In front of Wandering Child and behind the dark-skinned Count Urie, a huge curtain with a white background and gold patterns appeared at the same time. It was constructed in the blink of an eye.
It resembled two huge standing mirrors.
That was the spell [Mirror Manifestation] that Wandering Child just saw.
Because the space they had available was limited, even when creating a high-speed train, there was far from enough space to accommodate it… let alone enough space to accelerate it to the point of breaking the sound barrier.
A blow capable of breaking the city wall could only leave a crack on it.
To break the shield, one would need a greater force of impact.
Time was running out. Wandering Child immediately thought of a high-speed rail. Because he had just gotten off the high-speed train yesterday, he had already imagined “what would happen if I were hit by this thing” while waiting for it at the station.
In Count Urie’s perspective, the mirror in front of him sent out a metal serpent, about two or three people tall and of unknown length. It grew its size swiftly, roaring as it burst out of the mirror!
Count Urie was immediately frightened.
At that moment, he saw that the monster had numerous patterns on both sides. Its sharp, snake-like head had two huge, dazzling eyes.
It flew like a bolt of lightning, faster, fiercer, and heavier than any cavalry charge he had ever witnessed!
The weapons created by the count flew at a speed he had personally witnessed—he at least needed to acknowledge this power and believe in its existence to conjure them with his magical abilities.
It wasn’t just a matter of manipulating numbers. From the outset, there was a flying sword traveling at three times the speed of sound… If one had never witnessed the moment of breaking the sound barrier, even with magical abilities, they wouldn’t be able to create such a thing.
In other words, this person must have seen this terrifying monster with his own eyes!
Count Urie couldn’t even dodge it — the massive monster that emerged about ten meters in front of him was already charging at full speed before it even appeared. His mind was utterly shaken by it.
The moment it appeared, it let out a heart-shaking roar, and the ground trembled thunderously—it smashed through the still-forming steel wall, along with the eggshell-like structure beside the dark-skinned, muscular man!
No one would think this was a mechanical creation… because to create precise machinery with magical abilities, one must know the internal structure and principles. The role of magical abilities was merely to substitute for the materials and the process of manufacture.
Moreover, the Child didn’t look very smart. He didn’t look like the Wise who could invent such a thing.
However, Wandering Child didn’t actually create a real high-speed train. He had no idea about the components inside. In the end, as long as the train could move, it was sufficient. After all, the Child only planned to use it one time.
Essentially, it was just a massive solid iron batting ram whose speed was far slower than that of a bullet.
After all, the Child was not familiar with missiles or sniper rifles. He could create handguns or crossbows… but it wouldn’t make much sense.
The effect of the force field shield was to ignore single instances of damage below a certain threshold. It might not be effectively stronger against shield-breaking attacks… In other words, it couldn’t guard against Suuankou’s attack.
The moment the force field shield around him shattered, Count Urie was sent flying — like a baseball hit with full force. He whizzed toward the side of the barrier, rebounding off it with his body, then collided with the side of the unmanned high-speed train, and was once again sent flying out.
However, the dark-skinned Count Urie’s body was not completely destroyed yet — he used his last consciousness to strengthen his body with curse energy.
However, he only had time to strengthen it for a moment, and he was already knocked away. The container containing curse energy he was carrying behind him was shattered immediately — and his whole body was bruised and bloody.
Zorgen was also startled by Wandering Child’s attack.
However, he was not unaccustomed to demons of this magnitude—he quickly reacted, rushing to the side of Count Urie, who had not yet regained consciousness and was frozen into ice by Annan. With one hammer blow, he smashed Count Urie into pieces.
Now, there was only the last “Urie” clone left.
Wandering Child took a deep breath and unplugged the second safety valve.
Two-thirds of the curse energy he carried on his back was depleted, and it had returned to an inert state again. However, after being activated by the sacred bone extract, it became active again.
The curse energy is almost running out already? What should I build this time?
The Child pondered in his mind.
The Child felt a tinge of regret—he had indeed created that train instinctively just now, resulting in an excessive waste of curse energy. Otherwise, he should have created a plane loaded with explosives… and then flown it directly at the target.
I wonder if the remaining curse energy is enough.
The only surviving Count Urie didn’t hesitate.
He instantly flew up—soaring more than 60 meters into the air, turning into a mere black dot. It wasn’t wings that lifted him, but rather he was standing atop a gigantic Skeleton Crow.
Count Urie first strengthened the force field wall around him — a spherical one, a cube-like one, and another spherical one.
A large number of “living creatures” began to appear around him.
Count Urie certainly wasn’t stupid enough to create the Frost Beast.
He made ghosts instead.
These semi-transparent spirits would inflict negative energy damage upon contact. They could also cause uncontrollable shivering—one moment of distraction would allow Count Urie’s attack to hit Annan’s party.
However, after Annan saw this familiar scene, he was stunned.
Ghosts?
Those are not spiritual bodies Spiritual Monks would raise.
In nature, they are the ghosts who follow the Pale Princess — the dead who make up “the Pale Tide”.
Since you took the initiative to summon this kind of thing…
Then, don’t blame me for this.
In his haste, Annan hadn’t thought of a good reason to revive Citalopram. Mainly, he felt that bringing Citalopram back might not be very useful—Count Urie wouldn’t be foolish enough to stand still and take another instant death blow.
What if the Child died? Annan would surely revive. He had the curse energy added, making him the best damage output in the party.
However, since you did the honor of creating ghosts…
Without saying a word, Annan pointed the scepter at Citalopram’s body, who had died in a state of soul loss.
Annan shouted loudly and firmly, “—Rise again, my warrior!”
Naturally, there were no light effects.
However, Citalopram suddenly opened her eyes.
She was even a little confused. How did I come back to life?
A somewhat perfunctory and simple prompt appeared before her, as the situation was urgent and Annan didn’t have the time to ponder over the wording:
[—The power of the Divine Transporter revives you.]
“…Fight, fight for you?” She propped herself up, raising her right hand, and murmured somewhat blankly, “Your… your majesty?”
Seeing this scene, Count Urie on the opposite side was stunned for a moment.
How did she come back to life?
The ghosts in the sky saw Citalopram. They also became a little hesitant and whispered to each other.
Before the Half-dead Enchantress attacked them, they wouldn’t dare attack a Bishop-level Half-dead Enchantress.
“No matter how she survived, do you want to do it again?” Count sneered, “I won’t be fooled again this time. What are you going to do to buy time?”
“Of course, that will be this.” Annan chuckled and threw the silver coins into the air.
These silver coins shone with dazzling silver light. Silver Sire responded to Annan’s call. A divine art had been activated.
“I was just thinking… why the healing effect could also be amplified by [Tyrant]. And when I saw Suuankou’s arms grow like crazy, I kind of understood.”
Annan said in a low voice, “Excessive healing… perhaps it can also kill.”
Count Urie created a layer of [Force Field Shield], a layer of [Regeneration Wall], and a layer of [Reject Damage]. These were all divine arts and spells he had seen. He utilized curse energy because he was among the most knowledgeable and learned elders in the northern nobility, capable of maximizing the power of curse energy.
The protection he arranged was indeed reliable.
However, the only thing he didn’t create was the profane shield used to trap enemies and resist the healing of divine art.
At this moment, dozens of silver coins were intertwined into a network. All the powerful healing beams were irradiated on Count Urie!
I’ll heal you to death—
Because she was concerned about her aloof image, Annan silently repeated in his mind.
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