Chapter 93: The Rampaging Humanoid Dragon
Tyrosh, Purple Palace, Outer Fort
"Help!"
Bang bang... squelch...
"A monster!"
"Three-Faced God, save me!"
...Inside a corridor within one of the Outer Fort's internal chambers, Jon wielded Dark Sister, which had already shifted into its greatsword form. After enhancing all five of his core attributes, Jon now displayed an almost terrifying level of strength and control.
His figure moved like a bolt of lightning, rapidly weaving through the dense formation of enemy soldiers. Every swing of the flame-wreathed Dark Sister unleashed a violent gust of wind that howled through the corridor.
"Ugh... Aaaah..."
Three soldiers, unable to endure the overwhelming pressure, stepped forward together with spears raised, attempting to surround him from multiple angles. Unfortunately for them, their movements were utterly ineffective.
The moment their spears thrust forward—
Their vision blurred.
The world spun.
And in the next instant—
Everything went dark.
Before this battle, Jon had never imagined that he could reach such a level of power.
After accumulating a massive reserve of Soul Energy from previous engagements, he had attempted to raise all five of his attributes to approximately forty.
What he hadn't expected—
Was that the amplification from these attributes would elevate his combat ability to such a horrifying degree.
Under the continuous infusion of fire magic, Dark Sister burned with an intense, radiant heat, resembling the legendary blade . Wherever the greatsword swept, nothing remained intact.
The Tyroshi defenders were completely outmatched.
Their inferior equipment, shaken morale, and disorganized formations turned them into little more than grass before a scythe—cut down in waves without resistance.
With Jon's overwhelming physical strength added into the equation, Dark Sister seemed to dance effortlessly in his hands. Each swing cut through the air with a sharp, whistling sound, carrying destructive force with it.
Wherever the blade passed, enemies fell one after another.
Even when some soldiers dragged in chevaux-de-frise in an attempt to block the narrow corridor, they were unable to withstand even a single strike. The obstacles shattered instantly under the crushing force.
Behind Jon, the Giant Poison Spiders acted as relentless executioners.
Those few soldiers fortunate enough to avoid Jon's blade found themselves instantly overwhelmed by massive mandibles and razor-sharp claws. They had no time to react before being torn apart.
"Hmm?!"
Just as Jon cleared the chamber of defenders, his gaze suddenly sharpened.
At the far end of the corridor—
A massive triple-shot scorpion had been positioned directly at the entrance.
Despite his current strength, Jon remained cautious.
He was not yet capable of facing such a weapon head-on.
If his defensive attribute could reach fifty, perhaps he would dare to test it.
But now—
That would be courting death.
The craftsmanship of Myr in siege weapons and war machines was renowned across all of Essos. Jon had no intention of using his own flesh to test its destructive power.
Against ordinary soldiers, Jon's body was practically untouchable—
Their attacks were like light rain, incapable of harming him.
But against weapons such as wildfire or heavy siege artillery—
He would still need to evade.
Stepping back into the chamber, Jon shifted his focus.
The system interface appeared in his mind.
After selecting two spells, Dark Sister transformed once more—this time into its scepter form.
"Has that monster retreated?"
"What should we do now?"
"Should we bring out the wildfire?"
Several Tyroshi squad leaders couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief upon seeing Jon withdraw.
What had happened tonight was beyond terrifying.
Many soldiers had been killed in their sleep.
Others had died in the chaos, trampled by their own comrades in blind panic.
If not for the preparation of the triple-shot scorpion in advance, they might have already abandoned the position entirely.
"We..."
Boom... Ah—! My eyes!
"Three-Faced God above—I can't see anything!"
Before the squad leaders could finish speaking—
A strange explosion rang out.
In the next instant—
Blinding light consumed their vision.
One soldier who had been staring toward Jon caught a glimpse of it—
A staff.
At its tip—
A massive sphere of radiant light.
Whirrr... Thunk...
Despite their blindness, their bodies reacted instinctively.
The soldiers manning the scorpion pulled the firing levers.
The bolts shot forward, striking something solid.
The sound of blades piercing flesh echoed clearly.
That sound—
They had heard it countless times already.
Hope surged through them.
Had they… killed the monster?
Whirrr... Boom... Crack...
Just then—
A strange noise echoed through the chamber.
One of the soldiers, still blind, felt something stirring beneath his feet.
Before he could react—
The sensation vanished.
Then—
An explosion erupted beside him.
Pain surged through his body.
Then—
Nothing.
"What was that?!"
"Reinforcements! Get up here!"
"Attack! Attack! Fire everything into the corridor!"
The remaining squad leaders shouted frantically.
Though temporarily blinded, they understood that this effect could not last forever.
If they could suppress Jon—
If they could push him back—
They still had a chance.
Swish swish swish...
Arrows poured into the corridor in dense volleys.
After two full barrages—
A few soldiers cautiously leaned forward to check.
What they saw—
Was a corpse riddled with projectiles.
Three massive scorpion bolts.
Countless arrows.
Not a single space untouched.
"Did... did we kill him?"
"If he's still alive after that… is he even human?"
Whirrr... Boom...
Before they could process what they were seeing—
Another orb of light appeared.
The same fate followed.
To break the stalemate created by the scorpion, Jon had used Flash and Molten Flow in succession.
Flash—
Weak in damage, but capable of blinding enemies.
Molten Flow—
Powerful, but slow and easy to dodge.
Individually flawed—
But together—
Devastating.
Once he confirmed that the enemy had lost their ability to resist effectively, Jon's expression turned cold.
Taking advantage of their blindness—
He charged forward.
"Kill him!"
"He's not immortal!"
"Stop him before he casts again!"
Too late.
One squad leader, too focused on shouting orders, failed to notice how close Jon had gotten.
Before he could react—
Dark Sister pierced straight through his throat.
After killing him, Jon surged forward once more.
His blade moved like flowing fire.
His body twisted and turned with perfect precision, effortlessly evading every incoming attack.
His speed was so great that Dark Sister left behind countless blazing afterimages.
The Tyroshi soldiers' weapons shattered on contact—
As fragile as paper.
Despite their numbers—
They could not close the distance.
Several attempts were made to overwhelm him—
But none could even get within half a step.
It was as if they were fighting a storm.
A living embodiment of destruction.
Jon's blade became the scythe of death—
Harvesting lives without pause.
As time passed—
Fear spread rapidly among the Tyroshi soldiers.
The victory their officers had promised—
Never came.
Those who had shouted the loudest—
Were already dead.
Bang... Clang...
"Help!"
"Don't kill me!"
"I surrender—AAAGH!"
Under Jon's overwhelming pressure, the soldiers' morale collapsed completely.
When the first man turned to flee—
Others followed.
Then more.
Then all.
The entire formation disintegrated as the Tyroshi soldiers desperately tried to escape the chamber—
Fleeing from the rampaging Dragonlord in human form.
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