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Chapter 210 Avalon's Absolute Defense
Chapter 210 Avalon's Absolute Defense
Quinn charged toward Artoria in his Brachiosaurus form at an astonishing speed.
The massive body, weighing tens of tons, raced across the ground, each step causing the earth to tremble and leaving a deep footprint.
His tail trailed behind him, carving a deep trench in the ground, sending pebbles and dirt flying to both sides.
Artoria's gaze remained calm.
She gripped the sword tightly, the wind flowing over its blade, producing a low rumble.
Quinn rushed in front of her and swung his right claw out.
This claw strike was faster and more ruthless than before.
Purple liquid flowed from his claws; it was his specially made venom, enough to kill an adult sea king in seconds.
Artoria raised her sword and blocked the claw.
The sword and claws clashed with a loud bang, sparks flying everywhere.
This time, however, purple venom splattered from the tips of her claws, turning into countless tiny droplets that flew toward Artoria's face and body.
Artoria's brow furrowed slightly.
She wanted to back away, but it was too late.
The venom splattered on her armor, on her face, and on her hands.
Quinn's lips curled into a cruel smile.
"Venom isn't just on bullets, little girl."
His voice carried a hint of smugness.
"My whole body is poisonous."
He paused.
"You should be feeling numbness in your limbs, difficulty breathing, and blurred vision right now."
"In ten seconds, you will be completely paralyzed."
"In twenty seconds, your heart will stop beating."
His laughter was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire battlefield.
"This is my way of fighting, little girl."
"It's not about brute force, it's about using your brain."
"What use is your swordsmanship, no matter how good your strength is?"
"You're finished once you come into contact with my poison."
He laughed so hard he bent over, and tears streamed down his face.
But the next second, his smile froze.
Artoria looked up at him, her eyes as calm as a still lake.
There were no signs of venom damage on her face.
There were no wounds on the back of her hand caused by the venom.
Her breathing remained steady.
Her vision remained clear.
"This—how is this possible?!"
Quinn's eyes widened suddenly, and his sunglasses almost slipped off his nose.
"My venom can even kill giant sea kings!"
"How can you be completely unharmed?!"
Artoria did not answer.
She simply raised her hand and gently wiped the venom off her face.
The venom slid off her fingers, dripping onto the ground and corroding a hole the size of a fist, making a hissing sound as white smoke rose from it.
But no marks were left on her skin.
Quinn's pupils contracted sharply.
"You—what kind of monster are you?"
Artoria looked at him and remained silent for two seconds.
Then, she spoke.
"This is not a monster."
Her voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like she was stating a fact.
"This is protection."
She paused.
"My scabbard, Avalon, resides within me; it can withstand any form of harm."
"Nothing can penetrate its protection."
Quinn's eyes widened suddenly.
"A scabbard? What kind of scabbard could have such an ability?!"
Artoria did not answer.
She simply gripped the sword tightly, the wind flowing over its blade, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
Quinn's lips twitched, then he grinned into a grotesque smile.
"Okay, if poison doesn't work, then let's try something else."
He suddenly stepped back, creating distance between them.
Then, he opened his mouth, and a ball of orange light shone from deep within his throat.
That was fire.
No, it's not an ordinary flame.
It is a special ability of the Brachiosaurus form, "Brachiosaurus Bomb".
He compressed the gas in his body to its limit, then exhaled it in one breath, forming a pillar of high-temperature flames powerful enough to melt steel.
"Burn me to ashes, little girl!"
He suddenly spewed out flames.
A massive pillar of fire erupted from his throat and hurtled toward Artoria.
The temperature of the fire pillar was astonishingly high; wherever it passed, the ground was baked into a glassy state, and the air was ignited, making crackling and popping sounds.
Artoria did not dodge.
She stood there, watching the pillar of fire rushing towards her, her eyes as calm as a still lake.
The pillar of fire struck her.
The flames engulfed her body, the land around her, and everything behind her.
