Elden Ring, but with Wind Spirit Moon Shadow

Chapter 461 Baylor’s cruelty!
The sky above Spike Mountain was torn apart by two distinct types of lightning, as if two fighting dragons were dividing and occupying the heavens.

Bai Shi was now filled with excitement, and the ancient iron meteorite greatsword shimmered with a dazzling pale light.

The white light on the ancient iron meteorite greatsword instantly tore through the air. Before the shriek had even dissipated, Bai Shi had already shattered the ground and his figure had rushed to the front of the prince like a meteor.

Like an ancient iron meteorite falling from the sky to the boundary of space, the greatsword swung wildly and unstoppably toward Baylor's head.

Before the sword even arrived, the violent wind pressure had already crushed the dragon flower in front of the prince into dust.

The sword, imbued with ancient power, slashed heavily toward the raging dragon's head, but was blocked by the stark white bone spikes at the last moment before it struck.

Faced with such an extraordinary opponent as Bai Shi, Beile naturally wouldn't let his guard down.

The instant Bai Shi's figure transformed into a streak of light, Beile's broken wing bone suddenly rose up, the stark white broken bone wrapped with orange-red lightning, slashing out like a giant sword.

The orange-red lightning collided with the meteorite iron blade in mid-air, creating a cloud of smoke and a shockwave.

"clang--!"

Bai Shi's eyes widened, a smile playing on his lips, as he continued to press down with his arms, relentlessly applying force.

Baylor, of course, did not back down an inch. With a roar, he crossed his other wing and pressed it against his chest.

Sword and bone clashed fiercely, compressing the air into visible ripples, causing the rock layers of Spike Mountain to crack like fragile eggshells.

Finally, the power at the point where the sword and bone intersected reached an indescribable and terrifying level, causing both sides to lose control and dominance.

A terrifying energy suddenly exploded between the two, unleashing a destructive shock that flattened the towering peak of the spiked mountain.

Beller's hind legs dug deep into the ground, overturning the entire sea of ​​flowers growing on the withered bones.

Bai Shi also took advantage of the situation to retreat, his sword carving a scorched groove in the rock face. Before he could even regain his footing, he was already preparing for his next attack.

However, the one who made the first move before Bai Shi was the enormous Beile.

Baylor's intact hind leg sank deep into the rock, and using the recoil, he suddenly spun around, his massive, bony tail sweeping across like a battering ram.

Before Baylor could even stop, he struck again, and it was this slight difference that gave him the advantage in timing.

Seeing the giant tail lashing out at him, Bai Shi's expression beneath his helmet grew increasingly fanatical.

The stench of blood on the thorny mountain was so strong that it pulled his mind back from the high heavens to the battlefield where the warriors were fighting.

Of Bai Shi’s many identities, “a warrior whose strength is unmatched” is definitely one of the ones he is most satisfied with.

Bai Shi raised the Ancient Iron Meteorite Greatsword with both hands, held the heavy blade upright in front of him, and went straight to meet the giant tail.

Despite withstanding the sweeping attack of that massive body, Bai Shi's body remained almost unshaken. However, the rock beneath his feet could not withstand the clash between the two kings and shattered and collapsed.

Before Bai Shi could even stand firmly, he saw lightning bolts raining down like a storm.

In battle, once you seize the initiative, you have the opportunity to drag your opponent into your own rhythm.

Under the relentless onslaught, if the opponent cannot shift their pace, they can only respond hastily time and time again.

Baylor himself did not have such an idea or tactic.

Such things are what the weak need, but he was born a strong man.

But as a born tyrant, Baylor fought on instinct alone, a feat that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Bai Shi looked at the dazzling lightning and chuckled softly.

"This is so true!"

The winds and clouds that occupied half the day surged with Bai Shi's thoughts, and crimson dragon lightning flashed and crisscrossed.

Ancient Dragon Lightning roared down from the sky, retaliating according to Bai Shi's orders.

Two different kinds of thunder clashed, intertwining to form a thunder curtain that blotted out the sky.

To the wandering dragons, a scene of natural disaster, as if the world were about to end, was unfolding on this spiked mountain.

Concealed by the lightning, Bai Shi gripped his sword with both hands, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his body surging with blood energy.

Then, he suddenly pushed off with both feet, flipped over, and flung the heavy greatsword into the air.

Under Beile's watchful gaze, Bai Shi's body instantly broke through the tangled lightning and leaped forward in the air.

Beile's crimson pupils contracted, and the lightning flames that had been accumulating deep within the dragon's throat suddenly erupted.

