Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 389 Fierce Battle

call!

A short, sharp whooshing sound rang out.

Grosser's exaggerated greatsword, which seemed to be bathed in the morning light, left a silvery mark in the cold air before landing on Julian's neck.

Click!

As if a thick layer of ice were being sliced ​​open, a deep, whitish scratch appeared on Yurisana's dreamlike scales, which shimmered with a translucent light.

A wisp of icy blue seeped from the scratch, instantly condensing into a layer of translucent ice crystals.

roar~

Amidst the excruciating pain, Yulisian, who was half-asleep, instantly regained consciousness. His deep blue eyes were fixed on Grosser, and the fear brought by the dragon's might vanished, replaced by an almost tangible rage and savagery.

It almost instinctively opened its mouth to exhale, but then suddenly froze the next second, forgetting what it wanted to do.

At the same time, in front of the cave covered by thick ice, a young nobleman dressed in strange, asymmetrical clothing suddenly spat out a mouthful of saliva.

Pah!

He stole the idea that the dragon Yurisian wanted to breathe dragon breath.

Having failed to expel its breath, Yurisian flapped its wings, as if preparing to take flight.

Almost simultaneously, the fully armored knight thrust forward his right palm, uttering a low murmur in ancient Hermes: "Flying is prohibited here!"

Suddenly, it was as if several thousand or even hundreds of times its own weight had been attached to Yulisian's wings, making flapping extremely difficult.

Seeing this, Cyril clenched his right fist, exuding an indescribable air of authority, and said in a low voice, "Imprisonment!"

Layer upon layer of transparent walls appeared out of thin air, pressing down on Yurisian's head and confining its body to the spot.

On the other side, the dark gold scale-like patterns on the glove Klein was wearing on his right hand transformed into a layer of brilliant sunlight.

He then leaned back, spreading his arms as if embracing the sun.

A magnificent and pure beam of blazing light descended from the sky and fell upon Yulisian, but due to the frost dragon's enormous body, the summoned "holy light" only covered a small portion of his body.

Under the brilliant, intense golden light, the frost covering Yurisian's body showed signs of melting.

Immediately, a sound wave filled with anger, as if it could tear eardrums, rang out, causing everyone to pause briefly.

Beside Cyril, Danitz, who was maintaining a series of fire crows to disperse the wind and snow, squatted down with his hands covering his head.

The flaming crows that had been radiating warmth quickly dissipated, and a biting wind suddenly lashed against him, causing Cyril to shiver involuntarily.

He glanced at Danitz, who was crouching on the ground with his head in his hands in fright, and a phantom book appeared in his eyes, which he flipped through rapidly.

After calming Danitz down with appeasement, he quickly said, "Keep setting fires."

"...Okay." Danitz swallowed back the words of thanks that were on the tip of his tongue, nodded speechlessly, and then re-condensed the fire crows.

On the other side, the frost dragon, which was forbidden from flying, finally managed to flap its wings with difficulty.

With a whoosh, the snow and frost around it were all thrown up and scattered into the air, even the huge Grosser was blown away.

Whoosh!

The illusory shattering sounds rang out one after another as the transparent walls that restricted the frost dragon's movements crumbled layer by layer.

Just then, the knight wielding the straight sword suddenly became extremely solemn, and he murmured in ancient Hermes once more: "Those who disobey shall be punished!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he sprang up and rushed out even faster than the frost dragon Yurisian.

In mid-air, the iron-black straight sword he wielded struck the neck of Julisian, the spot where Grosser had already slashed once, with an unerring accuracy.

Ding!

The ice crystals covering the white mark shattered again, and specks of dark blue stained the straight sword.

The frigid ice rapidly spread across the straight sword, ascending along the blade, quickly engulfing the hilt, covering the knight's hands as he gripped the sword, and continuing to spread.

Yulisian's cruel and tyrannical blue eyes fixed on the "Punishment Knight" who had nowhere to hide in mid-air.

The next second, Cyrion's figure "twisted" into view beside the Frost Dragon.

He leaned forward, clenched his left fist, his muscles bulged, and swung his arm forward with a sudden movement.

His body merged with some strange power, and he crashed into the frost dragon's membrane-covered wings, leaving a trail of afterimages.

