nyslfriends Chapter 261 Shirley Dies in Battle
Chapter 261 Shirley Dies in Battle
Chapter 261 Shirley Dies in Battle
Sherry's situation was even worse. She wielded her twin swords, and the level two spells [Flame Impact] and [Lightning Blade] stored in her sword-shaped scepter erupted alternately, forcing back several approaching Valkyries.
However, her defensive and predictive abilities were far inferior to Li Ang's. Suddenly, a tricky rock spear rose from the ground. Although she managed to turn to the side, her left leg was still grazed with a deep wound that exposed the bone, and her movements were immediately halted.
"Shirley!" Li Ang used a [Wind Blade] to shatter a fireball that was aimed at her back.
In a moment of distraction, Li Ang was grazed by another bolt of lightning, but fortunately, thanks to the [Guardian Ring], he did not suffer any real damage.
"I'm fine!" Shirley gritted her teeth, and the sword flashed again, but her steps were already somewhat unsteady.
The Elf King watched all this indifferently, the gem at the top of the Holy Judgment Scepter gathering power. He did not rush to intervene personally, but waited for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow, like a hunter watching a trapped beast fight.
As the battle circle tightened, Li Ang's mental energy was rapidly depleted under the full operation of the [Ring of Foresight], and cold sweat began to seep from his forehead.
At that moment, he caught a glimpse of a Valkyrie thrusting out a spear to his side. The spearhead was not condensed with common elemental magic, but rather with a solid, silver-white beam of light—pure energy that had been highly compressed!
"Watch out!" Li Ang shoved Shirley away, saving her, but he didn't have time to get out of the way completely.
The beam of light grazed his right rib in an instant, and the highly compressed pure energy broke through the [Guardian Ring], whose defensive performance was greatly reduced due to insufficient mental strength.
This attack directly tore off a large chunk of flesh from Li Ang's right rib, and blood instantly soaked through his leather armor.
Sherry was pushed and stumbled. Before she could regain her balance, the ground beneath her feet suddenly softened, and two giant rock hands shot out and grabbed her ankles. Even though she reacted extremely quickly and slashed down with her twin swords, she only managed to cut one hand in time, while the other hand held her firmly in place.
"Ugh!" Shirley groaned in pain, and as her movements became restricted, three rock spears shot from different directions were already in front of her!
Li Ang's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He unleashed a barrage of wind blades, shattering two rock spears in succession, but he couldn't catch the third one in time.
"Pfft!"
The rock spear pierced Sherry's abdomen, pinning her to the white jade ground at the edge of the altar. Blood flowed down the spear, instantly staining the ground red.
"Shirley!" Leon roared, rushing towards her without regard for anything else, unleashing his full power with Wind Blade Technique to sever the base of the Rock Spear.
He caught Shirley's slumping body and took out a healing potion from his medicine pouch to feed it to her, but at that moment a wind blade struck and instantly shattered the potion in Li Ang's hand. Shirley lay in his arms, her icy blue eyes already unfocused. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, only a mouthful of blood gushed out.
Then her body convulsed violently a few times, and then the rise and fall of her chest became weaker and weaker.
In the end, those eyes, which were always so bright, slowly lost all their luster.
"No—no—" Li Ang's voice trembled, a cold despair mixed with overwhelming rage exploding in his chest.
He gently laid Sherry's gradually cooling body down and slowly stood up. The Valkyries and guards around him did not take the opportunity to attack, seemingly waiting for the Elf King's command.
On the high platform, Raihart revealed a cruel smile, while Phoenix shook his head slightly, as if lamenting the end of a farce.
Li Ang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His mental energy was on the verge of exhaustion, but he had no way out.
He took a deep breath and activated the Sage's Ring.
This ring contained the reserve of spiritual energy he usually infused during meditation. Now that it was activated, the spiritual energy stored in the ring flowed out like a spring, temporarily relieving the depletion of his spiritual energy.
Sensing the change in Li Ang's mental strength, Phoenix snorted and said, "It's nothing more than a death throes."
He lost his patience, raised the Holy Judgment Scepter horizontally, and golden flames shot into the sky. The terrifying power that made the space tremble once again locked onto Li Ang.
"It's time to end this, stranger."
Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Li Ang simply went all out. He frantically poured his remaining spiritual power into his magic wand, forcibly blending the three elements of wind, water, and lightning to form an extremely complex composite energy blade at the tip of the wand.
This was the strongest counterattack he could muster before, although he knew it was far from enough to withstand the full force of the [Holy Judgment].
"Go!" He unleashed his energy blade with all his might.
Almost simultaneously, the destructive beam of white light shot out from the tip of Phoenix's [Holy Judgment Scepter] once again.
The moment the composite energy blade collided with the light of annihilation, there was no earth-shattering explosion. The energy blade was easily torn apart and annihilated, just like melting ice and snow.
The incandescent beam of light continued its rapid expansion as it shrank in Li Ang's contracting pupils.
"puff!"
A dull thud as if piercing flesh.
Li Ang looked down at the bowl-sized hole in his chest. The flesh around the hole had instantly carbonized. There was no pain, only a bone-chilling cold that quickly spread throughout his body.
His vision began to blur and sway, and the sounds around him became distant.
In a daze, he seemed to see a light blue figure struggling to rush out from behind the altar, calling out his name with heart-wrenching cries.
That figure was—Eve? The real Eve?
He tried to turn his head, but he had no strength left, and the world plunged into darkness.
I don't know how much time passed; perhaps it was a moment, perhaps it was eternity.
Li Ang's consciousness awoke in a gray void, where there was no up, down, left, or right, no light, no sound, only endless silence.
"You've come." A hoarse, tired, yet incredibly familiar voice sounded from behind.
Li Ang looked in the direction of the sound, and his heart suddenly stopped beating.
He was an old man with white hair and beard, his face etched with the lines of time and hardship. He was somewhat hunched over, but those eyes—those eyes that Li Ang would see in the mirror every day in his previous life.
Li Ang realized that the old man was his past self, decades older.
"Who are you—?" Li Ang's voice was extremely dry.
"Me? I am Li Ang, and I am Xia Tian. I am a loser who walked this road but fell at the finish line."
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The old man, or rather, the summer of old age, was calmly watching him.
But the expression in his brown eyes was so complex it was heartbreaking.
There was a deep-seated weariness, the grief of losing everything, and endless regret, but deep inside, a spark of defiance still burned.
Li Ang knew that the sliver of fire was the very thing that kept the old man alive.
"The August uprising failed, Sherry died in battle, and then the Orcish Lost Nest was bloodily cleansed, with only one in ten surviving—and you, on the condition that you willingly become a sacrifice, were spared to live, barely clinging to life until the end."