Ark Chess Player

The data-driven Spirit Realm still cannot ascertain the Avengers' individual attributes, nor can it gain an intelligence advantage tactically, but there is one thing Lin Lu is certain of.

The opponent was not affected by Mephisto's herding spell. Both his superb swordsmanship and his sharp mind that could quickly assess the situation and change tactics showed that he was quite quick-witted and had his own opinions and judgments.

Without any attribute boosts, the Avengers withstood the bombardment of the Jupiter Cannon with their own strength...

WDNMD, this is the real monster!

"Sha... Sha..."

Heavy breathing came from beneath the Avenger's mask, rugged yet tinged with a hint of joy.

The Avenger stared at Lin Lu, his indistinct words seemingly conveying something, his crimson eyes gleaming.

Mad babbling continued, an indistinguishable mix of hatred and other emotions, which intensified until it manifested as a fierce Originium Arts attack. The Avenger stood amidst the sea of ​​fire, slowly raising his blade. He channeled the surging flames into his katana, drawing upon the surrounding heat to create a blazing white inferno.

With a fierce and sharp blade, his combat instincts kicked in, and his surging fighting spirit shielded him from all pain; in the eyes of the Avenger, there was only Lin Lu.

"So you're the one calling yourself the Avenger?"

Lin Lu raised an eyebrow, then pulled a card from the class card box and pointed it directly at Red Blade Bro.

"This card will do the trick against you."

Lin Lu tossed the class card into the central card slot of the Ark Driver, placed his hands on the side handles, and pushed it forward with a crossover motion.

"Guard"

The Ark Driver emitted a clear sound, and the sniper icon on the central core was transformed into the Guardian class symbol, shimmering with bright light.

However, another anomaly occurred.

Lin Lu had originally planned to transform into the Sarkaz warrior Flamebringer to show his opponent what a real Red Blade Bro was! But the Ark Driver seemed to have imported past data again. The Guardian class emblem was now tinged with flames, black flames coiling around the Ark Driver.

The dragon-shaped flame totem leaped high, then descended amidst the turmoil, engulfing Lin Lü in flames.

"Avenger"

Burning, burning, everything is burning and collapsing.

The smell of burning flesh and blood, the horrifying screams, and the excruciating pain in the internal organs with every breath.

Lin Lu felt as if he were in a sea of ​​fire. He heard countless cheers, insults, and applause.

Both hands and heart were covered with a cold touch, and even the flames seemed to have lost their warmth.

Deceived, betrayed, and exploited, all the resentment, regret, and anger filled Lin Lu's chest to the brim.

"Hahahahaha!!"

A distorted smile appeared on Lin Lu's face, and his laughter grew even more hearty, as melodious as silver bells.

This flame is both a graveyard and a cradle.

"Servant"

Hellish flames painted the sky with strange phenomena; the dark clouds lingering in the night sky took on a somber orange-red hue, as if lightning were dancing among them. Crimson clouds should appear at sunrise or sunset, but now, in the dead of night, those unaware of the danger might mistake them for ominous clouds, filled with terror. It seemed as if something terrible was about to happen, causing a chilling unease and an involuntary sense of dread. The people of Yan believed this: unusual celestial phenomena must indicate something beyond the laws of nature.

Beneath the rosy clouds, on the desolate plain.

Lin Lu's figure appeared in the firelight, and the flames surrounding him quietly condensed into an unclean flag. The flagpole was three meters high, and the two-and-a-half-meter-wide flag fluttered in the wind, displaying the emblem of the Dragon Witch.

Lin Lu extended his left hand, black thorns wrapped around the hilt of the sword, and he grasped the evil-looking demonic sword in his hand, swiftly unleashing a sharp blade of light.

The blazing katana and longsword intertwined, their flames maintaining a constant balance, neither giving way to the other.

"Let me show you what I hate and what I resent!"

Lin Lu let out a wild, arrogant laugh. The biting heat ruffled his long, silver-gray hair, and his sinister golden eyes reflected the avenger's figure. His jet-black armor radiated a chilling, fiery aura, and his chain-bound black cloak fluttered in the wind like the tip of a flame.

The cobalt blue patterns on the Ark Driver glowed red, and a clear mechanical female voice announced the arrival of the Spirit Origin.

"Joan of Arc Alter".

Chapter 183 Roar! My Wrath!

Mania, riot, catharsis, pleasure.

Lin Lu holds a sword in his left hand and a flag in his right, making him capable of both offense and defense.

Even so, Lin Lu realized he had underestimated the Avenger. Even with his A-rank Strength and Agility, he still couldn't gain the upper hand. Rather, it was as if the opponent was a madman; the more injuries he sustained, the more ferocious his aggression became.

"This is really... persistent!"

The demonic sword and katana left black and white trails in the air, the blazing white flames and the chilling black flames constantly intertwining. The black armor was slashed open by the Avenger, the chain-bound cloak was torn apart, and Lin Lu roared as he pierced the Avenger's shoulder with the flag in his right hand, pushing it deep backward.

Blood spurted from Lin Lu and the Avenger's wounds simultaneously, instantly turning into plumes of blood mist that steamed on the scorching battlefield.

The battlefield where the two fought was devoid of life; even the weeds growing in the cracks of the rocks had been burned to ashes by the destructive shockwaves. The constantly erupting flames scorched the surrounding area into a deathly wasteland, the smell of burning filling the nostrils and the taste of rust filling the mouth.

Lin Lu couldn't even spare the attention to think about the state of the defenses, nor could he give instructions on the killer's next target.

The Spirit Realm operates at overclocked speed, updating data in milliseconds; otherwise, it cannot keep up with the opponent's actions.

Lin Lu had to admit that the Avenger was truly a rare swordsman in the world.

