Elden Ring, building a legion of ashes

Chapter 138 Broom Star (Thanks to Mo Shang Ling Yuan for the donation!)

Greck looked up at the sky and roared.

At this moment, there was no longer a trace of reason in his eyes.

Only the thirst for power, that most greedy, most primal desire.

Then, to everyone's utter astonishment...

He raised the sharp battle axe in his hand and aimed it at his left arm.

"Pfft!!"

Without any hesitation, he swung the chop down hard.

Blood gushed out like a fountain and flowed into the black coffin.

Grek seemed to feel no pain.

As the severed limb fell to the ground, he let out a morbid laugh and plunged his still-bleeding left arm into the dragon's corpse.

This is the most forbidden secret technique of the Golden Clan—the art of limb extension.

"Gurgle gurgle—"

"Gurgle, gurgle"

The horrifying sounds of flesh writhing and slicing flesh echoed around them.

The dragon's dead flesh and Grik's living blood were frantically merging and connecting.

The once lifeless dragon corpse suddenly began to convulse violently!

"Aaaaaah!!"

"Witness it!!"

"My ancestors!! Be my witness!!"

With a shout of extreme excitement from Greck, he raised his left arm again.

However, at this moment, his left arm was no longer a human arm.

Instead, it was a huge, ferocious dragon's head.

The dragon head suddenly opened its eyes.

Those were vertical pupils with only whites, filled with a violent and destructive desire.

"boom-!!"

No one was given time to react.

The dragon head opened its enormous mouth, which was filled with fangs.

A dazzling red light surged deep within his throat.

The next instant, dragon flames powerful enough to melt steel erupted from Grek's left arm like a burst dam—"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!"

Wherever the flames passed, whether it was corpses, rubble, or giants lying on the ground, they were instantly engulfed by the crimson flames.

As Grek sprinted forward, he unleashed destructive dragon breath.

In an instant, the entire inner courtyard of Stoneville was transformed into a fiery inferno.

The scorching flames raged, even causing the hard stone slabs on the ground to crack and shatter due to the high temperature.

"Turn to ashes in my dragonfire!!"

"I am the King of Gold—Greek!!"

Seeing this hellish scene, Xia Tong's heart sank to the bottom.

At the start of the battle, he carefully searched the surroundings and found no dragon corpses.

That's exactly what he was guarding against.

However, to everyone's surprise, Grek had this trick up his sleeve.

He actually made the nine-headed son of evil omen pull the coffin, dragging the dragon corpse onto the battlefield!

Moreover, under the cover of the nine-headed, thick-skinned Ominous Child, Xia Tong and the others were completely unable to break through the defenses to stop the blasphemous limb-splitting ritual.

Kenneth Hyde, in the distance, leaned against the cold city wall, barely managing to keep himself from collapsing to the ground.

He felt his legs go weak, his teeth chattered, and he muttered, "It's over—"

"This is it, it's completely over—"

Neferi Lou, the female warrior standing on the edge of the sea of ​​fire, had an unusually calm expression.

However, her breathing became noticeably heavier.

At this moment, her already pale face was covered in black cigarette ash, and a few strands of her hair were singed by the high temperature.

However, in the firelight, her amber eyes remained as firm as iron.

The ruins of Yizhan Street.

Demi-human Burke and teacher Seren sat at the long table.

On the desktop, a mysterious blue light screen was clearly visible.

What was displayed inside the light screen was the chaotic, hellish scene in the inner courtyard square of Stoneville City at this very moment.

At this moment, most of the area was engulfed in flames.

The "limb" Grek, which resembles a mountain of flesh, is howling wildly.

He raised his deformed left arm high, and from within his enormous dragon head spewed scorching dragon flames powerful enough to melt rocks, mercilessly burning every living thing in his sight.

The Allied soldiers screamed and rolled in the sea of ​​fire; the scene was horrific.

"Teacher Serenity, Stoneville City is so chaotic and scary—"

As he watched the scene on the screen, the demi-human Burke looked anxious, his hands nervously twisting the hem of his clothes.

"Is Lord Xia Tong alright? How is he now?"

"Don't worry, let me take a look."

Teacher Seren's voice, hidden beneath the sapphire mask, remained calm.

She stretched out her slender, jade-like hands from beneath her magician's robes, her fingers flying across the paper as she formed several intricate and elegant hand seals.

