Elven cultivators

Chapter 104 What use is a mere puppet?

Anton's calm words, tinged with a hint of mockery, echoed above the canyon.

Marcus's sinister smile froze, gradually fading as he narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Anton.

"You seem to know a lot about the Blood Burning Law?"

The power of laws is incredibly diverse, as numerous as the stars in the sky.

Apart from a few individuals who specialize in studying laws, very few people can accurately determine the level of a law based solely on its name and a few external signs.

However, Anton was able to state the level of the Blood Burning Law in one breath, and his tone was very confident. He even subtly pointed out that it was a secondary derivative law of the power of fire element.

This cannot be explained simply by having a keen eye.

Scott and Summers also looked surprised.

Anton smiled wryly, having no intention of explaining anything to the enemy.

Players from the previous generation had already compiled information on almost all the laws of the Dawn Continent.

Whether it's the characteristics and abilities of the laws, the superior laws to which they belong, or the secondary laws that can be derived from them, everything is clearly summarized.

It couldn't be more detailed!

It can be said that, apart from the extraordinary existence of Dragon God Aio, Anton believed that no one on the entire Dawn Continent understood the laws better than him.

Seeing that Anton ignored his question, Marcus's gaze suddenly darkened.

"A guy who doesn't even realize he's about to die."

"Even a lower-level law would be more than enough to crush a few ants like you who haven't even awakened the power of laws!"

The moment he finished speaking, Marcus's eyes suddenly blazed with murderous intent, and he darted out, charging fiercely towards the crowd.

Scott and Summers exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, and charged forward.

The two longswords pierced Marcus's throat and chest almost simultaneously, their blades tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Marcus's face flashed with contempt, and he didn't even bother to block, simply urging the red light around him to surge.

hum!

The scorching heat swept outwards like a tidal wave. Scott and Summers felt as if their blood was on fire, surging and boiling. Intense pain surged like a tide, even causing their swordplay to falter and slow down by half a beat.

Marcus seized the opportunity to sweep his longsword horizontally, the blade gleaming with a blinding red light, and slammed it hard into Scott's chest.

Bang!

Scott groaned, and a mist of blood instantly erupted from his body.

That's blood that's evaporated and separated from the body!

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, leaving a crimson trail in the air before crashing heavily into the rubble of the valley, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Scott groaned, his face pale, and struggled to get up, but due to excessive blood loss and the churning of blood in his body, he was unable to muster the strength to fight again for the time being.

Bang!

Summers soon followed in his footsteps.

After crushing the two men with overwhelming force, Marcus continued his advance and turned to attack Anton.

In his view, of the three, Canglan was the most threatening.

It's not that there's a huge difference in strength, but rather that Canglan's attack methods are rather unique.

He doesn't need to get close; he can control that strange silvery-white light to launch an attack simply by standing at a distance.

Moreover, it is extremely fast, agile, and unpredictable, making it impossible to defend against.

Marcus's Blood Burning Law is powerful, but it can only unleash its full potential when he is close to the enemy.

After all, his power of laws has not yet fully manifested, and he cannot yet control it perfectly.

Even so, Marcus didn't take it too seriously.

Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, even the most exquisite techniques are meaningless.

Bazel and Vaughn had already dealt with the Dragonborn cavalry and Greyscale soldiers, but could only stand by and watch, unable to get involved.

Even Scott and Summers were instantly severely injured and forced to leave the field; their presence would only have been a hindrance.

The two quickly went to Scott and Summers, who had fallen to the ground, and helped them up.

"What do we do?" Vaughn's three heads asked in unison.

Summers shook his head, his face grim.

Scott also looked bitter.

Things had progressed to this point, and they were at their wits' end.

Only two people remained facing off on the battlefield.

The silver-white sword light had changed at some point.

The originally sharp, silvery-white light diffused like ink wash, turning into a deep, dark blue.

The sword light was no longer sharp and dazzling, but became soft and dense, like the undercurrents surging in the deep sea, silent yet containing a terrifying power capable of crushing everything.

However, Anton transformed the Primordial True Essence into water, and the sword light also took on the flavor of water-based sword techniques.

The swordplay is fluid and smooth, with moves as unpredictable as flowing water, making it ideal for dealing with secondary laws of fire elemental power, such as the Blood Burning Law.

Every time Marcus tried to approach Anton, he was blocked by the flash of his sword.

The sword light used softness to overcome hardness and borrowed force to strike back, making Marcus feel awkward, as if he couldn't unleash his full strength, and he became more and more irritable as the fight went on.

"You think you can stop me like this?"

Marcus's face was grim, and his vertical pupils surged with murderous intent.

"I'll see how long you can hold out!"

He quickened his attack, wielding his longsword like a storm, each strike forcing the sword light back slightly before advancing a bit further.

Despite Anton constantly changing positions and increasing the distance between them, the distance between them gradually decreased over time.

Summers and his three companions were both surprised and bitter.

They were surprised because they had already overestimated Canglan's strength, but they did not expect that the latter would still far exceed their expectations and be able to withstand the Golden Peak for so long.

For a Gold-ranked individual who hasn't yet awakened the power of laws, this is already quite remarkable.

