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Chapter 417 The First Use of the Spirit Thread

"You can give it a try!"

Faced with Algorim's provocation, Fricka's voice carried a chilling undertone.

With a flick of her wrist, Frika held a gleaming short sword in her hand.

After glancing disdainfully at the short sword whose hilt was no longer than his arm, Algorim said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish."

To prevent these despicable Asgardians from escaping with the Aether while he was dealing with their Queen.

Before attacking Frika, Argolim didn't forget to give an order to the five cursed elves behind him.

"You guys go retrieve the Aether particles, I'll deal with this old woman."

After saying that, Algorim strode towards Frika.

"Buzz!"

Before the person even arrived, the buzzing sound of a sharp sword slicing through the sky rang in Algorim's ears.

Seeing the cold glint in his eyes, Argolim sneered, his body surging with violent energy. Then, with an incredibly explosive punch, he unleashed a burst of air and slammed it into the gleaming magical short sword.

next second.

A flash of blood appeared, followed by the flying of a huge head.

The splattering hot blood instantly drenched Argorim's face as his punch missed.

"What happened?"

Argolim was slightly taken aback as he watched the Queen of Heaven, Frika, vanish like bubbles under his fist, and the cursed elf beside him whose head had been severed by a single sword strike.

But then he immediately understood what had happened.

"Illusion! You damned old witch, you're asking for it!"

With a roar, the enraged Algorim stomped his foot on the ground and vanished from his spot.

"boom!"

After a deafening roar, rocks flew through the air, and the magnificent, thick walls of the Asgard were blasted down by Algorim's single punch.

However, the moment Argolim's punch landed, Queen Frika, who had just severed the head of a cursed elf, vanished from her spot like a bubble once more.

"Ding!"

It was another stab.

But this time...

The short sword in Frika's hand, which was comparable to a demigod artifact under the enhancement of magic, barely pierced the layer of black rock armor on Argolim's body before being blocked by the surging curse power within him.

Upon feeling the strong resistance, Queen Fricca's expression changed, and she quickly withdrew.

"call out!"

Before Frika could retreat, a gust of wind swept through, and the enraged Argolim's attack vanished in an instant.

Just as Algorim's whip kick was about to strike Fricka, a maid wielding a greatsword leaped and slashed down at Algorim's whip kick.

boom!

After a loud bang, the greatsword in the maid's hand shattered under Algorim's whip kick, and Algorim's whip kick, with its remaining force, slammed into her chest.

"Snap!"

In an instant, the female warrior's chest collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterward, under the terrifying force, the maid was blasted away at an even faster speed than when she arrived.

As she was thrown backward, blood gushed from her mouth and nose, and her internal organs were shattered. Her eyes dimmed, and she lost her last glimmer of life.

However, the maid's selfless act of blocking the way bought Queen Frika time, allowing her to avoid Algorim's counterattack at the last moment.

"Oh!"

Turning to glance at the lifeless Asgardian maid, Argolim sneered at Fryka, "You overconfident fool! Without these creatures to stop you, how many more times can you, this old witch who flaunts her sorcery, last against me?"

"Before that, taking care of you is enough."

After saying that, Frika took a deep breath, blocking out the negative emotions brought about by the maid's death, and once again ran her hand over the short sword in her hand.

【Sharpness】

[Breaking the Demon]

[Armor Penetration]

The next second, one spell after another was cast by Frika onto the magical short sword in her hand.

In an instant, the power of the top-tier semi-divine artifact short sword in her hand increased once again.

After enhancing the magic longsword in her hand, Frika cast several status spells on herself, including [Lightness] and [Agility].

After Frika finished doing all this, Algorim's attack came down again.

Faced with Algorim's attack, a glint of azure magical light flashed in Queen Frika's eyes, and she swung her sword to meet Algorim's attack.

of course.

The one who swung his sword at Algorim was just a phantom clone of Fricca.

That was just a brief, tentative exchange.

While nearly inflicting a serious injury on Frika, it also allowed her to discover Argorim's weakness.

By fusing his life and soul with the cursed core, Algorim's strength and defense increased dramatically, but this also inevitably caused his will to fall into a state of weakened euphoria.

While his mind was experiencing extreme excitement amidst the pain, Algorim's original will was weakened considerably.

The powerful Argolim was easily drawn into the illusion woven by Frika.

After realizing this.

While using illusions to deceive Argolim once again, Frika decisively abandoned her attack on Argolim and instead turned her attention to the cursed elves behind him.

Compared to Argolim, the cursed elves behind him were clearly much easier to deal with.

Whether in terms of strength, speed, or physical defense, he is far inferior to Algorim.

If we can eliminate Algorim's men before he realizes what's happening, it will be much easier for Algorim to deal with them.

However, Frika's idea was quite good.

However, the other dark elves who had been fused with the cursed core were not lambs to the slaughter.

After Frika, who was blessed with various buff spells, stabbed another companion to death, one of the cursed elves seized the opportunity and grabbed the magical short sword from Frika's hand as he retreated.

"Die, you old witch!"

Seeing their companion seize Frika's weapon, the other two cursed elves used weapons they had seized from the dungeon to stab Frika's body.

And at this time.

Argolim once again saw through Frika's illusion, and without hesitation launched a pincer attack on her from behind.

