The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

All of this was not unexpected for Wiener.

During the qualifying rounds, that armor could still be nourished by feeding on the flesh and blood and resentment of others.

However, as the number of players in the arena gradually decreases and the time interval between two adjacent matches becomes longer and longer, the cursed armor, which has been fed to its full capacity, will not receive replenishment from the outside world, and the host will have to bear the entire burden.

Rather than saying that Sigurd is using this cursed armor, it would be more accurate to say that the armor is piloting Sigurd to obtain flesh and blood for itself.

"Game start!"

As soon as Jessica made the announcement, Sigurd roared and charged forward.

The spear, gleaming with a chilling light, hurtled through the whistling wind and aimed directly at Vina's vitals.

As Viner shifted to the side, Sigurd swung his spear in a reverse twist, but only managed to hit a phantom.

Having dodged the fierce attack with the help of the Mirror Flower Water Moon technique, Vena flicked her wrist, and Mimi Kirimaru transformed into a silver lightning bolt, piercing straight for Sigurd's face.

Faced with this seemingly sure-fire attack, Sigurd suddenly emitted a thick plume of black smoke, which formed a mask on his face.

With a single strike, Venerer slammed his sword into Sigurd's faceplate. The immense force transmitted along the blade sent Sigurd's head flying backward, but his body then delivered a sweeping blow in an extremely bizarre and unorthodox manner.

Even with the cover of the illusory image, Venere had no choice but to retreat after being shot.

"What a scoundrel," Viner cursed under his breath.

He had always relied on his thief's armor to leave others helpless, but now the retribution had come upon him.

The Mimi Kirimaru was not a weapon specifically designed to break through armor. Faced with this cursed armor that was armed to the teeth, even if Vena wanted to finish the battle quickly, it would be difficult to achieve it.

"I need to disable his weapons first," Viner thought to himself.

Unless he abandons his attack and focuses solely on dodging, the range of that spear will always be a threat to him, given that Sigurd can disregard defense entirely.

Compared to the Cursed Armor, the spear in Sigurd's hand was several levels lower in quality.

In addition, Sigurd's consciousness was weak at this moment. Although he could use his muscle memory to perform gun skills, he had little awareness to protect his weapon.

Weina was confident that he could cripple the spear in his hand with Mimi-kiri within ten moves.

Without even needing to launch an attack, Sigurd, having regained his footing, charged at Vina once more.

His spear attacks grew increasingly fierce, as if he wanted to unleash all his anger and power on Vina.

This time, however, Wiener did not rush to get close. Instead, he stayed outside of Sigurd's gun encirclement, occasionally attacking Sigurd's gun with the Mimi-kiri in his hand.

"Ah ah!"

In an attempt to catch up with Vena's movements, Sigurd swung his spear with wide, sweeping motions, but Vena always managed to dodge skillfully at the last moment, causing Sigurd's attacks to repeatedly miss.

Enraged by his repeated setbacks, Sigurd leaped up like a roc spreading its wings, his hands sliding to the butt of his spear, and with thunderous force, he slashed down at the ground.

This blow was so powerful that even the floor tiles of the arena could not withstand it and cracked instantly.

The shattered stones shot out in all directions like arrows, and even Sigurd, who was wearing armor, heard a series of cracking sounds as they struck him.

In contrast, Venus, who was not wearing armor, was in a more difficult situation.

"Seamless" is ultimately just an adjective.

Even though he tried his best to defend with his sword, he could not completely avoid it.

An inconspicuous pebble slipped through the gap in his sword swing, silently leaving a bloody mark on his skin, a fleeting crimson hue spreading through the air.

It was this faint smell of blood that Sigurd's keen senses caught, and the gunshot followed closely behind.

The spears and swords clashed, their sounds ringing out.

With a sharp "crack," the spear in Sigurd's hand broke into several pieces before it could withstand the weight.

Without his weapon, Sigurd did not hesitate for a moment. Instead, he charged at Vina like a wild horse, his momentum undiminished.

Wiener then raised his foot and kicked Sigurd precisely in the chest. Using the recoil, he executed a nimble backflip, instantly widening the distance between himself and Sigurd.

Then, as if unaware of Vener's location, Sigurd threw a punch to the left and a whip kick to the right, all of which landed on thin air around him.

Wiener was secretly alarmed.

If he hadn't realized his weakness in time and used the Mirror Flower Water Moon technique to mimic the scents near Siget, he might have been caught off guard by this sudden attack.

Chapter 300 Armor of Calamity

Wiener gasped for breath, racing against time to regulate his erratic breathing.

Although he had destroyed Sigurd's weapons, this only limited the opponent's means of attack.

The real challenge lies in getting Sigurd out of that turtle shell.

From the perspective of normal ring combat, the side whose weapon is destroyed first will not be blamed even if they admit defeat.

But Sigurd clearly had no intention of backing down.

After wildly swinging his fists in the air for a while, he finally realized that he had once again been tricked by the illusion woven by Vener.

In his rage, Sigurd's aura underwent another transformation, and his entire armor changed as this aura intensified.

The facial armor, which originally had ventilation holes for the eyes and nose, was now completely sealed off. In its place was a blood jade the size of a lead ball, which shimmered with an eerie light.

Apart from that, the shape of the armor no longer resembles the Thief's Blade Armor.

The shoulder armor protruded outwards like the sharp fangs of a wild beast, and even the wrist guards were covered with sharp claws. The entire suit of armor seemed to have become a killing machine that brought disaster, exuding a chilling aura.

"It's not over, is it?"

