous white bone claws in its palm, attempting to resist the terrifying combination of the two swords.

However, in the face of Sersne's overwhelming wing attack, all defenses seemed fragile and laughable.

boom!
First came the enormous barrier of vengeful spirits, like a bubble struck by a giant hammer, unable to sustain even half a pulse. Those wailing faces shattered instantly and then vanished.

Next came Farin's massive bone shield, accompanied by a piercing, teeth-grinding cracking sound. The shield surface was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks before it exploded with a bang, sending countless bone fragments flying backward like arrows, even piercing Farin's own robes and bones.

Finally, the enormous bone claw, under the violent force and shockwave, was swept away and crushed like a withered leaf caught in a tornado, the crackling sounds of shattering filling the air as bone fragments flew everywhere.

The three Lich Kings were like flies swatted by an invisible giant hand, turning into three shooting stars trailing black smoke, and were slammed down even faster into the scorched earth below, where the lava had not yet completely cooled after being plowed by lightning.

Logically speaking, with their strength, they should be able to fight Sersne to a standstill, or even have the upper hand.

However, these three Lich Kings have completely lost their will to fight and are preoccupied with planning their escape, so they can only passively take the beating.

Their bones were already riddled with cracks before the impact, and half of Farlin's ribs even collapsed.

This kind of injury is actually nothing to someone as tough as the Lich King.

But it wasn't over yet; a sword aura condensed from pure holy light followed.

"No!!!" The three Lich Kings let out a final, desperate, and twisted howl as they tried to put up a last stand, but the holy light was too fast! Faster than thought!

It's sizzling!

Like a red-hot iron pressed onto ice.

There was no explosion, no shock wave.

Only the chilling burning sound of a soul being instantly ignited, purified, and utterly annihilated.

The Holy Light of ordinary bishops of the Holy Light Church has no effect on these Lich Kings, but it is enough to purify them all when it comes to a lord.

All the movements of the three Lich Kings stopped instantly, and their bodies gradually turned into starlight in the holy light.

The eerie green soul fire in their eye sockets, symbolizing their eternal existence and power, flickered violently for a moment, like a candle flame extinguished by a gale, before going out forever.

A few wisps of black smoke rose up, only to be blown away by the gale whipped up by Sersni's dragon wings, leaving no trace.

Having lost all support, the colorful rings on their fingers lay scattered on the ground, mixed with the rubble and bone dust scorched by lightning and lava.

Li Wei's face lit up with joy. He hadn't expected that defeating monsters would drop treasures. He jumped down and grabbed a large bag, throwing everything into his system inventory, intending to examine the goods properly later.

Lagras's massive ice crystal body trembled slightly, feeling a chill that seeped into his bones from the absolute power displayed by Sersney and Levi.

Even with a contract, can the Titan Diamond really be taken back?

……

This turn of events really came too suddenly.

Pan Tuo never imagined that his meticulously planned scheme would fail, especially against a human he considered an ant.

"What have you done to me?" His voice had lost its dignified tone and was filled with the fury of being toyed with by ants.

"What did you do?" Li Wei slowly took two steps forward, his exquisite leather boots echoing clearly on the cold floor, sounding particularly jarring in the silent temple. "Respected, incomparably powerful Lord Pantuo, don't you call yourself a god? Logically speaking, how could an omniscient and omnipotent god not know such a trivial matter?"

Li Wei snapped his fingers and offered his explanation: "Actually, as long as we know your purpose, it's not difficult to deal with. Old Yi has only left a part of his spiritual imprint in his body."

In reality, even if he doesn't say anything, the other party will immediately understand what's going on, so it's better for him to take the initiative and pretend to be clueless.

Pantuo's grayish-white pupils contracted slightly.

He sensed that it was not some external force imprisoning him, but rather the deepest essence of this body, the holy light source that had been dormant for thousands of years yet remained as pure as ever, was resisting him with an unprecedented power under the guidance of another part of the soul!

It felt as if He had been forcibly imprisoned in a cage of holy light.

The more He tried to drive His power, the stronger the repulsion and burning sensation from within His body became. Strands of pure, golden light stubbornly emanated from the edges of the fading golden sun mark on His forehead.

It burst forth from between His fingers, even from the depths of His marrow, tearing fiercely at the death force He forcibly injected.

Clearly, they are vying for control of the body.

"Impossible! How could a mere remnant of spirit possibly stop me!" Pan Tuo attempted to unleash the immense soul power originating from the Book of the Dead to launch an attack.

The grayish-white soul fire burned fiercely in His eyes, almost bursting forth. The temperature of the entire temple plummeted again, and the pale halo on the walls flickered violently, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.

“A remnant of will?” Li Wei scoffed. “You underestimate a true saint.”

The lord didn't explain further this time. Very few people knew about Saint Ego's innate magic, and if outsiders found out, they would inevitably come up with ways to deal with it.

Although Ego Saint is cursed so that he can never return to his body, his soul is immortalized, and even a trace of his spiritual power possesses the quality of immortality.

Simply preventing someone else from possessing your body is more than enough. Li Wei's lips curled into a cruel smile: "Do you think the reason I turned a blind eye to your entering my body, and why I took so long to come here, was to prevent you from feeling threatened and hiding like rats?"

Pantuo finally understood why Li Wei had watched helplessly as He possessed his body.

That wasn't fear; it was the patience of a hunter watching his prey step into a carefully laid trap.

"To be honest, if I hadn't known that you, Li Wei, had returned, even I wouldn't have dared to use such a risky method."

