Man on the ark, forced to become king

Lin Lu drew some of the frost condensed from her combat technique and covered her arm with it to form a layer of solid ice. She took tiny steps and dodged all attacks by the smallest margin, turning around almost brushing the edge of the demonic sword.

Boom!

The crimson greatsword struck the forearm covered in solid ice, only to be pushed back by the suddenly rising golden emblem, causing the demon swordsman's body to stiffen.

Golden Parry!

The brief moment of stiffness on the battlefield had already sealed his fate. A hand covered in lightning grabbed the demon swordsman by the throat, and the next second, he was lifted high into the air and spun wildly. Ominous black flames burst out from the gaps in his armor, spreading rapidly and eventually forming a burning human-shaped torch, forcing back the other demon swordsmen who tried to advance.

Hunting Gods: Black Flame - Black Flame Vortex!

An ominous fire spread from the darkness, turning pale, swirling and dancing, expanding into a massive vortex that ignited the spells covering the demon swordsmen's bodies along with their flesh.

It does not burn flesh and blood, but uses life as fuel.

The Sarkaz, who drive their spells at the cost of their lives, lack precisely enough vitality.

By the time they realized something was wrong and retreated, it was too late. The few demon swordsmen closest to the black flame vortex were instantly burned to ashes by the black flames. Their lifeless bodies withered and pulverized, leaving only a pile of armor rolling on the ground.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Some died in the black flames, while others seized the opportunity when the combat technique ended. The demon swordsman, whose whole body was covered in blood-red energy, rushed in from outside the still-dissipating vortex with a near-madness. For the first time, the magic-wrapped demon sword truly cut through flesh, drawing out blood.

However, that's all.

Lin Lu didn't care about the foot-long wound on his back at all. He turned around with a savage grin, his palms pressed together like a spearhead, piercing through the fragile connection at the neck of the armor, and drawing blood from the demon swordsman's body.

Combat Skill: Blood Collection!

The Blood Alliance combat technique from the Blood King Mongols has the primary ability to steal the blood and life of the enemy to nourish oneself!

puff!

As the hand was pulled out, blood splattered. The wound left by the demon swordsman not only healed instantly under the effect of the blood collection, but his remaining blood was also used as a weapon to strike his comrades.

The curved blade formed from blood spun and slashed horizontally, cutting through several slightly damaged demonic swords.

Lin Lu, who wielded the power of blood, was practically immortal in the eyes of these Sarkaz soldiers.

Each enemy attack took away a comrade; their ruthless and unreasonable pure power shattered their defenses with overwhelming force. However, most of the attacks that required them to pay the price of their lives to unleash were dodged by their exquisite footwork.

That person seemed to be covered in eyes; he was practically flawless!

Only attacks that truly risk one's life can be effective, but those wounds will heal completely in the blink of an eye.

This is an unequal battle!

After losing more than half of their comrades, the remaining Sarkaz soldiers finally realized this.

The man in front of them was no match for them!

It was less of a battle and more of a one-sided massacre and amusement!

Even the most frenzied beast knows what fear is.

However, when the magic swordsmen on the front lines tried to retreat, they were met with despair to discover that the sorcerers using magic in the rear had been slaughtered by a girl with white horns.

She was dressed in a tattered black robe, carrying a long, narrow black sword in one hand, with corpses lying at her feet.

That flash of sword light seemed to divide the world into two colors, a floating, blazing white that made both armor and magic as fragile as white paper, easily torn apart.

One step, one kill.

The retreating demon swordsmen were all lying on the ground within a few dozen seconds.

"interesting."

Lin Lu didn't care about those guys who were already terrified; he now had a better opponent.

This outfit looks very familiar...

If he remembered correctly, the girl in front of him was dressed almost identically to the two black-clad masterminds he had encountered when he first arrived. The white horns on their heads and the small ornaments hanging from their bodies made it clear that they were from the same organization.

Why would she attack soldiers who were supposed to be her accomplices?

The plan failed, so they killed him to cover it up?

It doesn't make much sense no matter how you look at it.

However, Lin Lu only thought about it for a moment before putting those complicated things out of her mind.

Who cares why? As long as we know they're enemies, that's enough.

He could sense that this seemingly young girl was a formidable opponent.

"I--"

The girl held the longsword to her chest, the slender scabbard almost squeezing into the deep cleavage that couldn't be concealed. She seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by a fist enveloped in red lightning as soon as she opened her mouth.

"@＃%*＆~"

An ancient and obscure language was uttered from the girl's mouth, as if chanting. A tangible light rose from her body, and the sensation of her fist hitting it felt like hitting a stone.

Hard, ridiculously hard.

This was the first time he had ever encountered such a tough spell shield... By the way, is this thing really a spell shield?

This guy is definitely a master.

Lin Lu has always respected worthy opponents, and he has decided to get serious.

At the very least, we should get weapons, right?

It would be impolite to fight such an enemy empty-handed...

With a whooshing sound, the rectangular Mare family execution sword spun and swept across the crimson trail before landing in the palm of the hand, a touch of ice blue rapidly spreading and replacing the crimson swirling around the sword.

hum~ hum~ hum~

The already enormous greatsword was raised above his head with both hands, and the broad, ice-blue energy sword completely enveloped the blade. It trembled three times and became even larger!

Combat Technique - Magnificent! Kalia!

A terrifying energy surge erupted, causing even the aloof girl to change color. She dared not use her shield to withstand the attack any longer, and instead held the longsword she was holding in her arms horizontally in front of her, its blade unsheathed.

A single sword strike, like the dawn!

The shield formed by the light shattered instantly, the greatsword formed by the combat technique vanished without a trace, and the girl's figure flew back several meters before landing steadily on the ground, slightly panting, but unharmed.

"We are not enemies."

Taking advantage of the moment she landed, she finally had the chance to say what she hadn't finished saying before.

"I came to rescue Princess Theresa. Thank you for your help."

As she said this, she actually lowered her guard, sheathed her sword, and bowed slightly.

"..."

The extinguishing flames burning in her palm died down into a wisp of smoke. Lin Lu's hand remained less than half a meter away from the girl, but she ultimately did not strike.

"who are you?"

After venting her anger on those demon swordsmen and having just had a satisfying sword fight, Lin Lu felt much better. She raised an eyebrow, intending to hear what this guy was up to. What if he really was a reinforcement for the Tower of Babel?

"I……"

Upon hearing the question, the girl paused slightly, momentarily speechless, as if she hadn't thought of an answer.

“I…you can call me Shining.”

"As you can see, I used to belong to a Sarkaz medical organization and was a doctor."

Lin Lu: ? ? ? ?

As I see it?

I couldn't tell you were a doctor at all!

Chapter 158 Theresa Darkmoon Balloon Form

I draw my sword, chop people, and kill without blinking an eye, but I'm a good doctor.

Looking left and right, Lin Lu finally found a small bag with a medical mark on it next to the girl. This was the only mark on the girl's body that was related to a doctor.

"You're from the Tower of Babel?"

"No, it's not."

Shining lowered her eyes, as if she had heard something extremely disgusting, and her usually cold expression wavered for a moment.

"I... am a free man now."

"A free man?"

Lin Lu raised an eyebrow, quite surprised.

This word is extremely rare.

In this war-torn country, everyone is both free and the least free.

They were forced to get involved in all sorts of struggles and use every means to survive.

The Tower of Babel, the royal army, mercenaries, scavengers... no one can escape the great net that hangs over everyone's heads; they will only be strangled by the ropes of fate little by little.

Freedom comes at a price.