Affected by the strengthening brought about by Yurisian's violation of his own rules, and the twisted enhancement of the black and gold pocket watch on his wrist, his fist struck Yurisian's membrane-covered wings in an irresistible and unavoidable manner.

Click!

Fine cracks appeared on Yurisian's membrane-covered wings, spreading out like a spider web from the spot where his fist had struck.

Those enormous, exaggerated wings suddenly became powerless, as if they had been shattered, but remained stuck together, like bulletproof glass that hadn't completely broken.

After completing the attack, Cyril's figure instantly "flashed" away from the spot.

On the ground, golden light appeared in the eyes of the ascetic dressed in an extremely simple white robe, growing purer and purer, and finally evolving into a stamp-like projection.

"God said, it works!"

Click!

Several icy blue fragments fell from the wings of the Frost Dragon.

Almost simultaneously, a bolt of silver lightning appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around the arrow that the elf had shot out.

The arrow that pierced the air turned silvery-white in an instant, as if it came from Thor. It flew past the knight who was still in mid-air with an unavoidable speed, pierced the frost dragon's cracked wings, and left a hole the size of a basin.

Amidst the crackling of electricity, more icy blue fragments fell from the wings of the Frost Dragon.

In mid-air, the frost dragon's massive body instantly lost its balance. Its claws, which were originally aimed at the knight Longzel, veered off course and struck the air instead, while its body spun and slid downwards.

In mid-air, the frost dragon, its wings pierced and its flight no longer smooth, suddenly folded its wings and swooped down.

Its body was like a high-speed steam train, crashing into the elf Shatas who had just fired the arrow with unstoppable force.

On those scales that shimmered with a translucent light, frost rapidly condensed, growing into sharp, slender ice spikes.

Between the swooping frost dragon and the elf Shatas, the giant Grosser suddenly intervened, kneeling on one knee and plunging his massive sword, as wide as a door panel, into the ground.

A dawn-like light suddenly shone on his body and straight sword, erecting an unbreakable high wall in front of him.

Boom!

The collision between the Frost Dragon and Grosser was like a terrible explosion, shattering all the surrounding snow and ice and pushing them outwards, triggering a small avalanche.

Above the cliff where the cave was located, Sirion's figure suddenly disappeared, moving swiftly through the sudden surge of white waves, carrying those who couldn't escape to the top of the cliff.

The next second, Grosser, who was in a defensive stance, was knocked away by the swooping frost dragon and crashed into the cliff behind him with a bang.

The cliff shook violently from his impact, and the snow and ice above it cracked and slid down.

Just as Cyril was about to teleport, he saw Klein crouch down and place his hand on the cracked ice.

The "wriggling hunger" he wore turned an unnatural pale white, then frost condensed, and a cold, transparent layer of ice spread rapidly, stabilizing the crumbling ice layer once again.

Below the cliff, the frost dragon Yurisian did not retreat an inch, but simply remained in place.

It flicked its tail, leaned forward, and aimed its open mouth at the elf Shatas, who was drawing her bow and nocking an arrow.

"Shyatas!"

Above the cliff, the young nobleman who noticed this scene suddenly looked terrified.

He instinctively reached out his right hand, wanting to steal Yurisian's thought of exhaling, but the distance between them was already beyond the range of "stealing".

The next second, Cyril flashed to Shatas's side, put his hand on her shoulder, and then flashed back to the top of the cliff with her.

At the same time, large swaths of icy blue flames spewed from Yurisian's mouth, transforming into a dazzling and dreamlike "wave" that instantly engulfed the spot where Shatas had just stood.

Where the icy blue flames streaked, ice crystals spread continuously, even freezing the void.

Below the cliff, Grosser, who had just propped himself up, only had time to raise his sword to parry before he was engulfed by icy blue flames and sealed within a dreamlike, frigid ice crystal.

Above the cliff, Xia Tas and the others who witnessed this scene instantly became furious.

Knight Longzel leaped off the cliff, raising his hand mid-air and pushing forward: "Imprisonment!"

Large swathes of flowing, extremely viscous, transparent liquid suddenly surged out of nowhere, enveloping the frost dragon Yurisian from all directions, as if forming a giant amber, freezing it in place.

