Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 508 Strong Showdown
Sharp fingertips tore through the air, piercing Elder Medusa's back with a chilling aura of death.

At the critical moment, a golden light flashed, and Ifra's snake tail swept across like a steel whip, colliding violently with the black shadow's claws, producing a piercing sound of metal clashing.

Ifra's golden snake hair danced wildly, and a terrifying light flashed in her eyes.

Although the Eye of Kneiro suppressed her petrification ability, it did not mean that she could not use it at all.

If she could petrify this strange creature for even a few pulses, she could immediately pulverize it.

But after a moment of petrification, the other party didn't change at all; instead, it turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

The fact that one's own petrification only petrifies flesh and blood proves that the other party is entirely composed of elemental magic.

“This is Saphira’s shadow guard, a powerful creature summoned from the lower plane of Shadow Realm—the Shadow Lord, Claire the King Ant. Although its strength is only 70% of what it was in life, its body is entirely constructed of shadows, allowing it to appear anywhere there is shadow and to be immune to many attacks!” Swain introduced without hesitation from a distance. “Saphira herself is actually easier to deal with!”

This made Safira, whose face had remained expressionless, secretly resentful.

Under the sunlight, the Medusas were still fighting the Persian Gulf Empire warriors on the platform of the giant war tree, which was more than ten meters high, while in the rear, the vastly outnumbered troops of the High Cliff Fortress faced off against thousands of Persian Gulf warriors who had not yet climbed the giant war tree.

The three legendary powerhouses from the sacrificial temple in the sky exchanged glances.

All three of them were already legends, and with the Eye of Knero's help, it was only a matter of time before they took down this group of Medusas.

However, the sudden appearance of the people from Gaoyabao changed the balance of the war.

With the addition of the traitor Swain, the opposing side now has two legends.

Moreover, they were shocked to discover that each of those barbarians with dragon horns possessed epic-level strength.

Legendary can ruthlessly crush epic, but when the number of epics reaches this level, it's really hard to say who will win.

At that moment, Swain had already taken action.

The giant sword was raised high above his head, and crimson battle aura condensed on the blade into a pillar of light that shot into the sky.

The crimson sword energy tore through the sky, slashing straight at the giant vertical pupil in the air.

He said those things earlier only to attract the attention of Grand Mage Abdul Yandian, and then take the opportunity to deal with the Eye of Knero. Without the suppression of this thing, with Ifra's petrification and his own strength, the opponent would have no choice but to flee.

The Shadow Archmage Saphira had harbored a deep resentment towards Swain from the beginning.
During his battle with Ifra, the Shadow Lord was struck hard in the chest by the snake's tail and sent flying backward. As he disappeared into the air as a black shadow, he had already quietly arrived in Swain's shadow.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, it burst out, its shadow transforming into two slender shadow blades that shot skyward, which it gripped in its hands and slashed at Swain's head with lightning speed.

If this strike lands squarely, even a giant would lose its head, let alone Swain.

The Shadow Warrior's movements were absolutely ghostly fast, too fast for an ordinary person to react to. However, Swain had dealt with Saphira quite a bit before and was on guard. Feeling the chill coming from the back of his neck, he forcefully turned his direction, and his greatsword met the Shadow Warrior's shadow blade head-on.

A sharp metallic clang rang out, and despite the precautions taken by those present, their eardrums were still painfully pierced.

The clouds in the sky were shattered into pieces by the two men's long blades.

"Obislach! You actually launched a sneak attack!" Zart was furious, but he knew he couldn't join this kind of battle, so he turned around and cleaved the Persian Gulf warrior in front of him, shield and all, in two with a single blow of his axe.

On the ground, the warriors of High Cliff Fortress were already engaged in close combat with the Persian Gulf warriors.

Zart swung his battle axe, each strike imbued with a crescent-shaped aura of blood. The Persian Gulf warriors fell in droves, like wheat, utterly powerless to resist.

Mir, on the other hand, displayed a completely different fighting style, with battle aura attached to his body, greatly enhancing his physical attributes.

His longsword traced exquisite trajectories in the air, each strike precisely piercing the gaps in the enemy's armor.

Within minutes, more than ten Persian Gulf warriors had fallen to his sword, all killed with a single blow.

His fighting spirit wasn't abundant enough to leave his body at will; it was usually reserved as a trump card.