The bitterness stems from the fact that, even so, the situation continues to tilt in an unfavorable direction.

Once Canglan is brought close by Marcus, the battle will be decided in an instant.

Summers finally lost his temper and said in a deep voice, "Make your move, fight him!"

Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to fight to the death!

Even if the Meteor Dragon Society had no precedent of abandoning their companions, Marcus would never let them leave, not even if they were willing to harden their hearts and run away.

The moment they make a move, Marcus will likely turn around and kill them first.

Scott and his two companions nodded emphatically, ready to fight to the death.

Just as they were about to make their move, Anton suddenly made another move.

He took out a pill and put it in his mouth, feeling the warm medicinal power dissolve in his abdomen and flow into his limbs and bones to replenish his depleted true energy.

Although he knew detailed information about the Blood Burning Law, he had never experienced it firsthand. Now, after a direct confrontation, he has gained a deeper understanding of the characteristics and abilities of this law.

Since that's the case, it's time to get serious.

With a flick of his wrist, five small command flags appeared in his palm, each embroidered with a totem of the Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, and Yellow Dragon.

Five battalion command flags.

A special talisman used to house the five battalions of divine soldiers.

Unlike the Yellow Turban Warriors, who can be sealed in golden beans using special techniques, mid-to-high-level Dao soldiers like the Five Camps Divine Soldiers often have their own unique methods of storage and carrying.

For example, the five divine soldiers are usually stored in the command flag. When it comes to battle, the flag is pulled out and waved, and the corresponding divine soldiers will appear in response, which is very convenient.

Anton held the command flag and waved it casually.

The next instant, dazzling five-colored light burst forth from the flag, spreading like smoke and mist across the land.

Amidst the light, figures leaped out.

As the five-colored light faded, a series of humanoid creatures with different shapes and wearing armor quickly appeared before everyone's eyes.

Azure like a forest, pure white like snow, crimson like fire, jet black like a mountain, golden like the sun.

One hundred and twenty-five elite soldiers from the five battalions stood in the five directions of east, south, west, north, and center, their energy subtly connected, forming a disciplined military formation that completely surrounded Marcus.

For a moment, everyone was stunned by this sudden scene.

"This is... an alchemical golem?"

Vaughn's three heads simultaneously widened their eyes.

Scott and Summers also looked surprised.

Even Marcus was taken aback for a moment, then let out a cold laugh.

"I thought you had some trump card, but it turns out you're just an alchemical puppet."

What's the point of having a lot of alchemical golems?

Can we really expect alchemical golems to deal with him?

Anton ignored Marcus's taunts and calmly waved his command flag.

In an instant, five colors of light—blue, red, yellow, white, and black—sparkled from the five battalions of divine soldiers. At first, they were just scattered specks, like fireflies floating in the night, but in the blink of an eye, they merged into five ribbons of light, slowly flowing through the formation.

The Azure Dragon Soldier of the East radiated a forest of azure light, brimming with vitality and exuding the essence of wood.

The Vermilion Bird soldiers of the South shone with a fiery red light, rising intensely and surging with fiery energy.

The Western White Tiger soldiers shone with a golden white light, sharp and menacing, their golden aura fierce and menacing.

The Northern Black Tortoise soldier radiates a mysterious light like water, deep and serene, with a lingering, watery aura.

The golden light emanating from Huang Longbing in the central camp was like earth, heavy and steady, with a solid earthy aura.

The five colors of light each have their own nature and are not compatible, but under the guidance of the formation, they are connected end to end and linked together.

Wood generates fire, fire generates earth, earth generates metal, metal generates water, and water generates wood.

As the power of mutual generation gradually arises, the five colors of light, which were originally independent, converge like rivers flowing into the sea, forming a long five-colored river that surges and flows within the formation, endlessly regenerating.

With each rotation of the light, it becomes a little brighter.

With each rotation of the five battalions of divine soldiers, their momentum grew stronger.

This bizarre scene not only stunned Scott and his companions, but also set off alarm bells in Marcus's mind.

He swung his sword sharply, deflecting the sword light, and then charged towards Anton.

But as soon as he took two steps, the Azure Dragon soldiers of the East raised their vine shields in unison, and the azure light surged, forming a blue light wall in front of him. It was soft and tough, like an ancient vine, which completely deflected his momentum.

At the same time, the Vermilion Bird soldiers from the south attacked from the flank, their halberds glowing with crimson light, and fiercely thrust towards him.

The Western White Tiger soldiers circled around to his back, their arm blades flashing coldly, blocking his retreat.

The Northern Black Tortoise soldiers raised their tower shields, and the mysterious light spread out like a curtain of water, protecting the entire formation completely.

The Yellow Dragon soldiers in the central camp provided support, their golden light flickering and ready to fill any gaps at any moment.

Each of the five battalions performed its duties, combining offense and defense, and their cooperation was so seamless that they functioned as a single unit.

Every time Marcus tried to break through, the Five Elements Formation neutralized him layer by layer.

Surrounded by the formation, he felt surrounded by five-colored light from all directions, and the world spun around him, making it impossible to distinguish east from west.