PFC Chapter 550 Interlude
Chapter 550 Interlude
As one Sangyang soldier after another fell to the ground, the Sangyang army's offensive was clearly thwarted.
The remaining Sangyang soldiers began to shrink back, and their formation became chaotic.
The samurai stood still, looking around. Sensing something was wrong, he inexplicably plunged his sword into the ground.
"I didn't expect the plan to change, but it doesn't matter."
Before he finished speaking, a deep yellow rift suddenly appeared behind him, but it was not formed by tearing space, but by a bridge connected by a summoning array.
Within the magic circle emanated a chilling pressure far surpassing that of any previous demon.
Roar--!
Suddenly, a deafening roar tore through the air, and a colossal creature slowly emerged from the magic circle. It resembled a giant wolf, its entire body covered in dark golden carapace, with huge, curved horns on its head, and ominous dark yellow energy particles swirling around it.
"It's the Golden King Beast!" the glacier soldier shouted in terror.
“That’s right, this was our trump card, kept just in case. Now that Phoenix is dead, let’s see who can save you!” Samurai Sang Yang laughed loudly.
With a wave of his arm, the Golden King Beast immediately bared its fangs, and dark yellow energy rapidly condensed in its throat, forming an unstable energy sphere that emitted destructive fluctuations, aimed at the densest area of the defense line.
As the troops sensed this energy fluctuation, their newly built morale immediately deflated.
However, Peruvieri dismissed it with disdain.
"This beast? It's not worthy!"
Peruvieri's voice was cold and full of contempt, standing out clearly against the suffocating pressure of the Golden Beast. Instead of retreating, she stepped forward to meet it.
The phantom of the blood moon behind her grew increasingly solid, its eerie red light illuminating her blood-stained figure and instantly infecting the surrounding soldiers. Yes, Lady Snow Phoenix had paved the way for them; future paladins were fighting alongside them. What did they have to fear?
The Golden King Beast looked at her and suddenly unleashed an energy ball.
Seeing this, Peruvieri neither dodged nor evaded, but instead drew another sword. She held both swords to her sides, and in an instant, the blood moon began to surge wildly.
"Like the long moon..."
Before she could finish speaking, a chill suddenly flashed past Peruvieri's side. Before she could react, a huge and sharp ice spike whistled past her.
boom!
The massive beast's body suddenly stiffened, and the destructive energy sphere that had gathered in its throat abruptly dissipated, turning into chaotic energy streams that scattered in all directions.
The Golden King Beast let out a short, painful howl, its massive body crashing to the ground, its dark yellow blood gushing out like a spring, quickly staining the snow beneath it red.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning.
Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events, including Peruvieri. She remained in her sword-drawing stance, the phantom of the blood moon still hovering behind her, but her slanted cross-shaped pupils were filled with disbelief.
"This power...could it be..."
Just then, a series of calm yet suppressed footsteps came from behind and were clearly heard by everyone.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall, slender figure who had appeared at the edge of the battlefield at some point. He was dressed in a black Western-style tailcoat, his face was stern, and his black hair remained motionless in the cold wind.
He walked in the opposite direction from the crowd, the fingertips of his right hand still shrouded in lingering chill. Clearly, the deadly ice spike that had pierced the golden beast's head with pinpoint accuracy was his doing.
His gaze swept across the ravaged battlefield, past the desolate sky left by Phoenix's sacrifice, and finally landed on Peruvieri, who was covered in blood and still in a fighting stance.
"It's Lord Hyotei!"
Upon seeing the newcomers, the soldiers below cheered.
Sang Yang, the warrior, turned around, his body stiffening, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword trembling uncontrollably. His breathing beneath his helmet suddenly became heavy, and although his face was not visible, his taut shoulders and stiff neck had already revealed his extreme horror and fear.
"Ice...Ice Emperor Rek'os! How is this possible? You're not..."
His voice trembled, but before he could finish speaking, a chill, like an invisible chain, wrapped around his neck.
Rek'os did not stop, continuing to walk slowly forward, the chill at his fingertips growing stronger.
He didn't say a word, or even glance at him, as if he were just an insignificant insect.
Click.
In the instant they brushed past each other, a thick layer of ice rapidly solidified on the surface of the Sangyang warrior's armor. Ice patterns spread along the seams of the armor, accompanied by a series of cracking sounds. The next second, the entire armor, along with the body inside, shattered into countless ice shards, which dissipated with the wind without leaving a trace.
The remaining Sangyang soldiers, seeing this, were terrified and threw down their weapons, turning to flee. But Rek'os was not about to let them go.
Although he stood still, the biting cold wind had already swept away. In the blink of an eye, the Sangyang soldiers who had turned to flee were as if they had been put on pause. Their movements became stiff, and then their bodies were covered with a thick layer of frost. They then shattered and collapsed in the biting cold wind, turning into a pile of ice shards, without even having time to scream.
The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence in an instant.
Only the cold wind, swirling with ice shards, made a mournful sound.
"Did you see that? It happened in an instant..."
"As expected of Lord Hyotei!"
The soldiers' cheers erupted on the deathly silent battlefield, filled with the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe and awe of absolute power.
Rek'os ignored the cheers. He walked straight up to Peruvieri, but only glanced at her calmly with an approving look, without stopping.
Peruvieri lowered her twin swords, and the phantom of the blood moon vanished silently behind her. Only when the other party brushed past her did a complex expression appear on her face.
"grown ups……"
She was about to speak when Rek'os interrupted her.
He turned his head slightly and said, "No need to explain, I know everything. Right now, I have something more important to do."
"Is it even more serious than the Sangyang Rebellion?"
Rek'os nodded: "Yes, I have to stop Sugniel. I can feel his obsession with his prey; he's fallen back into his old ways. As for you and your friends, you can go with them from now on."
Rek'os's voice was calm and even, as if he were stating something perfectly ordinary. He didn't stop; the moment his words fell, his figure transformed into a streak of icy blue light, disappearing into the distant horizon in an instant, leaving only a lingering chill in the air.
……
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In the arena at the end of the trial, the battle had already reached a fever pitch.
Sugnir was like a tiger toying with its prey, his attacks wild and unrestrained, yet breathtakingly precise. Every swing of his claws forced Peruvier and Clementine into perilous situations.
Several more deep, bone-revealing claw marks appeared on Peruvier's body, and blood soaked through her tattered clothes. Clementine's flames had also dimmed considerably, and her breathing was rapid; she was clearly at her last gasp.
The gap in strength is like an insurmountable chasm.