Saint Igor quietly appeared beside the lord, his face still bearing a reassuring smile.

"You two planned this all along, didn't you?" Pan Tuo asked.

“You’re not completely stupid.” The lord had one hand on the hilt of his sword and the other on his hip. “To lure out a little coward like you who only dares to hide in the shadows, I’ve used all my acting skills. I was just afraid that if I used too much strength, I would scare you cowards back into hiding.”

In fact, the lord had received a message from His Holiness the Saint when he was about to arrive in Gonda. That's why he deliberately delayed and went to the palace to deal with Harland before slowly making his way to the Holy Light Church.

Saint Ego didn't dare to go all out. Otherwise, even if he couldn't deal with so many Lich Kings who controlled the Titan Diamonds, given that the Holy Light was effective against the Lich King, he could still protect Fatil and the others as they escaped.

I'm afraid the other party will notice something's wrong and I'll hide again.

They had long suspected that it was impossible for just a few Lich Kings to cause Gonda's fall; there must be a mastermind behind it all.

But even now, knowing that all of this was caused by the godlike creatures residing in the Book of the Dead, it's still undeniably alarming.

Upon hearing this, Pan Tuo kept cursing him in his heart in slang for being despicable.

It's unbelievable that these two people, one a dragon knight and the other a saint, with their thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually put on a show, and with such good acting skills. Even someone as cunning and treacherous as myself didn't realize I'd been tricked.

Even the god of deception would have to be tricked and skinned alive before he could leave.

“Now,” Li Wei slowly drew the longsword from his waist. The blade shone like the sun under the intertwining holy light, and his aura rose steadily, instantly overpowering the eerie feeling brought by the undead.

The lord was clearly mimicking Pantuo's tone: "It's my turn to deal with you, dear Lord Pantuo."

I don't know why, but Pantuo felt a little like crying.

So the lord jumped up and slapped the beast.

To this day, the lord's power limit has long been a mystery. Even the giants, once hailed as unparalleled in strength, are no match for him in terms of sheer power.

Even if the saint was blessed by the goddess herself and had an incomparably strong body, he could not withstand Livy's terrifying brute force.

Rumble!
A loud bang was heard, and the entire underground seemed to tremble.

The saint's six-meter-tall, powerful body was completely sent flying. His enormous body flew backward and crashed heavily into the ground, sending dirt flying everywhere. The magically reinforced ground seemed to be on the verge of collapse, with dust constantly falling down.

Digen had somehow returned to the lord's side, holding a memory crystal and grinning, mercilessly mocking, "You idiot, you were even more pretentious than when I was alive."

Standing beside him, Igor raised an eyebrow, a hint of helplessness on his face. The feeling of watching his own body being mercilessly beaten was truly unpleasant.

Looking at the huge hole in the sky, the lord jumped out with a light effort, followed closely by Saint Igor.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a gray aura was hiding in the shadows amidst the dust, then slipped through a crack and entered the Book of the Dead.

……

Boom!

The earth seemed to groan under the weight, and the ground in the center of the ruins of the Holy Light Church suddenly bulged upwards and exploded.

Amidst a spray of rubble and dust like a fountain, a massive figure, gleaming with grey-gold light, burst from the earth and slammed into the bell tower of the nearby Church of Holy Light. It was none other than the body of Saint Igor, who had been possessed by Pantuo.

"Your... Your Majesty the Saint?!" The priests who were barely maintaining order in the distance looked on in disbelief.

The portraits of the twelve saints hung in the sanctuary, and they saw them every day; they were so familiar with them that the person who emerged from the ground looked exactly like the twelfth saint.

But isn't the saint the same height as a normal person? How come this person looks more like the twelfth saint in the legend?

Only Fatil was not surprised; she knew that this was the body of Saint Igor.

They saw their revered saint reappear in such a wretched state, emanating a chilling death aura that could freeze one's soul. The once brilliant golden sun mark on his forehead was now dim and distorted, with blinding holy light and gray-white death aura constantly clashing violently at its edges.

Pan Tuo's massive body staggered to its feet. Beneath his skin, which was covered in holy light, grayish-white patterns writhed like living things, and with each breath he exhaled the breath of elements.

Pan Tuo's gray-white pupils were fixed on the figure that leaped out of the ground right after him.

Li Wei landed steadily, his fine leather boots clicking clearly on the gravel.

He flicked his wrist; the force of the slap he had just received surprised him.

As expected of a saint, his body is incredibly tough.

After receiving his powerful slap, his face only swelled up.

But after all these years, his skin is still so elastic. Lord, I really want to ask this saint how he takes care of himself.

Following him out, Saint Igor subtly used the "Blurring Spell," which instantly obscured the view of the outside world for the priests inside the barrier.

I wanted to come out and see for myself what was going on.

However, although this holy light barrier was extremely powerful and could even withstand the Lich King's attacks, its drawback was that it would only automatically dissipate after a certain amount of time, so they could only stare helplessly inside.

"Do you really think I'm completely immobile?!" Pan Tuo, humiliated by this, could no longer restrain himself and, as if "exploding," let out a roar like a tsunami.

He didn't use any magic, but still forcibly activated this powerful body, like a crazed metal puppet, accompanied by a shrill scream that tore through the air, and punched towards Li Wei.

In front of the fist, the air was compressed to the extreme, forming a milky white cone of air visible to the naked eye. Wherever it passed, the remaining broken walls and ruins were directly crushed into dust by the dissipating force.

(End of this chapter)