The fire burned for a full ten seconds.
Ten seconds later, Quinn shut his mouth, and the flame went out.
On the ground, a huge, charred crater appeared, and the glassy substance at the edge of the crater shimmered in the sunlight.
But Artoria remained standing there.
There wasn't a single scorch mark on her armor.
There wasn't a trace of burnt smell on her hair.
There wasn't a drop of sweat on her face.
She didn't even close her eyes.
She stood there, sword in hand, looking at Quinn with eyes as calm as a still lake.
Quinn's eyes widened to their limit, his sunglasses slipped off his nose, fell to the ground, and shattered.
"impossible----"
His voice trembled slightly.
"That's absolutely impossible—"
"My Brachiosaurus Bomb has a temperature of three thousand degrees, enough to melt even Seastone—"
"How could you possibly—"
He couldn't continue.
Artoria looked at him, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes.
"I told you, my scabbard can withstand all external damage."
"Your flames cannot penetrate Avalon's protection."
Quinn's lips twitched, and his expression shifted from shock to anger, and from anger to madness.
"I don't believe it!"
He roared, turned his body sharply, and swung his tail.
The tail tip is covered with sharp bone spurs, each of which is coated with venom.
The bone spike slammed towards Artoria's head with astonishing speed and terrifying force.
This blow was enough to smash a small mountain.
Artoria did not dodge.
The bone hammer smashed down on her head.
No, it didn't hit her head.
The bone hammer stopped three centimeters above her head.
It was like hitting an invisible wall, producing a dull, loud thud.
The bone spikes on the bone hammer shattered upon impact, sending fragments flying in all directions.
The venom on the bone hammer evaporated the moment it struck, turning into a cloud of purple mist, which was then dispersed by the wind.
Quinn's tail broke upon impact, the bone protruding from the skin, and blood gushed out.
"Aaaaaaah!"
He let out a scream, his body jerked backward, his tail dragging on the ground, leaving a long red line of blood on the ground.
He looked down at his broken tail, his left eye filled with disbelief.
"My tail—my strongest attack—"
"You can't even break through her defenses?"
Artoria looked at him, her eyes as calm as a still lake.
"Your attack is indeed very strong."
Her voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like she was stating a fact.
"But your attack cannot penetrate Avalon's defenses."
She paused.
"Because Avalon is an ideal land far removed from the world."
"In this utopia, no harm can touch me."
A flicker of despair crossed Quinn's eyes.
But a smile quickly spread across his face.
His smile held a hint of madness.
"Alright, since a direct attack won't work, let's try something else."
He took a deep breath and his body suddenly contracted.
It's not a deformation.
It's inhaling.
He inhaled a large amount of air, and his body swelled up like a balloon.
Then, he opened his mouth and exhaled a cloud of purple gas.
It's not a flame.
It's poison gas.
It is the atomized form of his specially made "Ice Ghost Virus," which is an even more powerful poison gas!
This virus can infect an adult in seconds, turning him into a bloodthirsty monster within minutes.
Purple poison gas spread across the battlefield, drifting towards Artoria.
Artoria's brow furrowed slightly.
She tried to back away, but the gas spread too quickly, enveloping her in seconds.
Purple poisonous gas enveloped her body, her armor, and her sword.
Quinn's lips curled into a smile.
"Poison gas isn't an attack, little girl."
His voice was hoarse and deep, with a hint of smugness.
"Poisonous gas is a virus."
"Your scabbard can protect against injury, but can it protect against viruses?"
"Viruses are not harmful, they infect."
"It will penetrate your skin, penetrate your breath, penetrate your blood."
"You will become my slave, a monster that only knows how to kill."
His laughter was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire battlefield.
"At that time, the sword in your hand will be pointed at your own comrades."
"You will kill them, one by one."
"Then, after you sober up, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
But the next second, his smile froze again.
The purple poisonous gas began to dissipate.
It wasn't blown away by the wind.
