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However, even though the attack had been dodged, a large, bloody hole still appeared on his arm.
The weapon that caused the injury was a Western knight's sword, and the person wielding it was none other than Cao Han's old acquaintance—Lancelot.
He spent all his time hunting geese, only to have his eye pecked by one!
Who would have thought that he, who was used to using the Dark Illumination to become invisible and kill with one blow, would be injured by the same move today.
Cao Han's golden eyes blazed as he stared intently at the sword in Lancelot's hand, his expression filled with apprehension.
Confident of his victory, Lancelot brandished his knight's sword and confidently introduced, "The Holy Sword Durandal, besides its well-known 'immortality,' possesses another characteristic in its alchemical array..."
Chapter 11: A Shock from the Attributes!
"It's guaranteed to hit!"
"Any attack that targets marked by the Holy Sword Durandal will have a guaranteed hit effect. Alchemy blades combined with the Word of Power: Momentary Strike—if this is the source of your arrogance, then you will die today!"
Lancelot's act of revealing his hand in this way is somewhat puzzling.
For purebloods, body shape, appearance, and even voice can be changed, but the dragon bloodline is something that cannot be changed.
Even though its specific appearance cannot be seen through the silver mask, its identity as a third-generation species is beyond doubt in its perception.
"It seems that the other party has set this trap for me."
The Holy Sword Durandal, which is guaranteed to hit, is obviously intended to counter his ability to conceal himself with the Distorted Light. So what method does the opponent plan to use to counter the extreme speed brought by the Word of Power?
Thinking of this, Cao Han subconsciously became vigilant.
"Heh~ A death throes."
Seeing this, Lancelot just chuckled softly, looking at Cao Han as if he were an ant that could be crushed at will, without taking him seriously at all.
This is a kind of bloodline confidence etched into the bones of the dragon race.
"Let's do it."
Before the words had even finished, an invisible wave appeared.
Centered on Lancelot's feet, a massive alchemical matrix rapidly expanded, instantly encompassing everyone present.
Words of Power and Precepts.
That was a Word of Power with a serial number as high as 106, belonging to the Black Emperor Nidhogg.
In Norse mythology, Odin instigated the war known as Ragnarok, which was actually a rebellion in which he joined forces with other kings against Nidhogg, the Black King.
Lancelot was an inside agent in that rebellion.
Those whose bloodline is inferior to that of the liberator, regardless of their status, will be completely suppressed by the commandments and lose the ability to use the power of words.
Jing Ke's assassination attempt on the King of Qin—the map was unrolled and the dagger was revealed.
This was the final, deadly trap they had set for Cao Han!
In their view, suppressing Cao Han's ability to use words was equivalent to cutting off his arms.
From then on, whether it was in terms of numbers or bloodlines, their side had a clear advantage.
Of course, the drawbacks and advantages of the Word of Power are equally obvious. It consumes a lot of energy and is difficult to maintain its alchemical domain for a long time. The range of the domain is also extremely limited.
"Aren't you guys misunderstanding something?!"
Cao Han had not expected that Lancelot's Word of Power would come from the Black King's commandments, but that did not stop him from being overjoyed from the bottom of his heart.
What is this called! ?
This is what they call having someone bring you a pillow when you're sleepy, and someone bring you food when you're hungry!
Just a second ago, he was worried that if the other side used some high-risk, wide-range spells to deal with him, it would be very difficult to handle.
The guaranteed hit property of the Holy Sword Durandal is also quite troublesome.
Fortunately, the self-healing ability brought by the 2112 points of physical strength attribute is really amazing. In just a few seconds, new tender flesh sprouts were visibly growing in the bloody hole.
I estimate that in another two or three minutes, the wound will be completely healed.
but!
Releasing the Word of Power commandment to shroud everyone in the alchemical domain, preventing them from using Word of Power, was truly a foolish move.
"Since you've delivered yourselves to my doorstep, I won't stand on ceremony!"
Cao Han, behind the mask, curled his lips into a cruel smile. It was time to let these guys experience the shock of "attributes"!
Can the Netherworld become invisible?
A momentary acceleration?
Those are just little tricks to cover up the truth!
boom--
A deafening roar erupted, and the earth, shattered into countless spider-like shapes, seemed to tremble.
The muscles in his arms were bulging, and the raised mounds seemed to hold the power of a volcanic eruption.
"First."
