0p0 Chapter 285 Dealing with evil spirits and heretics doesn't require adherence to chivalrous code
Chapter 285 Dealing with evil spirits and heretics doesn't require adherence to chivalrous code
Chapter 285 Dealing with evil spirits and heretics doesn't require adherence to chivalrous codes.
Tarask covered the fist mark on his face, his eyes filled with resentment, but he dared not make a move.
He had already experienced the other party's strength and didn't want to experience it again.
The earth trembled, and several giant sandworms burst from the ground, vomiting out large amounts of corpse variants, but he paid no attention to any of this, his eyes only on the enemy in front of him.
Modi moved his wrist; the heat from his fist hadn't subsided, and white smoke was still rising from it.
He looked at the Brain-Stealing Dragon, sized it up, and then revealed a kind smile.
"To be able to withstand my punch, especially a rare combination of a mind flayer and a dragon, not bad, you deserve to be in the ball."
"What do you mean?" Tarasque's alarm bells blared.
"It means..." Modi pulled out another red and white ball, "I'm going to use you to complete my Pokédex."
Without his command, Kosuros sprang into action, its mental energy surging forth like a tide, transforming into a mental undercurrent that trapped the Brain-Stealing Dragon in the center of the vortex.
"A mere trick." Tarask curled his lip in disdain, spread his wings wide, shattered the invisible vortex, and flapped his wings to fly into the sky.
A beam of dazzling purple light suddenly shot out, hitting his massive dragon body squarely and even piercing through one of his wings.
In pain, Tarasque let out a mournful cry and plummeted to the ground like a bird with broken wings.
He looked up with resentment, and a Nautilus airship came into view.
Modi lowered his raised hand, holding a red and white ball that had just been activated; the airship originated from one of these balls.
The Nautilus airship is also a living thing, so it can naturally be subdued by him.
"When facing such evil forces, there's no need for chivalry; let's all stand shoulder to shoulder and charge!"
He threw several Poké Balls in a row, and in an instant, several more figures appeared on the field.
The necromancy, resembling a centipede and a mantis, wielded a giant scythe and charged towards the Brain-Stealing Dragon with its dozens of legs.
A cluster of chiral crystals floated in the air, scattering chiral matter and guiding the time rain to fall.
The most eye-catching feature is a blood-red double helix statue.
Unlike the other figures, this statue was immobile and made no noise, yet its mere presence evoked a strange and undeniable feeling.
Tarask's expression changed drastically. With a dragon roar, he forced back the fused corpse variant, flapped his newly recovered wings, and transformed into a blur as he approached the crimson divine seal.
"We must, we must destroy that statue first, otherwise I will be controlled by someone!"
The brain-devouring dragon's eyes were bloodshot, its expression was extremely ferocious, and it exuded a violent aura, only one step away from losing its mind.
On the battlefield, the other members of the Death Curse were also affected, most of them losing their minds and joining the side of the Corpse-Transformers.
The root of all this is that divine seal on the field.
The dragon claw, imbued with psychic energy, slammed onto the divine seal, the powerful impact spreading outwards and creating visible ripples in the air.
"Divine Seal, use Double Repayment," Modi said calmly.
The surface of the divine seal glowed red, and the nanobots inside vibrated in unison. The kinetic energy that had just been absorbed was amplified by them, forming a stronger impact that reacted on Tarask.
Tarask's eyes bulged, and the arm that had come into contact with the divine seal instantly became a bloody mess.
"What kind of move is that?"
He quickly distanced himself, glancing warily at the divine seal, surprised that it was completely intact.
Before he could even think about how to deal with the divine seal, Tarask used a nimble tail swing to repel the fused corpse variant, then rolled away in a sorry state to barely dodge the mental blade that fell from the sky.
Covered in dust, Duo Naolong was panting heavily, his eyes growing increasingly frantic.
"Roar..."
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If this continues, it won't be long before he follows in Kossuro's footsteps and becomes a necromancer.
Tarasque forced himself to think of a solution, a slight chill creeping up his head.
Suddenly, the sky darkened, thick clouds gathered, lightning flashed, and a torrential downpour began.
Beside Modi, the Chiral crystal cluster successfully guided the Time Rain to descend, within which everything would rapidly decay.
"Time Rain?!"
Tarask then noticed the cluster of active crystals. The pain from the Time Rain falling on his head made the expression on his dragon face even more distorted.
The rain of time continued to erode his dragon scales, which should have been immortal, seeping into his flesh and blood, accelerating the passage of time within him.
