Mystery: A Spark

"God said it works!"

With a hiss, the silver lightning on Shatas's hair brightened considerably and surged forth, intertwining with the long arrow.

She immediately released her wrist and shot the arrow out.

Boom!

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and a thick bolt of lightning struck down, landing on the long arrow.

The arrow turned completely silver-white and struck the base of Yurisian's wing with unavoidable speed.

"Shouting is prohibited here!"

"Those who violate this rule will be punished!" Long Ze'er seized the opportunity to release his precepts.

Preventing an enemy from crying out in pain when they are wounded is a rather uncivilized tactic.

"Roar!" The ice dragon ignored all rules and let out a painful roar.

Its wings were torn further, and the wounds became charred, with only a tiny bit remaining attached to its body.

A perfect opportunity! Long Ze'er seemed to have gained power from the broken precepts, his figure suddenly leaping up and directly into the sky.

He spread his body in mid-air, swung his iron-black straight sword, and struck the last connection point of the "King of the North's" wings with an unerring aim.

With a "whoosh," the wings of the "King of the North" were severed by Long Ze'er and fell onto the snow.

"Agh!" Yurisian let out a miserable howl and turned around to grab Longzel, who had just landed.

But at that moment, Mobert stretched out his right hand toward it and quickly twisted his wrist.

Yurisian's claws had just been raised when they suddenly stopped, as if he had forgotten what he was about to do.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Longzel turned and ran, quickly escaping from Yurisian's side.

The moment Arthur saw the ice dragon's wings being severed, he put away his oddly shaped gun and pulled a black iron key from his emblem.

He grinned, revealing a carefree smile.

"On your marks! Everyone, on your marks! Let's dance!"

Chapter 260 A Perfect Curtain Call!

After one of the ice dragon's wings was destroyed, Arthur decisively abandoned ranged attacks and switched to melee combat.

Because the gun in his hand was not a magical item with great destructive power like "Death Knell," but just a specially made high-powered firearm.

Combined with his "Reaper" ability, he can easily take down unarmored parts like the wings of an ice dragon.

However, attacking its body, which is covered with hard, frost-covered scales, is not so effective.

It's not that it can't break through the defense, but the killing efficiency isn't very good. It's not as good as Arthur just going up and hitting it a couple of times with his weapon.

When it came to melee weapons, Arthur abandoned his favorite two-handed greatsword, Salamaine, and instead chose the Black Iron Key that he had just acquired.

This is because when dealing with heavily armored units, the lethality of swords and blades is actually only for fun compared to blunt weapons.

When it comes to opening heavily armored cans, blunt instruments are the real experts.

A blunt instrument opens a can, while a sharp instrument removes a crispy shell—this is an irrefutable truth.

As Arthur sheathed his weapon and pulled out his orange-tier equipment, "Saslier's Bedroom Key," Mobert, who had just been twisting his wrist nearby, suddenly swung his hand to the side.

However, it did not cause any unusual phenomena.

This was a move he had just stolen from Julian, and he had to do it; that was the rule of theft.

Seeing that Yurisian's wings had been severed, Shatas in the sky became bolder and immediately flew closer, drawing her bow and nocking an arrow again.

At this moment, Snowman did not bless her again, because Yurisian's screams had turned into roars, causing a blizzard to sweep up outside the cave, making it impossible to see more than 5 meters away.

"God says, invalid!" Snowman declared again.

This announcement also calmed the sudden blizzard considerably.

Whether it was a raging hurricane or a dense mass of goose feathers, nearly half of them were reduced or disappeared out of thin air.

Although the lack of Snowman's blessing diminished the power of Shatas's arrows from their previous devastation, they still managed to inflict considerable damage on Yulisian.

An arrow crackling with electricity descended from the sky and struck Yorisian squarely in the throat that was gaping open as he roared.

"Bang!" The dragon's breath, which hadn't even been exhaled, was blocked in the ice dragon's throat by this arrow, even producing an effect like the dragon's chest exploding.

"Well done!" Arthur cheered for the brilliant shot, then unleashed several fireballs towards the vicinity of the ice dragon.

Edwina, who was not far away, saw this scene. Although she didn't know what Arthur was trying to do, she also summoned fireballs and threw them around Yulisian.

"You're good at playing with fire, aren't you? Then why were you saying you were cold just now?" Arthur looked at Edwina with some surprise.

Edwina ignored his question.

Mobert, however, couldn't help but chuckle after hearing his words.

Arthur was initially confused by the laughter, but he quickly realized what it meant and subconsciously muttered:

"Good heavens, what a cunning woman."

Edwina, who was setting off fireballs, paused, turned her head, and glared at him irritably.

"Cough, I didn't say anything just now." Arthur leaped away from Edwina's sight with a fiery leap, arrived next to the ice dragon, and smashed a key into the creature's scales.