The orange-red plasma and raging flames intertwined and formed a line, carrying his fury as it poured out violently.

However, Bai Shi in the air neither dodged nor avoided, but simply kept smashing the sword down.

"Lion Slash!"

The ancient iron meteorite greatsword, carrying a violent wind pressure, tore through the lightning curtain like a lion's fang.

Without any other forces involved, this is the ultimate violence.

A fierce wind howled, and the dark thunderclouds in the sky were parted by this heavy blow, revealing an even darker and more oppressive veil above.

Even though the beilen's lightning flames were violent, they were no match for this incredibly sharp and powerful attack. It was fiercely split in the middle and shot upwards past Bai Shi.

Seeing that the attack had broken through his surging lightning flames and was getting closer, Baylor had no choice but to stop attacking.

Baylor had no choice but to raise his two bone spikes again, crossing them above his head to block the slash.

Despite cleaving through the lightning flames, Bai Shi's Lion Slash remained powerful, its blade seemingly weighed down by an entire mountain range.

In an instant, the hastily prepared Baylor was slammed into the shattered rock.

Baylor's figure vanished from everyone's sight in an instant, replaced by the continuous cracking and shattering sounds echoing through the mountains.

Startled by the strange phenomenon of the mountain range, the dragons on Spiked Mountain left their nests and flew into the air, looking down in fear at the place of exile where they had lived for countless years.

On the towering, spiky mountain, a terrifying crack slowly appeared, followed by an earth-shaking tremor.

A deep wound, running from top to bottom, was actually cut into the huge spike!

Bai Shi took a deep breath, the air scorched by electric arcs filling his lungs, giving him immense satisfaction.

Indeed, compared to sitting high in the sky illuminating the world, it was the intense, battle-ready moments that made him feel more like a human being.
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The battlefield gradually fell silent, as if everything had come to a complete end.

The onlookers were stunned, speechless with shock at the incredibly violent battle that shook the heavens and earth.

Egon's throat bobbed, and he asked incredulously:
Did we win...?

Egon swore he had never seen such a terrifying and powerful sword strike in his life.

It was as if the sky had been overturned, and the world had been split in two before him, causing a pain in one's eyes as if they were being ripped apart.

This was merely observing from the sidelines, merely witnessing the splendor of that sword strike.

What will be the fate of the Prince who faces this terrifying sword strike?

Egon simply couldn't imagine that there was any creature in the world capable of withstanding such a sword strike.

Even for Baylor, that abominable dragon, Egon couldn't imagine any possibility of him surviving against White Knowledge.

However, Egon looked at Bai Shi in the arena, who was still staring at his feet, and felt an utter sense of absurdity.

Could it be that Baylor survived?! How is that possible?! Even this couldn't kill Baylor?!
Hearing Egon's question beside him, Furious hesitated for a moment, then gently shook his head.

Although Lord Bai Shi's power is terrifying, it is not necessarily true that the outcome of the battle would be decided by this sword if the Prince were to be of such a physical condition.

Egon had never witnessed that earth-shattering war, so he naturally lacked the capacity to imagine it.

At this point, the outcome cannot be easily decided by a single move or two.

Moreover, the opponent was none other than the Mad Dragon Prince, renowned for his ferocious physique, which was vastly different from that of the ancient dragons, and possessed extremely tenacious vitality.

Otherwise, the Dragon King wouldn't have spared Prince's life.

The Dragon King is well aware that Beile is a significant threat.

However, after the great battle, they were simply too weak. Although they could exile the prince, they did not have the strength to kill him completely, and were forced to take this helpless action.

But Celine Sands simply watched the battlefield quietly, without any concern.

She knew that no creature in the world could be a match for her master.

So she only hoped that the mad dragon could bring its master a little more joy, allowing him to fight to his heart's content.

Not only her, but also Sif and the dragon soldiers, who knew Bai Shi's strength, remained calm and composed, not taking Baylor seriously at all.

Just as everyone was observing the battlefield with their own thoughts, another disturbance arose.

At this very moment, a roar once again came from the foot of Spike Mountain, where the tremors had gradually subsided.

The roar reverberated at a high speed at a certain frequency, and it grew faster and louder.

Finally, Furious's heart skipped a beat, and she was the first to realize something.

Furyusanx's expression suddenly changed, and she focused her attention on her feet again.

That's... a heartbeat!

Bai Shi looked down at the bottomless abyss and couldn't help but chuckle.

In that dark, bottomless abyss, the magma from the earth's veins trembled and erupted, and the crimson of pain gradually filled the field of vision.

As expected, that mad dragon was indeed troublesome.