He disregarded everything else, unleashing one psychic blast after another while tumbling headlong into the fused zombie, engaging in a passionate wrestling match.
"Have they lost their minds?"
Modi stood in the rain, holding an umbrella.
The umbrella surface is covered with a layer of chiral crystal coating, which can effectively resist time rain.
Without his orders, Kothuros and his men surrounded the Brain-Stealing Dragon and launched a righteous attack on it.
Five minutes later, the Time Rain gradually stopped, and Tarask lay on the ground, panting heavily, with many parts of his body covered in blood and gore.
Not only were its wings riddled with large holes, but its head was also dented, and the tentacles in its mouth had been ripped out by the roots.
A fused necromancy resembling a mantis and a centipede lay on top of him, its mouthparts tightly gripping his neck, injecting its own necromancy tissue into him.
After a moment, it opened its mouth, stepped aside, and respectfully lowered its head.
A black sphere smashed onto the head of the brain-stealing dragon, trapping it inside. After shaking it twice, the sphere made a locking sound.
Modi smiled slightly, pleased to have gained another sample. "I've subdued..."
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Before the words were finished, a beam of green light landed on the black Poké Ball, and in no time, the high-grade ball made of high-strength alloy was completely annihilated.
...the brain-stealing dragon.
Modi, whose spellcasting had been interrupted, lost his smile, mechanically turned his head, and looked in the direction from which the green light had come, his eyes becoming deep.
A figure shrouded in black robes, with only his face and beard visible, was crossing over from the Death Curse realm through the collapsing Gate of Oblivion.
Just a second before the Gate of Oblivion completely collapsed, he passed through the portal, lowered his raised right hand, and a trace of green light remained on his fingertips.
Modi frowned slightly, sensing a hint of pressure emanating from the newcomer.
This mind flayer... no, it is not a simple mind flayer, but a more complex being.
Having dealt with the dead for many years, Modi immediately saw through part of the essence of the dead.
"You are... a lich?"
He looked as if he had seen something incredible, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Damn it, he could accept mind-stealing dragons and vampire mind-stealers, but how could something like a mind-stealing lich exist?
For a moment, his thoughts were somewhat confused.
"Mind flayers have no souls and cannot create lich caskets. Liches have transformed into undead creatures and cannot be infected by mind flayer tadpoles... How can you possess two natures simultaneously?"
The powerful mind flayer lich offered no answer to his question, saying only, "You can guess."
The ethereal voice reached his ears, and Mo Di's heart stopped beating abruptly; a sudden pain struck.
"Hmm, what's this? Cardiac arrest?"
He calmly controlled his heartbeat to recover, and returned the favor by freezing the other person's blood.
Frost condensed on the Mind Flayer Lich's body, and his skin turned pale. He could feel that his blood was no longer flowing, and his mental energy was also somewhat restricted.
"Blood magic, are you a vampire, or a blood mage?"
He calmed the chill in his body, restored his blood flow, and was not affected in any way.
In their first encounter, neither of them gained any advantage, nor did they learn much about the other's strengths and weaknesses.
"Tsk, what a troublesome fellow. I didn't expect there to be something like this in the Death Curse Domain. I wonder what its origins are."
Mordy recalled Kosuros and the others into their Poké Balls, his blue and white swords swirling around him, and a blood mist quietly appeared.
The Pokémon battles are over; now it's time for the trainers to take to the field themselves.
The Mind Flayer Lich watched him silently, her gaze lingering on his twin swords for a moment, a hint of doubt rising in her heart.
Isn't this guy a mage? Why does he look like he's going to fight hand-to-hand?
He shifted his gaze and glanced around at the battlefield. When he saw the corpses transformed from the Death Curse's minions scattered everywhere, he couldn't help but curse under his breath: "A bunch of useless trash. So many people and they can't even find anything. Instead, they're just giving the necromancer so many troops for nothing. I trusted you so much."
He looked around, and finally met Mordy's gaze again, knowing that a battle was inevitable.
After all, it's common sense that trainers will start battling once they make eye contact.
Without any warning, immense spiritual energy converged at a single point, transforming into a sharp cone that pierced the youth.
His signature move is a highly refined mental spike that reveals no fluctuations and is difficult to detect.
But just to be on the safe side, the Mind Flayer Lich unleashed another Mind Blast to cover its Mind Spikes.
Modi's eyes sharpened as his spiritual sense detected an unusual signal, followed by a sudden shock to his mind.