Meanwhile, a hundred miles away...

On a towering tower in Stoneville, an inconspicuous black raven suddenly and strangely turned its head.

Its eyes gleamed with a faint blue light, its gaze sharp as a hawk's, as it relentlessly searched the chaotic inner courtyard below.

A moment later, its gaze locked onto a lithe figure dressed in Kaidan mercenary attire.

"I saw it! I saw it!"

Burke pointed excitedly at the figure on the screen that was nimbly weaving along the edge of the sea of ​​fire.

"That's Lord Xia Tong! He was wearing this same armor when we went to the coastal cave together!"

"Um""

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Teacher Seren nodded slightly, her tone calm.

"He's agile, and it seems he's mostly alright."

"That's good, that's good—"

Burke breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, but then frowned again.

"But I feel like the situation is very unfavorable right now."

"Greek's nine big fat guys are incredibly fierce. Each one could even take on a giant single-handedly, and they seem to be even more durable than the giants."

Teacher Seren explained, "That is a child of bad omens."

"Every Child of the Ominous is born with the primal power bestowed by the Forge of Life, possessing thick skin, great strength, and immense power."

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"They are not only capable of taking on a giant, a fully grown son of the ominous, but can even handle two or three ordinary trolls at the same time."

"Wow?! That's amazing?!"

Burke gasped in surprise, his eyes widening.

In his view, the enormous mountain demon was already an almost invincible existence, but he never expected that this fat man covered in tumors would be even more terrifying.

"And what about Teacher Seol-ryeon?"

Burke asked with some curiosity, his eyes sparkling.

"How many mountain demons can you handle?"

Ms. Serenity paused, then slowly turned her head toward Burke.

Then, she slightly raised her right hand and flicked it gently.

Immediately afterwards, a slender hand made of blue magic suddenly emerged from behind the head of the demi-human Burke.

The middle finger and thumb of that hand were clasped together, aimed at the back of Burke's head.

"collapse!"

A crisp sound.

Burke was immediately startled by the empty head and cried out "Ouch!" He covered his head, tears welling up in his eyes, and dared not ask any more questions.

The round table hall, the study of "Jazz Master".

This place is always so quiet and profound, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Only the embers in the fireplace next door occasionally crackled and popped.

On the long table that belonged exclusively to "Sir Gideon Ophniel," ancient scrolls and books were piled up.

At this moment, the de facto ruler of the round table hall was sitting upright in a high-backed chair.

He wasn't wearing his signature helmet; instead, his face was aged, gloomy, and wrinkled, and his fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, making a "tap, tap, tap" sound.

"How is it?"

Gideon's deep and authoritative voice broke the deathly silence in the study.

In front of his desk, the figure of Wang Hai Enxia, ​​clad in armor as white as withered bones, stood respectfully bowing.

"Stoneville—is in chaos right now."

Enxia spoke in a dry, hoarse voice.

Gideon raised an eyebrow slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Chaos, as expected."

"Stoneville City was already a mess, and that faded one named Xia Tong actually managed to unite those mountain demons and demi-humans, as well as Edgar from the Weeping Peninsula. He's quite capable."

"However, Grek is a demigod after all, and the foundation of the Golden Dynasty is not just for show."

"Even if he unites with these people, I think it's most likely he'll just be going to his death."

"Did Neferi go too?"

"Yes."

Ensha nodded, then added, "However—the situation is better than you imagined."

"Oh?"

Sir Hundred-Mindedness raised his eyebrows, clearly somewhat surprised.

Ensha continued, "All the knights who have lost their homes in the city have turned against us."

"In addition, the two Forge Knights also appeared and joined the ranks of the Faded One."

"Two Forge Knights?"

Gideon's fingers, which were tapping the table, suddenly stopped.

"You mean—the one in Stormhill prison has also been released?"

"Yes."

Upon hearing the words "the Forge Knights have betrayed us," a hint of surprise finally flashed in Gideon's cloudy eyes.

"I never imagined that those two old fogies, Cambri and Perm, would betray the Golden Dynasty for a newcomer, the Faded One—"

Gideon slammed the book shut with a loud thud.

He stood up, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and stared intently at Eunha.

"Where's that good-for-nothing Greg?"

"Doesn't he still have a trump card up his sleeve? That dead dragon—didn't he use it?"