Layton commanded the remaining warriors to form a wedge formation, like a sharp dagger piercing the Gulf people's defenses. The orcish barbarians were far stronger than ordinary soldiers; they could often cleave a Gulf person's scimitar in two with a single axe stroke.

Five hundred Perzan bear warriors, who had long since gone berserk and transformed into giant bears, crashed into the ranks of the Persian Gulf Empire warriors. With a single slap, they could send people flying, shattering their bones.

One hundred griffin riders in the sky prioritized dealing with the fire mages, but the mages were not sitting ducks; they would also use magic to retaliate and use magical defense to block the magic crystal arrows.

Thus, they barely managed to withstand the attack of the griffin riders, but in doing so, they had no energy left to assist the Persian Gulf warriors.

Meanwhile, the Dragon Vein Berserkers, relying on their dragon wings, flew directly to the platform of the War Tree, preparing to help the Medusas hold the line first.

"Hold on! Hold on!" the Persian Gulf officer shouted hoarsely, but the front line continued to retreat.

Seeing the situation reversed, the Medusas on the war tree were greatly encouraged.

They unleashed their magic, and fireballs, ice arrows, and lightning rained down, striking the Gulf people's formation with pinpoint accuracy. For a moment, a continuous stream of mournful cries filled the air.

Ifra stood side by side with the three elders, their magic coalescing into a green pillar of light in their hands.

The remaining branches and leaves on the war tree grew wildly, transforming into countless green spears that rained down on the three powerful warriors from the Persian Gulf.

Gordan's blade flashed like lightning, slicing through the incoming wooden spears one by one. However, there were simply too many spears. A streak of green light grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

"Damn it!" the Sword Saint cursed, retreating hastily.

Grand Master Yan Dian calmly turned to a new page of the tome, and a barrier of flames rose up in front of him.

The green light collided with the flames, creating a violent explosion. He simply said to Gordan, "Leave this to me, you deal with those guys."

It's obvious who among the five legends present is stronger and who is weaker.

The Grand Magisters Abdul and Ifra of the Temple of Fire are undoubtedly among the top in the Legendary ranks, while Swain and Safira are about equal in strength. Only Gordan, who forcibly ascended to Legendary status using magical items, is at the very bottom in terms of strength.

But even being at the bottom is like a mountain pressing down on the players, making it hard to breathe.

The barbarians and the Persian bear-men clashed with a large number of Persian Gulf Empire warriors, roaring, fighting, and their blood boiling! The stalemate was brief, but the Persian Gulf Empire forces were forced into a steady retreat, leaving behind a trail of corpses. This significantly increased the pressure on the Medusa vassal warriors on the war tree platform. Seeing that the barbarians were too difficult to deal with, the Persian Gulf warriors naturally turned their blades on the weaker ones, causing the reinforcements from High Cliff Fortress to not only fail to alleviate the pressure on the vassal warriors but actually increase it.

Zart, Peya, Volibear, and Helena were surrounding Gordan, outnumbering him.

Kermish and Mir could only join the barbarian battlefield; they had no chance to participate in this high-level showdown.

Although Helena the little swan is young, as a genius of the swan clan that appears only once every thousand years, and the grand-nephew and disciple of the swan high priest Oniol, her strength is definitely not weak.

"A true Swan Knight should be fearless, never swinging his sword at the weak, and even when facing the strong, he should dare to launch an attack!" Helena gripped the Whisper Rapier, her palms sweating profusely, but her eyes grew increasingly resolute.

This was the first time he had ever truly fought to the death with the enemy!
It goes without saying that only one of them can stand.

A pair of pure white wings stretched out from his back and blossomed, just like an angel.

Helena flapped her wings, her figure soaring gracefully into the air like a swan. Her silver sword drew out a sky full of starlight. This was Helena's most prized sword technique, which she had specially given a poetic name, "Swan's Tears." These sword beams, formed from battle aura, fell continuously from the sky like teardrops.

This move consumes a lot of battle qi, but against such a powerful enemy, holding back even a little bit would be disrespectful to one's own life.

Although Zate is also an epic, as the first old man to follow the lord, its level is undisputed to be the highest except for the lord, and it also mastered berserk mode without any teacher.

Although it didn't obtain the Dragon Vein like the Dragon Vein Berserkers, its strength was still considerably greater than that of the Dragon Vein Berserkers.

