Chapter 532 Traps
Juggernaut is not common in the world of Ashe, he is not even a level, but just a title of glory.
Elf Sword Master, Human Sword Master, orc Sword Master, this honorary title crosses the ranks and is bestowed on those swordsmen who specialize in martial arts practice, and their symbol is the ability to release the sword energy from the body at will.
Ashe is not some fantasy world where the fighting spirit is everywhere and the shock waves are sent out as a whole. The training of warriors is based on honing the physical body, and the physical strength is gradually increased. At the end, it is still just a powerful melee unit.
In other words, they are still melee units that cannot release their sword energy, so for high-level spellcasters, they are still relatively hard sandbags, so although it may seem inconspicuous to release sword energy, but for pure fighters In many cases, it is the difference between life and death.
And only the Juggernauts themselves know that stepping into the realm of Juggernauts actually breaks the barrier between themselves and the outside world, and establishes a special connection. The will and killing intent are transformed into real power. The power of the sword can be turned into sword energy to hurt people, and it is possible to master the profound art of swordsmanship for large-scale killing, making the impossible possible.
Does it sound familiar? There are also so-called holy-level existences in the Ashe world, which are beyond the realm of legends. They are supernatural powerhouses, and their characteristics are also capable of communicating with others, turning their will into a force that interferes with reality.
Everything comes from the soul, and the obsession of a strong enough soul is enough to distort the rules and interfere with the world. To do this, there is nothing wrong with being called an extraordinary saint.
And only the Juggernauts themselves know that the realm of the Juggernaut is just the beginning...
"The gap is too big."
The flat martial arts field was already lying down, and the mercenaries were lying on the ground helplessly. Roland's spirit clone stood there bored.
This was not the result of three days and three nights of fighting, but the end of just ten minutes. The mercenaries went into battle one by one according to Timiret's instructions to consume the opponent's physical strength. But I found that if I fell down in an instant, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to expend my energy.
Finally got cornered. Everyone is still on...
"Twelve seconds? Or eleven seconds? Forget it, it's meaningless. It's like an adult bullying a child. He didn't take it seriously at all."
The mercenaries finally saw what it was like to be a great swordsman with all his strength. Even if his arms were so weak that he could only pick up a wooden stick, the storm of sword energy he waved was enough to compare to a tornado in reality. He hit the sword first, only then noticed his movement of drawing the sword.
Twelve people go up. The twelve sword qi sent down did not shake the profound meaning, because the opponent in front of him was not worthy.
This is contempt on the bright side. The incarnation didn't even have a poisonous tongue, but the eyes of squatting and yawning boredly, and then watching the children playing with water guns, hurt the soldiers who have been bloody all their lives.
But they were also secretly rejoicing that if this trial field hadn't restricted the incarnation of spirit bodies from killing people, there might be no living people here.
But in the chaos, Barton himself was the most injured. Every time he rushed forward with all his strength, he was pulled by his opponent instead and hurt himself by his own strength.
Even if it is set not to hurt people maliciously. Facing another Juggernaut, Roland's incarnation couldn't hold back his hands too much, and the result of not holding back his hands would be more serious injuries.
But he didn't slack off, bandaged the wound a little, and rushed up again,
Then fly back at a faster speed.
This is not because of his sudden awakening of some special hobbies, but as a duty of the team leader. At this time, he cannot back down. Timiret silently gave him a compliment behind his back...
"You are stupid. A great sword master will accompany you to practice swords, and you don't have to worry about accidentally dying. Where can you find such a good thing!"
Well, it seems like he didn't think much of it. Is it just a pure warrior mentality attack? But Timiret, judging from the weird curvature of the seemingly rough man's mouth, maybe he is not as pure as he looks.
It is better to encourage generals than generals, and wages are worse than voluntary labor. The roar of the team leader has achieved results. With Barton, the sword master, taking the lead, the others have regained their strength. At least this is indeed a rare opportunity.
On the other side, Timiret was busy in front of the instrument.
"...The situation is wrong, the Martial Arts Field is locked in the 'activated' state."
"Of course not. It's usually not activated here, and since that Roland stopped us, it's impossible for 'Taling' not to seize the time to take action."
Compared with before, Katerina's pupils are much less heterogeneous, but her tone and temperament have gone further and further away from the simple bar girl back then.
"It's not right to be calm. We need to break through here immediately. Sister Wen Laier...Brother, I'm sorry to trouble you..."
"I don't know any martial arts, can magic?"
"There's no way, every minute it takes is more dangerous."
I was worried that using magic in the Martial Arts Field would cause some new troubles, but the dracolich Wenraire has never made a move, but when he just gathered his magic power and locked on the avatar Roland, there was a series of strange sounds in the sky above the Martial Arts Field reverberating.
"When a malicious magical reaction is detected, it is determined that there is an intruder. The alert self-defense mode is automatically replaced by a counterattack mode. The spirit body replica is not allowed to hurt people, the copy limit is canceled, and the intruder is entered into the free mode."
Timiret's simultaneous translation was timely, but everyone was fooled again.
At this moment, Timiret figured out the ins and outs of the matter. This area is probably a very special and independent area. Since it is not under the jurisdiction of Ta Ling, naturally there is no need to take into account the constraints of those masters and slaves, so Ta Ling intends to Borrowing a knife to kill someone.
"Careful, stand back! Don't let it duplicate more trouble."
Before the mercenaries had time to retreat, a black phantom suddenly appeared in the center of the field. The master here was not satisfied with the strongest rookie in the minds of these outsiders.
"Stupid carbon-based creatures, your doomsday is here, let's meet the strongest warrior of our civilization!"
The function of the Martial Arts Field was activated again, scanning repeatedly for the phantom that had just appeared, and new spirit warriors were born one after another.
"Sophie the Flyer, Gilville the Flesh Butcher...Damn it, they are all epic heroes of that era!"
At a glance, even Timiret was a little desperate. Those spiritual beings were all powerful warriors in the heyday of the sage civilization!
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When Timiret and Barton's team encountered a crisis, the frontal battlefield fell into an eerie calm.
The new reinforcements from the undead natural disaster are still on the way, and Heng is trying his best to absorb the power of death to restore herself, but at this moment, she finds that the scene around her has changed again, and that strange scene appears in front of her again.
Even though it was attacked by a terrible explosion, this dark world still exists, but the ground has subsided a lot, and there are still crystallized ores in the deep pits that were blasted, and there are still slow flows in many areas. The lava and flames, the thick smoke billowing in the sky, and the high-temperature oven on the ground are obviously not a good place to treat people.
But such an environment is meaningless to Heng, and she also knows that this world cannot prevent people from going in and out normally.
"Do you want to block my vision and take the opportunity to play tricks? Or take the opportunity to dispel those powers of death?"
She was just about to leave this area, but suddenly stopped, and she found that the death atmosphere around her became more intense, more... delicious?
"This, it shouldn't be natural, maybe it is a more suitable place for undead to live than the plane of death. Is this the place where Yong Ye raised his servants? This time he miscalculated. With such a place of death, my recovery will Soon..." (to be continued)