Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 704 A Glance

Broken, dark blue armor covered the towering, mountain-like body, with dark blue cracks flowing across its surface like solidified cosmic wounds.

Tang Zijun tilted his enormous head, covered in abyssal armor, slightly upward. His icy blue pupils seemed to contain swirling nebulae, piercing through the filthy sky and staring directly at the fragments of the void beyond the shattered starry sky, which resembled a graveyard of gods.

The fall of gods, the devastation of the battlefield, those terrifying claw marks that tore through the galaxy—the chilling images washed over his consciousness like seawater from the abyss. Just as he was immersed in this grand and tragic vision, a cry rang out: "Feed—feed—!!"

A powerful call, like a stone thrown into a deep pool, shattered the silence of this field of power and will.

Tang Zijun's icy blue pupils, which seemed to contain the depths of the universe, flickered slightly, like the shift in the trajectory of a star.

He snapped out of that heavy gaze that seemed to transcend time and space, his massive head slowly drooping, the shattered wolf-head mask turning toward the source of the sound.

Near his shoulder height (in his current giant form, hundreds of meters tall), a small figure burning with crimson flames was flapping its dragon wings with all its might.

It's Alex.

The legendary red dragon, which once blotted out the sky in Tang Zijun's eyes, now appeared as insignificant as a struggling crimson dragonfly in front of his new form.

From Tang Zijun's perspective, every detail of her enormous dragon body, covered in molten gold scales, was clearly visible, yet it possessed a strange, exquisite quality born from the absolute difference in size.

Alex's molten gold vertical pupils widened, filled with indescribable complex emotions: an instinctive fear of the abyssal aura emanating from the shattered black-blue armor, a fear that seemed to freeze the soul; and the shock of witnessing Tang Zijun manipulate the ocean with a wave of his hand.

The ultimate awe-inspiring reflection of the starry sky, but even more so, it evokes an incredible, cautious excitement and a sense of exploration.

"Hey! Human, human knight!" Her voice carried the metallic hum characteristic of dragons, but it was noticeably lowered, revealing a hint of barely perceptible tension and uncertainty. "Are...are you alright?"

Her gaze was fixed on the two icy blue lights in the eye sockets of Tang Zijun's helmet, trying to find a familiar trace. The roar of "Die!" just now, and the oppressive feeling emanating from this huge body, which was not completely out of its mind, gave her the courage to approach.

As Tang Zijun watched the small dragon shadow struggling to stay afloat in the wind, like a ruby ​​adorning the massive shadow, an indescribable feeling of novelty and warmth welled up in her heart. The perspective shift brought about by the huge size difference was a unique experience in itself.

He slightly adjusted his posture, causing the eerie light flowing on the shattered armor to subside a little, so as to avoid directly impacting Alex.

A deep, resonant voice, like an echo from the deep sea, emanated from beneath the mask. Although it still carried an inhuman quality and power, the peace and rationality that belonged to "Tang Zijun" was clearly discernible.

"I'm fine, Alex."

That brief answer, that familiar tone.

Alex's taut dragon wings visibly relaxed, and a pure light of surprise burst forth from her molten gold pupils. She even couldn't help but fly a short distance closer, circling around Tang Zijun's massive shoulder for a half-circle, as if confirming some miracle.

"Oh, oh ...

She couldn't find the right words to describe Tang Zijun's new form, and finally blurted out a sarcastic remark in a dragon-like style: "...Your new scales are so terrifying! Looking at them for so long, I'm starting to feel an urge to become a part of you!"

As Tang Zijun listened to the red dragon's exclamation, which was filled with concern and teasing, and felt the excitement of surviving a disaster, a trace of human warmth quietly rippled out from the depths of her icy blue pupils beneath the shattered mask.

"It's a long story..."

His massive head nodded slightly, and the shattered armor emitted a low, strange grinding sound.

"Anyway, I'm fine. Now I can make use of this power."

Tang Zijun's deep, resonant voice echoed like the deep sea, carrying an almost casual calmness, as if controlling the chaotic primal force capable of shaking the world was as natural as breathing.

Upon hearing this, the red dragon Alex, hovering beside his shoulder, instinctively opened her massive mouth, her molten gold vertical pupils widening in shock that read, "This can be considered exploitation?"

Looking at Tang Zijun's shattered black-blue armor and the silent, spinning dark blue chaotic core behind his shoulder, and recalling his terrifying power in splitting the sea with a wave of his hand and confronting the evil god head-on... Alex felt her view of dragon life was being challenged like never before.

Humans using divine artifacts? Unheard of!

Humans usurping the power of the Great Old Ones? Even the gods of the Void couldn't do that!

This has gone beyond the scope of "monster"; it's practically a walking...rule-distorting entity!

But she also knew that this was not the time to dwell on these mind-blowing things.

She forcibly suppressed her turbulent emotions, grinned at the massive dragon's snout, revealing a smile that was both fierce and relieved (which looked somewhat ferocious on the dragon's face).

"No, it's good that you're alright!" She nodded her massive head, her molten gold gaze turning towards the front lines of the inland river basin, her voice deepening, "The battle isn't over yet."