He gripped the Yuan Tu sword tightly and swung it with a simple motion.
The sword's edge never touched the explosive mental energy, as if it had missed its target, and it didn't generate any sword energy. However, the Mind Flayer Lich's eyes widened, filled with doubt.
He could see it clearly: the impact of the mental shockwave had not made contact with the sword at all, yet it suddenly vanished without a trace.
No, don't panic. He's been drawn to my mental blast; he's just waiting for the mental spikes to take effect...
The moment he had this thought, he saw Modi swing out another sword, which also missed its target.
This familiar scene made his heart tighten.
The next moment, the mental spike lost its sensitivity, confirming his ominous premonition.
It's happening again. What methods did he just use?
"You have quite a few tricks up your sleeve, but it's only fair to retaliate. Take my sword first."
Modi stood still, not moving an inch, and slashed his sword at the Mind Flayer Lich from afar.
The sword light was sharp and intangible, and it seemed unlikely to cause any harm.
But the Mind Flayer's fear only intensified. He didn't hesitate to teleport thousands of miles away, yet that sense of crisis still lingered around him.
Creating distance was useless, so he changed his approach. His eyes shone with psychic energy, and in no time he temporarily separated his own existence and grafted it onto a clone that looked exactly like him.
The stand was completed, but it shattered in less than a second, disappearing completely like the previous psychic blast and psychic spike.
The mind flayer lich broke out in a cold sweat, its skin secreting a large amount of mucus.
He was so close, so close that he would have shattered and disappeared like his own substitute.
His sword didn't touch me, nor did it emit any magical aura or energy fluctuations—I can guarantee that—but this effect... has a sense of fate and prophecy.
As long as the sword is swung, the target will inevitably be destroyed, even without any change in energy or physical contact.
He remembered that among his enemies was an immortal prophet who was skilled at using similar methods.
Contrary to what most people might think, the prophet was not the kind of theorist who only knew how to make predictions but was not good at practical application. On the contrary, he was very skilled at using prophetic spells as a means of attack.
His unique attack methods caused him a lot of trouble, which is why he developed corresponding countermeasures.
"Could it be that he's connected to that person?"
The mind flayer lich was so suspicious that, just to be on the safe side, he created several clones to transfer the damage and absorb the harm.
As it turned out, his caution was justified.
An invisible destruction befell a certain Stand, and in the blink of an eye, the Stand was destroyed.
"Hmm?" Mordy frowned. "Not dead? Used a substitute?"
Even though they were thousands of miles apart, he still kept a firm grip on the lich's aura, his eyes reflecting the lich's fatal flaw.
With just a thought, the point of death will shift to him, and he will be destroyed by the sword's edge.
However, he had just destroyed the dead point twice, and each time he destroyed it, he would find another identical energy source.
"I never expected him to have a strategy to target the weak points. I'm getting more and more curious about the lich's true identity."
His eyelids drooped, and after two seconds, Mo Di suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils now turning into dragon-like scarlet vertical pupils.
The characteristics of the seven-headed red dragon began to appear, and the past and future that he could see became increasingly clear.
"Let me see your true identity... hmm?"
Modi's pupils dilated slightly, and upon closer inspection, he saw a brain floating in the void, its tentacles reaching into the surrounding spatial vortexes, its destination unknown.
Around the brain are countless Nautilus airships, like frigates guarding an aircraft carrier, silently protecting the brain.
Modi turned his gaze to look ahead of the airship.
Three blurry, enormous figures were blocking the fleet's path. Behind them, further away, lay a world he knew all too well.
"The continent of Itniti? So, those three were ancient immortals who blocked the Death Curse Lord, and you... are an incarnation of the Death Curse Lord, right?"
Mordi looked at the brain again, but his voice reached the ears of the Mind Flayer Lich.
"I thought Mind Flayer Liches were rare enough, but I never expected one to be a Mind Flayer Lich. Am I lucky or unlucky?"
Since the newcomer was an avatar of the Death Curse Monarch, it was not surprising that he could exert some pressure on him, but that did not mean he was afraid of the other party.
The lich is an incarnation, but he is not?
If he were to unleash the Blood Sea, he might be able to rival the true form of the Death Curse Monarch.
The problem is that the enemy's fleet is a bit troublesome; his fleet is not as large as the enemy's.
On second thought, since there were three ancient immortals holding the line at the front, he wasn't so worried.
To deal with such evil forces, a group attack is the best approach.