Then he stretched out his hand and launched a fireball into the sky.

With a muffled "bang," the area on the frost armor plate that was hit did not appear to be significantly damaged.

But at that moment, Julian let out a painful roar.

This is the effect of blunt weapons on heavy armor; they can penetrate the outer layer of armor and cause damage directly to the inside.

However, Julisian was not one to be trifled with. Since someone dared to come so close to him, he would be unworthy of his title as the "King of the North" if he didn't teach them a lesson.

Without warning, an ice-blue halo emanated from Yulisian, rapidly expanding outwards along the ground.

Wherever it passed, everything it touched froze into an ice sculpture from bottom to top.

Upon seeing this, Grosser immediately knelt on one knee and planted his greatsword in the ground in front of him.

A dawn-like light then shone forth, forming illusory walls on either side of Grosser, protecting the others behind them.

Arthur had long been wary of Julian's move.

The moment he saw the icy blue halo, he used Flame Leap again to reach the spot where he had just thrown the fireball into the air.

This place is directly above the head of the ice dragon, about ten meters away.

Longzel, who had recently escaped from Yulisian's side, saw this scene and quickly realized Arthur's purpose.

Without hesitation, he thrust his right palm towards the ice dragon, speaking in a low voice in Ancient Hermes:

"captivity!"

In an instant, Yurisian, who had been trying to move because he sensed something was wrong, froze in place. It seemed as if layers of transparent walls had appeared around him.

At the same time, Arthur's body was falling towards Julian's head, faster and faster.

Yulisian raised its head and opened its mouth to try to resist with its dragon breath, but Mobert reached out to it again and twisted its wrist.

Yulisian's mouth opened wide, but he seemed to have forgotten what he was supposed to do, and stood there stunned for a moment, not responding to what was to come. Mobert, on the other hand, suddenly turned his head to the side and spat out his saliva.

"Pooh!"

Arthur's descent was no longer hindered. He raised the black iron key in his hand and, in the midst of his rapid fall, smashed the key hard onto the ice dragon's head in the standard pose of a Roaring Lord smashing Mannoroth's head.

With a muffled thud, the ice dragon's massive head slammed down, and its golden dragon eyes, filled with savage intent, instantly turned blood red from being engorged with blood.

Yurisian let out a painful whimper, which sounded rather pitiful.

But none of the people present felt any pity for it; instead, they intensified their attack, taking advantage of its weakness.

Now, flying through the sky, Shatas had no more scruples. She recklessly drew back the bowstring, shooting arrow after arrow at Yurisian, shattering the ice crystal armor, tearing at his tough skin, and leading him step by step into death.

However, a dying beast often becomes more dangerous.

Just when everyone thought victory was in sight, Julian suddenly raised his body and stood upright.

A pale blue-white light surged from the dragon's body, causing the temperature to plummet within a hundred meters, accompanied by an unbearable sensation.

Suddenly, most of the extraordinary individuals seemed to have been frozen for a long time. Their bodies were so cold that they became very stiff and began to tremble uncontrollably.

Only two people were still able to move.

One of them was Snowman, an ascetic who had endured countless trials by ice and cold.

He kept his arms outstretched, his eyes half-closed, and solemnly began to speak:

“God so loves the world!”

Sunlight pierced through the wind and snow, shining in and bringing warmth that began to melt away the frozen feeling.

The other person who was still able to move was Arthur, whose entire body had turned into blazing white flames.

At this moment, he had completely become a human torch.

Following Yulisan's tail, he rushed to the ice dragon's head in a few steps, took out a golden greatsword that shimmered with light, and thrust it in with all his might through the crack he had just created.

"Awooo!!!" The ice dragon suddenly let out a deafening howl, filled with despair and madness, as if it were about to drag everyone down with it and perish together with the enemy.

However, the next second, Arthur did not hesitate to use his greatsword to violently stir inside the ice dragon's skull.

The wailing stopped abruptly.

The once bustling battlefield fell silent instantly, everyone staring at the enormous ice dragon standing upright not far away, and the man with his hands on his sword on its head.

One second, two seconds.

The man, Yurišan, swayed slightly as he stood up, then crashed to the ground with a loud thud, like a small mountain formed from melted ice and snow.

During this process, Arthur pulled the greatsword from the dragon's head and jumped off Eurysian's head.

He frowned, looking at the dragon corpse in front of him with great dissatisfaction, as if he had encountered something that displeased him.

He did indeed encounter something unpleasant, because just now when he tried to extract the life force of the ice dragon, he didn't get anything, which made him quite annoyed.

"I hate the audience, they just produce all sorts of fake and shoddy products..." Arthur muttered to himself.

At this moment, pale blue to white light burst forth from within the ice dragon's corpse, stirring the flesh and blood and moving rapidly, quickly transforming the enormous dragon corpse into a thick, tall double door covered in white snow.