Her enormous dragon claws pointed towards the ruined battlefield shrouded in filthy blood mist.

"Those humans must be your friends too, right? They're still fighting a tough battle."

Tang Zijun's enormous pupils, which contained the essence of an icy blue nebula, also turned towards the front lines of the river region.

His gaze pierced through the distance of space and the pervasive blood mist, and everything on the battlefield was clearly reflected in his consciousness.

He saw Desk covered in blood, his body, covered in heavy dark crystal armor, was covered with knife marks and energy burns. He stood like a rock at the forefront of the defense line, each swing of his giant hammer carrying immense force, smashing several berserk soldiers with bloodshot eyes, completely controlled by "pleasure" into the air. But the number of enemies seemed endless.

The Black City Legion soldiers formed a tight formation, their dark crystal shields forming a defensive line, their spears thrusting out like a forest, each thrust accompanied by a roar. They were no longer facing simple cultists, but their comrades who had been thoroughly brainwashed and were indulging in ecstatic slaughter—guards on the river front, noble private soldiers in fine clothes, and even some low-ranking priests with empty eyes, holding holy symbols but exuding an aura of blasphemy. The battle was brutal and protracted.

In some corners of the ruins, a few scattered survivors can still be seen, including civilians and remnants of the river front who have not been completely corrupted or have broken free of control. They use the terrain and traps to fight against the lone berserkers like trapped beasts, their eyes filled with despair and final madness.

Chaos, bloodshed, despair.

This is a battle in a quagmire where there is no glory, only endless despair.

Tang Zijun's brows furrowed very slightly beneath her shattered mask.

His massive body still stood between the sea and the sky, his tattered black and blue armor gleaming with an eerie light. He did not move immediately, but an invisible, cold will had already transcended space and silently enveloped the entire battlefield on the front lines of the river region!

Buzz—! ! !

Above the battlefield, the filthy, blood-red mist solidified without warning!

Time seemed to have been slowed down.

All the berserker soldiers, Black City Legion warriors, and survivors who were brandishing weapons, roaring, or screaming froze for a moment. A chilling fear, originating from the deepest part of their being and facing a vast cosmic existence, instinctively and irresistibly washed over them like invisible ice water.

This was not an attack; it was merely Tang Zijun's own light projected onto her.

Followed by.

Under Desk's astonished gaze, and under Alex's breathless watchful eyes—

The ground, wreckage, and even the pervasive filth and blood covering the entire front-line battlefield of the river basin instantly condensed into countless fine water mists shimmering with a cold, eerie blue light.

This mist was not a physical attack; it was like the most precise barrier, accurately covering the bodies of all the Black City Legion soldiers, Desk, and the few survivors who put up a resistance, forming a thin, pale blue shield that exuded an absolute protective will.

At the same time, like an invisible shackle, it instantly wrapped around the limbs and weapons of all the berserk soldiers, noble privates, and fallen priests who were controlled by the emotion of "pleasure". The water mist did not freeze them, but it made their movements instantly become extremely sluggish and heavy, as if they were sinking into seabed silt that was a thousand times thicker.

The originally fierce battlefield.

Instantly, an eerie silence and stillness descended.

The berserkers still had ferocious expressions and still roared, but their movements were like slow-motion puppets, and the weapons in their hands were as heavy as a thousand pounds, no longer able to pose an effective threat to the enemies who were within arm's reach.

After their initial shock, the soldiers of the Black City Legion immediately found themselves enveloped in a warm, protective blue ice crystal shield. Enemy attacks landing on the shield only caused minor ripples.

"This, this is..." Desk felt the warm protection brought by the thin layer of ice crystals on his body, as well as the familiar aura that was cold and vast but carried a clear will to protect him, transmitted through the ice crystals.

The iron-blooded legion commander suddenly looked up towards the southern sea. Despite the vast distance and the blood mist, he seemed to see that towering figure.

"It's Lord Wolf Rider!" his adjutant exclaimed in disbelief, his voice filled with ecstasy and shock.

Alex's massive dragon wings fluttered slightly, and her molten gold vertical pupils reflected the instantly reversed situation on the battlefield below. She looked at the berserkers who seemed to be trapped in amber, and then at the human warriors who were gently protected by the azure ice crystals. Her massive dragon head slowly turned to the silent giant beside her.

She got it.

Tang Zijun did not directly annihilate those controlled mortals like crushing insects; he simply... with a single thought, built a barrier for those worthy of protection and pressed the pause button on souls that had fallen into madness.

This effortless power, this restraint and protective will that remained even under absolute power, deeply shocked Alex.

Scáthach, the queen of the Land of Shadows, had her crimson eyes pierce through space, taking in the moment when the battlefield froze in mid-air.

Her lips, which had been frozen for millennia, curved upwards in an extremely subtle, gentle arc.

"Rule-level intervention..."

Using water as a medium... to freeze the pollution.

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She looked at Tang Zijun's massive, broken, dark blue figure that exuded an abyss-like aura and murmured to herself.

"This mastery of power, this ability to anchor oneself amidst chaos"—the power of the soul.

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"Tang Zijun..."

"You might actually be able to do something that none of us could back then..."

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