Vener should have been alerted the moment she witnessed the cursed armor conjure a mask out of thin air.

The previous appearance, resembling a thief's sword armor, was merely influenced by the last vestige of obsession deep within Sigurd's heart.

The hideous appearance it displays now is the true face of the "Armor of Calamity".

From this moment on, Vener's opponent has changed from Sigurd to the "Armor of Calamity" itself.

A murderous intent, like a resentment crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, enveloped the entire arena.

If it weren't for the additional protective barrier outside the arena, even the nearby audience seats would probably not have been spared.

Once possessed by the consciousness of the Armor of Calamity, Sigurd unconsciously unleashed the power of "momentum".

Fortunately, Vena had already sensed the murderous aura released by Tissa and had gained some patience.

Furthermore, the killing intent emanating from this Armor of Calamity was far less intense than that wielded by Tilisa, allowing him to barely remain unaffected by this resentment through the Mirror Flower Water Moon state.

Sigurd stretched out his hand, and a layer of blood mist burst forth from his body, mixing with the black mist emanating from the armor itself, condensing into a terrifying red giant sword.

If Vena had known earlier that this cursed equipment had a "second stage," she would have left Sigurd to Felix to deal with.

If they waited for Lisette to advance before pulling this stunt, wouldn't they be putting themselves in a difficult position with no way out?

With a sweep of his sword, Vena instantly entered the state of a slashing demon.

The sudden surge in power was so great that even a mirage could not conceal it, but it also truly brought the two of them back to the same starting line.

The two figures simultaneously turned into afterimages and engaged in a fierce battle.

Whether it's Sigurd, who has transformed to a height of three meters, being able to keep up with the speed of Vena's afterimage, or Vena being able to parry the giant blade swung by Sigurd with her katana, it all seems somewhat unbelievable.

"It seems promising." With a single swing of her sword, Mimi Kirimaru easily left a gash on the giant red blade.

Although it was repaired by the black mist emanating from the Armor of Calamity in just a moment, it also shows that Mimi Kirimaru was playing a restraining role.

After Sigurd transformed into this ominous form, although it brought an amplification no less than that of the One-Sword Asura, it also propelled him a step closer to the inhuman realm.

At least in Mimi-kiri's view, the opponent before him was no longer a human clad in armor, but a demon that devoured people at will.

"Qiang!" "Qiang!" "Qiang!"

The two exchanged blows, their swords flashing with silver and blood-red light.

The more they fought, the more certain Viner became that the consciousness currently controlling Sigurd's body was not his own.

At least this sword technique was not one he possessed.

Viner fought and retreated, silently calculating the remaining time of his One-Sword Asura attack.

Meanwhile, the Blood Blade in Sigurd's hand was healing at an increasingly slower rate.

The outcome could be decided at any moment.

"Shh!"

In the midst of the fierce battle, Vena's aura plummeted instantly, and she succumbed to her injuries even before Sigurd.

Sigurd chased after the figure he had cleaved away with his sword, seemingly intending to execute him on the spot.

"boom!"

The giant sword fell suddenly, and instead of leaving Venerable with any chance of survival, it miraculously transformed into a wisp of dark black flame.

Immediately afterwards, a long and majestic dragon roar resounded behind Sigurd.

"Ouch!!!!"

The blood-stained blade in Sigurd's hand shattered in that instant, and the intense mental shock caused him to let out a painful roar, as if his soul was being subjected to endless torment.

Vena's figure solidified once more, now not only gripping the sharp Mimi-kiri in her hand, but also wielding the Dark Dragon Soaring, which radiated a clean, pure light.

He ended One-Sword Asura early in order to maximize the illusionary effect of Mirror Flower Water Moon.

Sigurd, who was locked in a stalemate for a long time, used most of his strength to restore his Blood Blade and armor, and was thus deceived by Vener.

The blood jade on Sigurd's head always seemed to be a light bulb, making its presence obvious, and Vena had long disliked it.

Now that they had finally seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, they swung their two swords simultaneously, like lightning slicing through the night sky, striking the scarlet blood jade almost at the same time.

"Snapped!"

Unlike the indestructible state of the other parts, the blood jade shattered into pieces like fragile glass after being struck by Vena's thunderous attack, turning into specks of light and dust.

Then, the armor on Sigurd's body, which had once protected him from countless attacks and curses, transformed into streaks of light and rushed toward Vina, as if eagerly searching for the next host that could bear their power.

......

"Give it to me! Offer me your body and flesh!"

A consciousness carrying endless resentment and panic stormed into Venus's mental space with the most ruthless attitude.

The purpose of His existence is to bring endless calamities to the world.

If it hadn't been deprived of sufficient blood and flesh nourishment after waking up, and hadn't even drained the host's body to the point of being withered and bloodless, it would never have been defeated so easily.

However, all of that in the past is no longer important at this moment.

Because He is about to receive a completely new physical body.

The strong cannot refuse power, and the weak cannot resist power.

No one can refuse "He".

The one who defeats "He" will eventually become the next "He," and so on, until the end of all things.

That's what He thought.

Until He saw a wooden knife, getting closer and closer to Him.

Kind of funny.

He thought to himself.

Even jewelry specially designed to reinforce mental protection cannot resist its corrosive influence.

What can a wooden knife do?

Just as He was holding such a thought, Vener's figure quietly appeared behind the wooden sword.

He gripped the King's Saw and with a gentle swing, the black mist formed from the consciousness of the Armor of Calamity vanished without a trace in an instant.

"You son of a bitch, you actually dared to come in?"

Chapter 301 Viner's Halftime Champagne