He knew that Baylor would not be such a simple opponent.

Not only his powerful physique and destructive lightning flames, but also his fighting spirit and patience were astonishing.

How could a mad dragon, whose heart is filled with tyranny and fury and who is determined to carry out his rebellion to the end, fall so easily?

In the midst of life-or-death battles, sometimes an undying rage is a power that can transcend life and death.
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From the depths of the fissures in Spike Mountain came a series of muffled rumbling sounds, the heartbeat of the tyrant who ruled this land.

That pounding, trembling heartbeat was like the fury of the earth and mountains themselves, yet it also seemed as if the earth's core was being torn apart and conquered by some terrifying force.

Lava, like fresh blood, gushed from the fissures in the mountain, turning the dark rock walls crimson.

In the scalding molten lava, a massive black shadow slowly emerged, its crimson patterns on its jet-black scales becoming even more dazzling in the high temperature, like flowing flames.

Amidst the resounding, heart-pounding noise, a roar shook the hearts of everyone present, the sound waves shattering the rocks on the mountaintop into dust.

It was as if he were declaring that he was reborn after the sunset, and that this place was still under his rule.

"Roar----!!"

A colossal black shadow, obscuring the sky, emerged from the crack, and a pair of giant crimson eyes suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

Enveloped by the magma, the raging dragon's body was lifted up by its furious wings and flew back into the tyrant's sky.

Following the tyrant's command, scalding lava erupted violently, shooting high into the sky.

Orange-red lightning intertwined in the void like blood vessels, forming a membrane that blotted out the sky, and each tremor stirred up a thunderstorm like a hurricane.

The anger flowing in the blood has not yet been extinguished, so Baylor will never stop his journey!
Everyone looked up at the prince's body and was shocked by the horrific wounds.

From the shoulder of the prince, half of his body was completely cleaved in two by that earth-shattering slash.

Half of his body was barely hanging in its original position, even revealing the strange heart within that violent body.

—It was a heart with two chambers, its surface covered with numerous horn-like fragments of stone, still beating bright red.

But after being bathed in the lava deep in the mountains, his scarred body became even more solid.

The laceration on the shoulder and neck was healing at a visible speed, and the new scales were as sharp as knives.

Looking at Baylor's figure, even the ancient dragons felt a little desperate.

Is it really possible to defeat such a terrifying opponent with just a human body and a dragon's feast?

Bai Shi was pleasantly surprised to see the returning Beile.

Although the Dragon King's power sealed off the recovery, it did not prohibit healing; it merely locked the upper limit of recovery.

From his current performance, one can glimpse only a fraction of what the Prince did during his heyday.

This was truly one of the best opponents Bai Shi had ever encountered, which excited him.
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Wings of anger and lightning temporarily lifted Baylor from his earthly depravity; only in moments of free flight could he recall his past glories.

But if you were to ask him whether he regretted launching the rebellion, which led to his exile, you would ask him if he regretted it.

So Baylor's answer will always be only one... No!

If he is a king or a tyrant, then there is only one path to forging his crown in blood and fire.

Each flap of the giant wings left scorched marks in the air, venting Baylor's rage.

As Baylor soared and circled, the sky above Spike Mountain was completely filled with raging thunder, an endless expanse of lightning.

The numerous flying dragons that tried to dodge were instantly caught in the destructive force, turning into charred remains and falling back to the ground.

Fireballs containing immense power were released from Baylor's flight path, while even more astonishing power was accumulating in his mouth.

Beller hovered in the air, looking down at Bai Shi. His scarlet pupils contracted to pinpoints, and the rolling lightning flames in his throat scorched the air, giving off a burnt smell.

Completely disregarding the possibility that his power might destroy Spike Mountain, Baylor's only target was Bai Shi.

The anger that had been surging within Baylor finally erupted completely.

Then a devastating catastrophe descended upon Spike Mountain.

Hot, viscous magma gushed wildly from underground, turning the battlefield into a sea of ​​fire.

Thunderbolts rained down relentlessly, so densely that they almost turned the place into a prison.

An unprecedented surge of lightning and flame erupted from its mouth, solidifying to the point of being like a laser beam, obliterating all obstacles in its path.

This is the cruelty of the Prince!
Like the demise of the Dragon King, it is the ultimate power that is finally released only when death is imminent!

In the devastating natural disaster, a significant portion of the mountain was instantly obliterated.

The remaining rocks were not spared either, collapsing completely along the cleavage marks left by the sword.

The already crumbling Spike Mountain thus became a memory of the past.

(End of this chapter)