Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 327 In team battles, harmony is the true god.
Time passed slowly, and suddenly the entire cave shook violently, as that familiar, frenzied, and violent aura descended rapidly.

Five seconds after meeting, the battle begins.

"Julian, the King of the North, has come looking for us!"

As soon as Edward Longzel, the former Loen soldier guarding the cave entrance, swayed slightly, he saw a massive figure descend from the sky and land on a huge rock covered in thick ice nearby.

He immediately shouted a warning.

This time, there was no entrance animation.

The wings covered by the membrane did not fold down; they continued to unfold, almost obscuring the surrounding light. The dreamlike, icy armor plates and the extremely ferocious, deep blue dragon eyes immediately caught Long Ze'er's eye, making him instinctively sense danger.

He immediately transformed into Elden the Rolling King, using invincibility frames, wielding his iron-black straight sword, and leaped to the side, rolling and tumbling away from his original position.

This dragon is clearly not a monster designed by Hidetaka Miyazaki; it doesn't even know fast or slow sword techniques or how to change moves mid-fight.

Almost simultaneously, the Frost King Yurisian opened his mouth and spat out a twisted, erratic, and quietly flamboyant ice-blue flame toward the cave. Wherever it passed, the void became transparent and completely condensed.

It started criticizing right away; it must think it's got all the skills.

However, in the eyes of someone like Klein, who had trained with Hua for a month or two and was a keyboard warrior in his previous life, this was just a trash skill that revealed a huge after-effect.

In an instant, the icy blue flames unleashed a wave of dreamlike light, surging wildly into the dark cave and freezing everything in their path.

Serres expressed his approval of the dragon.

It spews flames, but the result is ice damage.

This is just as sophisticated as the ground spike technique he once invented, known as "Meteor Shower."

Klein remained motionless, entering a state of "recollection walking" a split second before his breath was about to hit, thus becoming immune to the attack from the real world while triggering the "ultimate evasion" of the [Moment] imprint.

Kawi!

The next second, Klein appeared directly behind Yulisian, mimicking the Skyfire Pistol, and pulled the trigger.

A pillar of fire, a mixture of golden and crimson, shot out and struck Yulisian's shoulder.

But right there, pieces of armor resembling ice crystals appeared on it and spread slightly outwards.

Steam rose up with a hissing sound.

Julian cried out in pain, tilted his head back, and exhaled like a leaky faucet spraying everywhere.

The surging, icy blue light engulfed everything like a tidal wave, freezing all things in its path. In the cramped environment of the cave, there was no safe zone left for the target.

Just as the surroundings were about to turn into an ice coffin, a huge gray-blue figure appeared in front of the others.

The giant Grosser silently stepped forward, kneeling on his left knee, his back bent forward, and planted his broad, straight greatsword in front of him.

A dawn-like light then shone forth, forming illusory walls on either side of Grosser, protecting everyone behind them.

At the same time, several purple paper figures disappeared into the bodies of the individuals, causing their spirituality to surge dramatically!
The icy blue "tide" surged in, first parted by the vertical giant sword, and then crashed into the dawn light on both sides.

They could clearly see that the fire that had been burning had gone out, and the dim light from outside shone through the layers of ice crystals, making it exceptionally dark.

Immediately afterwards, the greatsword planted in the ground emitted rays of light like the dawn, and Grosser pulled the greatsword up with force. The rays of dawn converged, enveloping Grosser, and then transformed into a storm of light that swept outwards.

It actually split the breath in two.

Grosser himself didn't expect it; he thought he would be frozen for at least a few seconds.

Without a sound, a huge crack appeared in the ice, as if it had melted, and it stretched all the way out of the cave.

Grosser had no time to think. He stomped his right foot and his gray-blue figure vanished from the spot, charging towards Yulisian like a cannonball.

Behind him, the phantom of the purple paper figure reappeared, its arms outstretched like a pair of wings.

The elven singer, Shatas, whose hair hadn't even been tied up yet, rushed out of the cave with her bow and arrow, caught in the swirling gale without any cushioning. She drew her bow and nocked the arrow in one fluid motion, and the golden arrow, crackling with electricity, shot out. Suddenly, a pair of small wings unfolded in mid-air, giving her a second burst of speed, and she pierced straight into Yurisian's eye at a speed that even Shatas herself couldn't have predicted.

Wearing an asymmetrical black coat, Viscount Mobert Zoroaster of the Solomon Empire muttered, "Don't rush... finally here," as he strode along, close behind Shatas. As he reached out to grab something, Mobert seemed to hear a chorus of dozens of people singing simultaneously. He felt as if he had performed this action dozens of times, as if he had committed theft dozens of times.

Yulisian's intended breath attack vanished instantly, while Mobert opened his mouth and spat out a much thinner "flame" beam.

The ascetic Snowman, who had been facing the rock wall, also stood up and tapped his chest four times, seemingly drawing something resembling a cross.

"May the Lord bless you."

With a hoarse, dry voice, he walked barefoot through the cold ice and through the cracks towards the cave.

A purple halo appeared behind him, making him appear like a messenger of the sun.

He subconsciously reached out and grasped, and a purple spear appeared.

He glanced at Klein not far away, and whispered, "God said, it works." Then he bent down, swung his arm, and threw it with force.

Outside the cave, Yulisian flapped his wings, preparing to take flight and distance himself from the several extraordinary individuals who were attacking him, ensuring his own safety.
At the same time, arrows, breath, and spears all struck.

Suddenly, the Frost Yurisian's wings, which had been covering the sky, seemed to be covered by something ten or a hundred times its own weight, making flapping extremely difficult.

Gravity has increased exponentially!
A golden sphere appeared in Klein's hand.

Mimicry Star of Eden.

Heavenly tyrant, behold what it looks like when stars shatter!

The "King of the North" immediately let out an angry roar, and the huge sound waves penetrated into the ears of Klein, Longzel, and Grosser at the forefront.

Instinctively, the punitive knight Longzel raised his greatsword and solemnly pronounced judgment.

"death penalty!"

Without any preconditions, the death sentence was pronounced directly.

It seemed as if angels were blowing on either side of him, and a purple halo appeared at the tip of the sword.

With a downward swing, the heavy sword, representing judgment, sliced ​​through the air, producing a sound like a battlefield horn.

A purple guillotine appeared above Julian's head.

(False) Imperial Edict Judgment Machine.

Ice Dragon, Ice Dragon, don't cry...

The guillotine fell immediately as Long Ze'er swung it down.

This was the first time Klein had used the power of harmony, and he hadn't expected it to be so effective.

Grosser then rushed in front of Yulisian, his greatsword, wreathed in the dawn, striking simultaneously with Judgment's slash.

But Yurisian was ultimately a powerful being close to a demigod. Even though its brain was not as sharp as the curly-haired baboon's, its spiritual intuition still allowed it to make instinctive judgments.

Its wings blocked Grosser's slash, deflecting him, and it immediately raised them above its head, attempting to block the Judgment's strike.

The wings broke off the next second.

But the judgment only affected its wings; Yurisian twisted its neck, and the guillotine failed to kill it.

It roared to the sky, and ice and snow gathered at its feet, as if trying to be pushed away by the wind and snow.

But suddenly the sky darkened.

The pitch-black dome descended.

The surrounding scenery was eroded in an instant.

The Dominate Theater has arrived!

(End of this chapter)