The ascetic Snowman gazed at the layer of transparent amber and murmured in ancient Hermetic, "God says: It works!"

Sunlight seemed to pass through the solidified transparent amber of Yurisian, and the cracks that had just been caused by the impact disappeared instantly.

At the same time, Shatas's body was swept up by the swirling wind, her hair unruly, each strand distinct, crackling with electricity.

After she nocked the arrow and drew the bowstring, the sky above her head suddenly darkened, as if dark clouds were gathering and lightning was flashing.

The ascetic Snowman turned to Shatas and spoke again: "God said: It works!"

With a sizzle, the electricity wrapped around Shatas's hair suddenly became much brighter and continued to surge down, wrapping around the long arrow.

Her guard was immediately released, and the arrow shot out instantly.

Boom!

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and a thick bolt of lightning was about to strike, landing on the long arrow.

The arrow, already crackling with lightning, turned completely silver-white, leaving a trail of silver in the air before striking Yorisan precisely on the forehead.

Yurisian, who had just smashed through the surrounding transparent "amber," immediately let out a shrill scream.

The scales on its forehead, which shimmered with a dreamlike glow, cracked open, and more than half of the arrows shot by Shatas pierced into the flesh of its forehead. Silvery electricity spread out and surged in all directions, and even the massive body of the frost dragon could not avoid being paralyzed.

Edwina took out a book she always carried with her, opened it, decisively tore out a page, and threw it away, while muttering a dragon language word: "Dragon's Might!"

The paper Edwina threw disappeared in the gray flames, and an indescribable will suddenly appeared in the howling cold wind around them, mixed with a violent roar.

As the wind whistled through the air, fear resurfaced in Yurisian's deep blue eyes, which were filled with tyranny and madness.

At the same time, a phantom book was reflected in Sirion's eyes, which were rapidly turning the pages.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

Pure blue flames gathered in his hand, continuously compressed, and finally condensed into a long spear of flames that was blue with a hint of white.

Below the cliff, a crimson flame suddenly appeared, then expanded and exploded, and Klein's figure leaped out from it.

He looked at Grosser, who was frozen in ice, and his right glove was immediately covered with a layer of golden sunlight.

Then a magnificent and pure beam of blazing light descended from the sky, enveloping the ice crystals that emitted a chilling aura.

The ice crystals, reflecting a dazzling light, began to melt, making a crackling sound.

Immediately afterwards, a dawn-like light burst forth from within the ice crystal, instantly forming a violent and sharp hurricane that sliced ​​the ice crystal into fragments, which then melted completely under the blend of silver and gold light.

Having broken free from the ice crystals, Grosser nodded slightly to Klein, then stepped forward to block his path.

The next second, a violent explosion rang out, and a mushroom cloud-shaped crimson flame burst forth where Yulisian stood, with a powerful shockwave accompanied by scorching heat and billowing white mist sweeping over.

A transparent wall, formed by the morning light, silently took shape, isolating the swirling waves of high-temperature air.

Klein raised his hand and touched his face, which was so cold it was stiff, and suddenly felt that the surroundings were much warmer.

"Give it to Grosser!"

"No attack can get past me and harm my comrades!"

Klein nodded silently... The giants weren't as cruel and tyrannical as the legends portrayed them to be.

Whether it's Silver City or the vampires, much information cannot be completely trusted; the subjective biases of those book authors are far too strong.

Lost in thought, he took a few steps back, intending to find an opportunity to hide in Grosser's camp and then go above the gray fog to end the battle with the Scepter of the Sea God.

...Now that I have so many teammates, my attack, defense, roaming, and support abilities are not outstanding among them, so even if I withdraw from the battlefield, it won't have much impact on the battle.

On the contrary, I can offer more help above the gray fog.

As for the sudden lightning storm... well, with Cyril as the "recorder," we can just blame it on him; it's not like he hasn't recorded it before.

As for why the recurring "lightning storm" is so powerful, that is, of course, a secret of our "Record Officer".

With that thought in mind, he didn't hesitate any longer. He glanced at Grosser blocking his way, then turned and rushed into the dark cave.

After finding a safe place to sit down, he began to chant his own name and respond to himself.

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