Originally, the last maidservant who was under Frika's orders to protect Jane, upon seeing the Queen in danger, did not hesitate to leap out of the corridor and thrust her longsword at Argolim, who was closest to her, attempting to buy Frika more time with her own life.

But this time...

Before she could get what she wanted.

Argorim, who was charging toward Frika, threw a spear with his backhand.

A loud blast of air followed.

The spear that Algorim had seized from the Asgardian warriors pierced the female warrior's abdomen, pinning her to the wall behind her.

After getting rid of the troublesome guy.

Just as Algorim was about to twist the old witch's head off and end the life of Fricka, the Queen of Asgard,...

Suddenly, he felt his body becoming uncoordinated, and it felt as if a lot of glue had been poured into his joints.

"not good!"

Having been deceived by Frika's illusions several times, Algorim, who had become unusually sensitive, almost immediately noticed the abnormality in himself.

Argolim, thinking he had fallen for the old witch's trick again, was about to use the same method he had used to break through Frika's illusion to break it when...

His thinking suddenly became sluggish, and his mind seemed to be shrouded in thick fog. Every thought was stuck, and he had to exert a lot of effort to recall it before it became clear.

"This feeling..."

"No, this isn't an illusion!"

"Damn it, what kind of weird ability is this? Why do I feel like I'm about to lose my ability to think!"

"My senses have been clouded..."

"My consciousness is freezing, it's sinking!"

"This can't go on. I must fight back and break free..."

"But I... I just want to sink into this state!"

As these subconscious thoughts flashed intermittently through the air, Algorim's consciousness grew increasingly blurred.

"roar!"

While he was still relatively conscious, Algorim pulled a dagger from his waist and stabbed it into his left arm.

"hiss·····"

Stimulated by the pain, Algorim finally regained some consciousness.

But at this moment, Algorim was horrified to discover that his joints seemed to be covered by a sticky "glue," making his movements increasingly stiff and jerky.

Even more terrifying was that the cursed power within him, which seemed poised to burn away his life and soul, became darkened under that strange force.

·······

"That's really not easy!"

At the corner of the stairs, while Argolim and Frika were fighting, it took Erin, who was hiding in the shadows, about 15 seconds to finally gain initial control over Argolim's spirit threads.

Even though Algorim's thoughts had become sluggish, he was still able to perform actions and even forcefully resist the control originating from the depths of his spirit.

Fortunately, though.

His efforts finally paid off.

of course.

While distracted by manipulating the spirit threads of Argolim, Erin did not forget that Frika had almost fallen into a trap under the siege of the cursed elves.

Just as the two cursed elves were about to strike Frika with their sharp blades...

Suddenly, a wall of fire burst forth around Frika.

The flames, radiating terrifying heat, instantly blinded the two cursed elves.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Frika decisively released her longsword and then used a bridge maneuver to dodge two weapons that came through the wall of fire.

"Entangle!"

As Frika dodged the fatal blow, the wall of fire surrounding her suddenly transformed into several fire serpents, which coiled around the three cursed elves surrounding Frika.

In an instant, nine fire serpents coiled around the three cursed elves.

"burn!"

next second.

The fire serpents coiled around the three cursed elves opened their hideous, blood-red maws and lunged to devour their heads.

at the same time.

The blazing white flames, carrying terrifyingly high temperatures, instantly enveloped the three cursed elves, burning them fiercely.

"retreat!"

As the three cursed elves were being burned by the flames, Frika suddenly heard Erin's voice in her ears.

Upon hearing this voice, Frika did not hesitate and immediately stepped back.

At the same time that Frika suddenly quit.

One of the cursed elves, engulfed in flames, glanced at the retreating Frika, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes. He then resolutely activated the cursed core deep within his body, which had not yet been fully digested, and chose to self-destruct.

"All for the sake of darkness!"

Upon hearing the roar emanating from the flames, the group of healers who had been retreating since the appearance of the cursed elves, sensing the terrifying energy of the raging storm, immediately led Jane into the corner of the stairs on the next floor and sped away.

Upon receiving Erin's warning, Queen Frika retreated rapidly, and a bright blue magical shield rose around her.

Almost the instant the magical shield on Frika was formed.

A terrifying energy surge, along with bursts of shattered flames, instantly swept across all directions.

The magical shield that had just risen around Frika lasted for less than a second before being shattered by the terrifying energy shock.

The terrifying energy shock shattered Frika's magical shield, and the aftershocks continued to strike the Queen Frika.

"Wow!"

Under the intense energy impact, Frika was blasted backward, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted, causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood.

Just then.

A flame, swept by the energy impact and wrapped around Frika, rapidly expanded and instantly transformed into the shape of Erin.

"Walk!"

With a wave of his hand, he dispersed the sparks that were splashing onto Freda's clothes. Erin, who appeared beside Freda by leaping through the flames, picked him up and rolled away into the distance.

As they rolled, a massive scepter silently appeared in Erin's hand, then quickly emitted beams of pure white holy light, weaving together to form a huge shield behind Erin and Frika.

The center of the flames, shattered by the energy explosion.

The other two cursed elves, who were also seriously injured in the energy explosion, looked at their mangled bodies and exchanged a glance.

They all chose to self-destruct without prior agreement.

A scarlet, magma-like light surged rapidly within their bodies.

Immediately afterwards, two powerful energy shocks swept out in all directions once again.

Rumble!

After the deafening explosion.

(End of this chapter)