As their injuries worsened, Lin Lu, whose durability was only C, gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, while Red Blade Bro became stronger and stronger with each battle.

The unique Originium Arts allowed the Avenger to exchange his life for power. Immersed in swordsmanship and death battles, he cared nothing for his own life.

The Avenger's heart is filled with nothing but swordsmanship and victory. He nourishes himself with the blood of the strong, sustenance from triumphs in battle, and strength from the lives of his adversaries. He joined the Reunion Movement for only one reason: he needed a war, a war that could fulfill his desires.

The day when all things come to an end will be the day of the ruler.

Those who are engulfed in flames and consumed by lust, and who attempt to extinguish their anger, will inevitably be consumed by the fire.

The Avenger suddenly tilted his head back, and the blood-stained blade ignited the blazing white flames with a red glow. The katana whistled as it swung up, and the sound of armor shattering was clear and loud.

Enraged, he wielded a heavy blade.

Lin Lu had no choice but to retreat, placing the black flag in front of him and breathing heavily.

Large splatter of blood stained the scorched ground with a new color, but the bloodstains quickly evaporated under the high temperature, turning into a faint red mist.

Lin Lucan's golden eyes betrayed his exhaustion; he was wounded, a gruesome gash on his abdomen. His black armor shattered, his purple evening gown torn, exposing large patches of his snow-white skin. Murky blood stained his pristine white skin, a poignant sight.

The Avenger was also badly injured; his muscles and shoulder blades were pierced by the sharp spearhead of the flag.

His blood soaked the white chessboard, staining the Dragon Witch's emblem with a blood-red plating.

The two were nearly ten meters apart, and this was the first time they had taken a break to catch their breath during the ten minutes of intense fighting.

The sound of burning flames echoed continuously, neither side showing any sign of extinguishing their fire. Black and red flames divided the ground into two distinct areas. The flames burned, and the air crackled with explosions, the infernos devouring the thin air, neither side showing any intention of yielding.

Lin Lu slowly straightened his back, holding the Banner of Curses in front of him, his dark golden eyes staring straight ahead.

Jeanne Alter, Lin Lu has no memory of the past, but he can sense Jeanne Alter's rage, a rage that wishes to ignite the sky and the earth. It is a rage that fuels his anger towards those who claim to be righteous and those who have no doubt about it, and it drives him to act against them.

Clearly, Jeanne Alter is different from the Rhodes Island operators, and even different from M4a1.

Rules that don't belong to this world are presented once again.

The cursed banner held by Joan of Arc, who descended to earth as the Dragon Witch.

In the name of the Avengers, they magically transform and burn the resentment around them.

The opponent's wickedness, corruption, and self-righteousness will be thoroughly exposed.

"All evil has gathered here; the time for revenge has come!"

Lin Lu shouted loudly, his twisted malice almost enveloping his entire body in a sinister purple aura.

This is a battlefield, and the resentment of the Reunion Movement has become nourishment for Lin Lu.

Although his injuries could not be healed, at least he had the strength to strike again.

Even so, the Avenger showed no intention of stopping the war. He calmly waited for Lin Lu to transform his evil thoughts into a blazing magic.

The Avengers had only one thought.

Defeat a powerful enemy, or be defeated by a powerful enemy.

The raging fire surged up again, and Lin Lu raised the banner of curses, laughing wildly.

"Come on, roar in hell."

"For the joy of birth, for the hatred of birth, for the despair of birth."

"This is the roar of my soul, tormented by hatred! Roar fiercely, my wrath!!"

The Rose Demon Sword was raised high and then brought down heavily. Lin Lu felt an immense surge of power rising and erupting within his body.

This transcends the realm of Originium Arts, possessing a power beyond human comprehension, transforming the judgment of fate into an inextinguishable flame. This is a Noble Phantasm, a symbol of Heroic Spirits, proof of the sublimation of heroic deeds and legends.

The desolate land was engulfed and spread by waves of flame, the world-destroying fire sweeping over and consuming the Avenger, instantly turning his clothes into charred remains. A jet-black spear materialized out of thin air, piercing the Avenger's chest and sending him flying high into the air. Then came a second, a third, until five jet-black spears completely pierced his chest!

The gun barrel pierced through the Avenger's back, but there was no blood; it seemed all the blood had evaporated.

The will of death descended, and the Avenger's body was charred in the flames, with dust constantly falling.

Even so, the Avengers showed no signs of falling!

The Avenger stood firm, his charred left hand gripping the butt of the gun tightly, struggling to pull it out.

The spear, as if imbued with life, writhed within the Avenger's body, unleashing pain within him.

This is not the power of Terra, nor is it Originium Arts; it is a legend from another world. A hero who liberated Orleans during the Hundred Years' War, a Catholic saint, yet he was deceived, betrayed by those he once trusted, and ultimately executed in public.

The most devout believers, unable to hear the Lord's voice during their execution by burning, were filled with utter despair.

The more a saint once believed in the gods, the more they now hate them.

This furious roar is so powerful that even the gods cannot stop it!

Finally, the Avengers let out a helpless sigh.

The Avengers, exhausted, chose to give up.

He abandoned the idea of ​​drawing the black gun.

The Avenger slowly raised his head, his mask long since burned to ashes, revealing a charred face. His features were unrecognizable, yet he was smiling. Cracks spread across his carbonized face, making it resemble a bitten avocado.

The Avenger gave up the idea of ​​survival, but he did not give up his obsession with victory.

All the blood and life lost were exchanged for the power to achieve victory, and the forbidden Originium Arts were unleashed in full force.

The katana was eroded and melted by the raging fire, and the charred molten iron dripped onto the ground, while the crimson flames maintained the outline of the slender blade.