"I used it."

Ensha replied.

"Greek severed his left arm midway through the battle and reattached it to the dragon head."

"So what's the current situation of the battle?"

Gideon's voice suddenly became urgent.

He desperately needed to know the course of the war, as it directly concerned the ownership of the Great Rune and his next move.

"What are Xia Tong's chances of winning now?"

Ensha was silent for a moment, seemingly assessing the situation on the battlefield.

He then gave an answer that shocked Gideon.

"Fifty-fifty."

"A 50/50 chance?!"

How could they possibly fight a demigod who had been given the power of a dragon to a standstill?

A dangerous glint flashed in Gideon's eyes.

"It seems—I've been underestimating this guy named Xia Tong all along."

"He is a variable—perhaps even a huge variable capable of stirring up the stagnant waters of the entire border region."

After a moment of contemplation, he waved his hand, signaling Enxia to step down.

"Keep an eye on it."

"If Xia Tong wins—then let him win."

"As long as he remains useful to the Round Table Hall, he will be a useful tool."

At this point, Gideon's eyes turned incredibly cold.

"If he loses—bring his body back."

Wang Hai Enxia, ​​who was in the shadows, nodded slightly.

Then, his figure disappeared back into the darkness.

Gideon was left alone, staring blankly at the flickering candlelight on the table, his eyes gleaming.

Stoneville, inner courtyard square.

"A demigod—after all, he's just a demigod."

"Possessing the bloodline of a god, even the weakest demigod is not to be underestimated."

Xia Tong wiped the soot off her face, looked at the raging dragon flames in the distance, and sighed inwardly.

He suddenly remembered what Perm had said to him that day at the foot of the cliffs in Stoneville: "You underestimate Grek too much."

Indeed, Grek wasn't as bad as people imagined.

The fact that he was able to prepare the trump card of the Nine-Headed Evil Omen's Son Raking the Dragon Corpse proves that he is by no means just a reckless brute.

Faced with the sons of evil wielding great curved swords, and Grek's overwhelming destructive dragonfire.

The coalition's defenses were on the verge of collapse.

Most of the Allied soldiers, seeing the hellish scene, had lost their will to fight.

A wave of intense heat hit us!

The flames from the dragon were extremely viscous, like a bone-deep infection; once it touched you, it was almost impossible to extinguish until it burned through your very marrow.

Bathed in the protective circle of dragon flames, Grek was virtually invincible, and no one could get close to him.

Even for powerful individuals like Oreg and Ruthel who possess teleportation abilities, dealing with them is extremely troublesome.

Because the dragon's flames can be spewed over a very long distance and cover a very large area, there is very little room to dodge.

Just then.

"Hey! Hey!!"

Above the battlefield, the sharp cries of eagles rose and fell in waves.

Those were the Stormhawks that had come to reinforce us earlier.

As one mournful cry after another rang out, seven or eight Storm Eagles circled in the air before abruptly folding their wings.

Then, like a group of silver swords, they swooped down on Grek without hesitation.

The original eagle claws had long been chopped off and replaced with sharp blades.

They tried to charge and disrupt Grek's breathing rhythm.

Greck looked up, his face, covered in blood and cigarette ash, filled with mockery.

"A bunch of hairy beasts, you think you can shake me?"

He suddenly raised that ferocious dragon head.

"boom--!!"

A dragon flame, thicker than ever before, spewed from Grek's dragon head.

This time, the dragon flame did not spread out in a fan shape as before.

Instead, it was compressed into a towering pillar of fire, which slammed into the swooping flock of eagles.

"Hey——!!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the sky.

The seven or eight war eagles didn't even get close to Grek before they were all engulfed by the dragon flames.

They instantly transformed into burning fireballs, plummeting towards the ground.

The charred feathers and blackened skeleton fell like black snowflakes, still carrying embers.

Seeing this, Xia Tong and Neferi Lu's eyes turned red, and their fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

On the edge of the battlefield.

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The Forge Knight Cambri was kneeling on one knee, leaning on his greatsword, breathing heavily.

His strength had already been largely depleted in the previous head-on battle with Grek.

He then grappled with those troublesome descendants of the aristocratic families who had undergone limb extensions, as well as the garrison, and by this time his physical strength had been pushed to its limit.