In that instant, a cold glint pierced the sky, and a fine head, filled with disbelief and terror, fell from mid-air. Only then did Cao Han's deep and steady voice ring out, like a whisper from the abyss.
Death did not stop the remaining people from moving forward.
Instead, it aroused the bloodlust hidden in the dragon's bloodline.
In this trap-filled ambush, the honey-gold pupils of the boy standing in the middle shone brightly, even overshadowing the many second-generation dragons present.
However, this could neither close the gap in physical strength between them and Cao Han, nor stop his killing spree.
"the second."
It was instantaneous, yet felt like an instant; the explosive speed brought by the brute force of his body, combined with the invincible black blade in his hand.
The normally aloof and dignified Second Generation Knights of the Round Table were like fish on a chopping board in front of the boy.
In the blink of an eye, another Knight of the Round Table perished under the blade.
"Something's not right with this guy, quick—transform into a half-dragon!"
After losing two Knights of the Round Table in succession, Lancelot's majestic golden eyes were filled with surprise and anger. Realizing the problem, he decisively issued an order.
Pure-blooded dragons experience a significant reduction in physical strength when they transform into human form; their dragon form represents their peak physical condition.
As for becoming a half-dragon, that's a compromise.
While restoring the power of the dragon form as much as possible, it did not completely lose the flexibility and agility of the human form.
"A mantis's arm is like a chariot, and he does not overestimate his own capabilities."
This time, Cao Han's target was Gawain, who was the strongest person present besides Lancelot.
Gawain met those equally piercing eyes, eyes that seemed to hold the gaze of a lion.
He was such a noble being, yet this lowly commoner dared to despise him so much!
Enraged, Gao Wen's body sprouted dark green scales, and power surged back into his body like a tide. His sword-wielding hand transformed into a killing claw, ruthlessly lashing out at the rebellious fellow.
however!
What appeared to others as a thunderous attack was, in Cao Han's eyes, like something out of slow motion. He sidestepped the claws and simultaneously flicked his black blade upwards.
puff-
The backward movement under the deadly threat saved Gao Wen's life; otherwise, it wouldn't just be a two-centimeter-deep gash on his neck with blood gushing out.
Instead, they were like the two people who died earlier...
The head is in a different place!
Having narrowly escaped death, Gawain completely lost his mind and fell into a rage. He pierced through flesh and blood on his back and spread out bone wings. Flesh and blood continued to grow on it at a visible speed, and dark green dragon scales covered his entire body.
In this war to slay the dragon, numbers are never an advantage; absolute strength is the key to victory.
Every second, the dragon transformation on Gawain's body deepened, and his power continued to increase.
Under the shadow of death, he had only one thought at this moment: to torture and kill the guy in front of him to wash away the shame on his body!
Cao Han's strength comes from the system's physical strength and is not affected by his physical form.
Simply put, even in human form, he can fully utilize his "2112" points of physical strength.
Similarly, he knew very well that waiting for pure-blooded dragons to regain their power through dragon transformation was a foolish thing to do.
Ultimate power brings ultimate speed.
No one else could detect Cao Han's actions; it was as if someone had cut out a few frames from a movie.
It was precisely those few missing frames that gave Cao Han enough time to accomplish a great deal.
Chapter 12 Is he going to die again?
Roar--
A deafening roar, its wings flapping behind it, leaving a long trail of dust that was dazzling to the eye.
Blinding flashes of light constantly appeared in the air—the clash of swords and claws!
As Gawain gradually regains his dragon form, his agility and strength are greatly enhanced by the dragon bones and scales, especially his defense, which is a completely different concept from his human form.
Cao Han, caught up in the battle, may not have noticed that as the fight progressed, the light emanating from his pupils grew increasingly dazzling—he was enjoying the thrill of the battle.
"That's enough of the probing."
The three words, spoken so casually, caused Gao Wen, who had exerted all his strength, to contort his expression. As noble as he was, he had never suffered such humiliation.
However, impotent rage does not change any facts.
Since the start of the battle, apart from Lancelot managing to injure Cao Han with the Holy Sword's guaranteed hit effect, he hasn't even managed to touch him once.
Essentially, it was an ambush set against him; if you do the first thing, I can do the fifteenth.
Cao Han's target was no longer focused on Gao Wen alone. With his body flashing and dodging, only the splattering blood and the severed limbs and remains on the ground proved that this was a naked massacre!
If dragons are all born warriors.