After going berserk, its muscles bulged and veins popped out. It roared and unleashed a "Blood Qi Crescent Slash". The blood qi flew along the grass, seemingly light and unsharp, but only those who were touched by it knew that its power was enough to cut through refined metal.

Worebel simply and directly transformed into a giant white bear, seven or eight meters tall, roared to the sky, and sent its paws, larger than a horse, hurtling towards the sky.

Even a blue stone blocking your way will be easily smashed into dust.

In terms of strength, the seemingly most harmless alchemist, Peya, is actually the best among them. She was only one step away from becoming a legend, but unexpectedly, due to a failed alchemy, her soul was separated from her body and entered the Zai Dai Golem she created.

Peiya simply and decisively released all the Zhai Dai golems from her spatial ring.

Three twelve-meter-tall golden figures appeared out of thin air on the grassland, their enormous hands simultaneously reaching towards the ground.

All four of them were top-tier experts from High Cliff Fortress, but even if Gordan was weak, he was still a legend. The word "legend" represents a qualitative change, something extraordinary and capable of what ordinary people cannot do.

Moreover, he wasn't some penniless legend; a magical shield suddenly appeared on his body.

Helena's sword light clanged and clattered as it struck the mountain, while Zart's blood energy slashes pierced it, riddling even a small mountain with holes and eventually slicing it in two.

However, the defensive magic equipment used by the legendary was designed to deal with opponents of the same level, so how could it be broken so easily?

However, as the three golden figures brought down their iron palms, the shield shattered as if struck by three mountains, and the "Thorn Guardian" ring on Gordan's finger broke in response.

With a roar, Vorebel pounced on him.

"You're asking for death!" Gordan's face twisted into a grotesque grimace.

A sword, imbued with the aura of blood, shot out like lightning, staining the sky with blood.

The enormous bear's paw was instantly sliced ​​off in half, leaving it smooth as a wall.

"I'll do it!" Zart roared, leaping over and bringing his axe down on Zart's head.

"Kacha!"

The steel battle axe, forged with refined gold, shattered in two.

For the first time, Zha Manzi experienced the feeling of his palm being cracked, with drops of blood flowing down his palm onto the grass.

The other person was clearly not in much better shape either, as half of their body had been smashed into the ground by the axe.

Even a legend, in terms of physical strength alone, is definitely inferior to Zart, who has received system enhancements.

The little swan wouldn't miss this opportunity. Countless sword beams fell again, but Gordan's greatsword was swung so tightly that it blocked them all. Instead, he took the opportunity to kick Vorebel, who was pouncing on again. The giant bear was sent flying backward, smashing through countless ancient trees, but he quickly got back up.

With his own regenerative abilities combined with the system's team healing skills, Vorebel's regenerative abilities reached an astonishing level; his severed hand had almost fully recovered.

"This is troublesome." Peiya said with a worried look, "We can manage to defend, but it's too difficult to kill him. We can only stall for time."

While the Zarts were locked in fierce fighting here, Ifra was doing just as well.

A painful groan suddenly rang out from Elder Medusa. The Shadow Lord reappeared like a ghost at some unknown time, and his dark shadow blade pierced deeply into the snake tail of one of the Elder Medusa.

The fact that the opponent can move freely in places with shadows makes them extremely difficult to defend against.

Ifra's golden snake hair danced wildly, and her body erupted with unprecedented magical energy.

She forcefully broke through the suppression of the Eye of Knero, her eyes turning completely pale. Two gray-white rays tore through the air, but instead of shooting towards the Shadow Lord, they pointed directly at the vertical pupil in the sky!

She wanted to petrify those eyes too.

"boom--!"

The Eye of Knero trembled violently, and tiny cracks spread along the edge of its pupil. The petrifying pressure that had been suppressing the entire area weakened instantly, and several Persian Gulf mages who were casting spells froze, their bodies beginning to show signs of stone-like spots.

Swain seized the opportunity to launch a sudden attack, his greatsword deflecting the Shadow Warrior's Shadow Blade that had transformed back into its original form, his blood energy erupting like a volcano.

He completely ignored the damned shadow bug and turned to pounce on the Shadow Archmage Saphira. Before the sword even arrived, the chilling sword energy had already plowed a deep trench in the ground.

Saphira's expression finally changed, and she immediately summoned the Shadow Warrior to her side to defend herself.

He was a shadow mage, not skilled in close combat. If Swain got close, one sword strike would send him back to the shadows.

(End of this chapter)