In contrast, Perm, who has not used his full strength, is in much better condition.

"Perm! You're really not going to do anything?!"

Cambrie looked at his brother and shouted a question.

Perm looked at the arrogant Grek and the corpses and scorched earth scattered on the ground, and sighed softly.

Then, he finally moved.

Suddenly, he sprang up, transforming into a crimson streak of light, and rushed toward Grek.

"Follow me!!"

He let out a deafening roar, shouting at Xia Tong, Neferi, and the others.

When they were still ten zhang away from the other side.

Perm stopped abruptly, his chest heaving violently.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw a huge crimson sac of light bulge out below Perm's throat, like a giant dragon.

Pray for the furnace of a hundred faces!

"roar--!!!"

A mouthful of golden flames, imbued with divine attributes, erupted from his mouth.

Seeing the other party charging towards him, Grek raised the huge dragon head again.

However, the intense, continuous spewing of dragon flames had greatly depleted his stamina, and sweat was clearly visible on his forehead.

"boom!!"

Two flames clashed fiercely in the air: one was a blazing orange-yellow dragon flame, and the other was a golden furnace flame.

The two terrifying energies collided, and for a moment they were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Perm's face flushed red, and his veins bulged.

"Hurry!! I can't hold on much longer!!"

He roared and slammed the longsword in his right hand into the ground to support his body.

Then, gathering all his strength, his throat sac swelled up again, desperately resisting Grek's dragon flames, buying everyone that one last chance to get close.

With Grek tied down by Perm's furnace flames, he was unable to attend to his surroundings.

Xia Tong, Neferi, Rutil, Oreg, and Ingwell all sprang up at the same time and launched a final charge against Grek.

Just then.

The black crow that had been circling above the tower in the distance suddenly stopped.

The blue light in its eyes surged, and the brightness instantly reached its maximum.

Then, the crow's form instantly collapsed, turning into countless blue specks of light.

It did not disappear, but rather collapsed and reorganized at an extremely rapid pace.

In an instant, it transformed into a broom star, as large as several adult heads, radiating a deep blue, dazzling light.

Broom Star is one of the highest-level spells taught in the Kaleros classroom.

Even within the entire Realucalia Academy, very few people are capable of casting this kind of magic.

Then we saw the broom star rush out.

It was not just a ball of light, but also a comet with a long, broom-like, brilliant tail.

There were also some small fragments of pyroxene crystals surrounding it.

"Ugh—!!"

As it sped off, a deafening roar that seemed to tear the air apart filled the air.

It was like a small meteorite that had actually fallen from the sky, carrying a terrifying force as it locked onto Grik below.

At this moment, Grek was opening his ferocious dragon mouth wide, and the flames deep in his throat were still spraying against Perm.

The strange noise from above clearly caught his attention.

He instinctively looked up, and then his pupils contracted sharply.

The destructive blue light instantly filled his vision.

"This is...this is a broom star?!"

Greck was immediately horrified.

He had witnessed this magic.

That was a secret technique of the entire Realucalia Academy, and it was extremely powerful.

I never expected to encounter it in person today, and it was rushing towards me.

Just as he was about to make a dodging move, he felt a sharp pain in his back.

"Pfft!"

A spear wreathed in black mist and black-gold flames pierced through his chest.

Greck turned around in shock and anger, only to see the cold figure of the headless knight Ruthel.

But it's not over yet.

He then felt a sharp pain in his right knee and involuntarily knelt down on one knee.

Oreg's twin swords struck his knees, causing him so much pain that he couldn't stand on his right leg.

At that moment, the giant broom star finally crashed down.

"Whoosh—!!"

There was absolutely no deviation.

The enormous broom star, gleaming with a destructive blue light, pierced through Grek's open, fire-breathing dragon mouth. The broom star was too large and too powerful, like a cannonball, violently shooting deep into the dragon's head.

"Thump!!!"

A muffled explosion.

The dragon head on Grek's left arm, which had been grotesque and terrifying, suddenly expanded outwards like a balloon that had been blown up.

The hard scales on the dragon's neck shattered instantly.

Countless dazzling azure rays shot out from the cracks in the skin.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Accompanied by a series of chilling sounds of flesh being torn apart.

Grek's prized dragon head with its extended limbs was blasted into a bloody mess and reduced to fragments in the explosion of the blue gem magic!

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