It was dispersed by some force.
A soft golden light shone on Artoria's armor.
The light was like a sun, warm and bright, illuminating the entire battlefield.
The purple poisonous gas evaporated in the light, turning into nothingness.
Artoria stood there, sword in hand, looking at Quinn with eyes as calm as a still lake.
Her breathing remained steady.
Her skin was still fair.
Her eyes remained clear.
Quinn's eyes widened suddenly.
"impossible!"
There was a hint of despair in his voice.
"Virus—how could a virus possibly be blocked?!"
Artoria looked at him and remained silent for two seconds.
Then, she spoke.
"Are you deaf? I told you, Avalon can withstand all external harm."
Her voice was very soft, so soft it sounded like a sigh.
"Viruses are also foreign substances."
"Anything that poses a threat to me, whether it's a physical attack, an energy attack, a toxin, a virus, a curse, or a mental attack—"
"Nothing can penetrate Avalon's protection."
She paused.
"Because Avalon is absolute."
Quinn's lips twitched, and his expression shifted from despair to madness, and from madness to hysteria.
"absolute?"
His voice was hoarse and deep, like the roar of a wounded beast.
Nothing in this world is absolute!
His body suddenly swelled up, growing larger and even more terrifying.
A thick carapace grew on his skin, covered with huge bone spurs.
Three bone hammers grew from his tail, each one larger, heavier, and sharper than the previous ones.
Two rows of new teeth grew in his mouth, each half a meter long and as sharp as a dagger.
"This is my fully transformed form!"
"I don't believe your defense can withstand my full-force attack! Nothing in this world is absolute!!!"
His body lunged forward at a speed that was too fast for the naked eye to follow.
This time, he didn't use his claws, his tail, fire, or poison gas.
He used his body.
His entire body, like a meteorite, crashed into Artoria.
This is his strongest attack – "Brachiosaurus Rush".
Using a body weighing several thousand tons to crash into an enemy at supersonic speed, the impact force is enough to destroy a city.
Artoria watched the "meteorite" hurtling towards her, her eyes remaining calm.
She didn't dodge.
She stood there, sword in hand, looking at Quinn with eyes as calm as a still lake.
Quinn's body collided with hers.
No, it didn't hit her.
It hit her about three centimeters in front of her.
It crashed into Avalon's barrier.
The entire battlefield trembled at the moment of impact.
The ground cracked open, and the cracks spread outwards like a giant spider web.
The shockwave tore through the clouds, revealing a clear blue sky.
The tall trees in the distance were uprooted and blown away by the shockwave.
The Beasts Pirates' henchmen were blasted by the shockwave, bleeding from all seven orifices, and collapsed to the ground, their fates unknown.
But Artoria remained standing there.
Her armor was without a single crack.
Her hair was not messed up by the wind.
Her eyes remained calm.
Quinn's body stopped in front of her.
No, it's not a stop.
It was blocked.
His body crashed into Avalon's barrier like an egg hitting a steel plate.
His shell shattered, and fragments flew in all directions.
His bone spur broke, and blood gushed from the break.
His teeth broke, and bits of them fell out of his mouth.
His body slid off the barrier and crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
He lay on the ground, panting heavily, blood gushing from his body, staining the ground red.
"This is my sword sheath."
"It is the symbol of my status as the King of Knights."
"This is proof that I have protected Britain."
"Your strength is indeed very strong."
"Your poison, your fire, your virus, your impact—"
"Each of them is enough to kill an ordinary ability user."
"Each of these items is enough to destroy an army."
"Each of these items is enough to destroy a city."
She looked up at Quinn lying on the ground, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes.
"But your methods are too despicable."
"You are not worthy to be called a warrior."
"You're just a coward in the guise of a warrior."
Quinn's lips twitched, and his expression shifted from despair to anger, and from anger to madness.
"coward?"
His voice was hoarse and deep, like the roar of a wounded beast.
"You're calling me a coward?"