CHAPTER 452: Demonic Blades

The azure staff materialised in Tiana's hand, and immediately the element of water came to life in the region, which had just regained its elemental presence. The dry air was now filled with moisture, while the blanket of mist around Tiana grew thicker.

"Reynold, take care of those in the outer perimeter. You two get close to retrieve the Origin Crystal. I will use magic from the sides to support you both. Tiana bluntly chose herself as the leader, as the staff in her hand began to rapidly absorb the rich water element of the region.

"Let's go!" cried the old monster Stratholme in a low voice. A simple, unadorned longsword about the width of two fingers fell into his hand. Immediately after he spoke, he flew a hundred metres away and charged directly at the aliens who were performing some sort of evil ceremony.

Han Shuo was empty-handed. When he suddenly saw Stratholme on the move, Han Shuo turned into a cloud of black light and followed closely behind Stratholme. While in the air, Han Shuo's ten fingernails began to grow rapidly. In the blink of an eye, they were a metre long. His terrifying fingernails glittered with the sharp shine of a knife's edge.

Demonic Blades was a demonic art that could only be practiced by those who had reached the Carnal Realm, as the body of a demonic practitioner could only cause the sudden growth of demonic claws within the realm. Of course, those in the demonic sect would not simply call their own fingernails, no matter how long they were, 'claws', so they were called 'demonic blades'.

After the metre-long fingernails were imbued with Demonic Yuan, the Demonic Blades truly resembled sharp blades, even slightly sharper than some ordinary Class A weapons.

When the old monster Stratholme finally found the time to look behind him, he was shocked by the bizarre changes on Han Shuo's hands, wondering, "Is this kid even human? How come his nails are sharper than the sharpest knives?

Buzz... Buzz...

The aliens, in the middle of a procession, immediately sensed danger. They let out a deafening noise that echoed through the sky. For someone who was not a real expert like Han Shuo and the three, one like Cecilia, that buzzing alone would cause their eardrums to burst.

"I'll take the right, you take the left. Let's move!" Stratholme, the old monster, shouted loudly. An unhealthy light grey appeared on his handsome face. Before Han Shuo could reply, the old monster's speed suddenly multiplied and in an instant, he was streaking across the surface of the vast lake, heading for the island covered with aliens.

With a sweep of the longsword in Stratholme's hand, a colourless and shapeless combat aura erupted like a volcano. The bodies of a dozen or more aliens closest to Stratholme exploded violently, shattering into pieces just three metres from him.

For swordsmen and knights, although they possessed combat aura, their combat aura had different colours. From the pale blue combat aura of an apprentice swordsman to the golden combat aura of a sacred swordsman, they all had different colours. Legend had it that only an expert who had broken through to the level of Divine Swordmaster could possess a colourless and formless combat aura. This Stratholme before his eyes was obviously one of the said experts at the Divine Swordmaster level.

Had it not been for Han Shuo's powerful awareness and his unwavering attention to Stratholme's attack movements, he might not have been able to notice the intimidating colourless and formless combat aura condensed in the longsword so easily. Without any colour to indicate it, it would be hard for an opponent to know just how terrifying the aura was, and it would certainly give any of his opponents a headache.

Absolutely magnificent! A true demigod expert indeed! No wonder the Sacred Swordmaster Karel and Dempus suffered such a humiliating defeat. Han Shuo thought to himself after witnessing Stratholme's attack.

Even as he watched Stratholme, Han Shuo's own movements didn't slow down at all. When Stratholme drew his long sword, Han Shuo had landed in the middle of another side of the aliens. Hundreds of humanoids with green skin, python-like tails, and one or two horns on their heads fixed their green eyes coldly on Han Shuo. A dozen or more of these aliens were already charging at him.

"Hmph, just in time to try my new demonic art Demonic Blades on you fools," Han Shuo said to himself in a low voice, mockingly. His two bladed hands swiftly moved in a crisscrossing motion. Dazzling lights flashed one after the other as Han Shuo made his way forward, laughing grimly.

The few aliens that had attempted to approach him were now shredded into pieces, their bodies reduced to the fleshy equivalent of julienned vegetables. Some of these aliens even maintained a running position, but their heads and half of their bodies would fall cleanly apart.

Even more aliens were instantly transformed into severed limbs and corpses. Perhaps Han Shuo had swung his Demonic Blades too quickly, or perhaps the Demonic Blades themselves were too sharp, but there was not a single scream from the aliens, not even an expression of pain on their faces.

As if a disembodied, sharp weapon was constantly swirling around his body at such a high speed that it was impossible to see, Han Shuo advanced towards the centre of the island, and the aliens who rushed towards him from all sides simply shattered into pieces. None of them could get closer than three metres to Han Shuo.

Lightning Sacred Magus Reynold, who had just unleashed the large-scale lightning spell 'Omnipresent Lightning', showed a rather ugly expression. Under his voice, he shouted, "What a terrifying young man. It's no wonder Brettel City was left so brazen!"

Just then, a dense element of lightning converged from all directions. The bright, clear sky was transformed into hundreds, perhaps thousands, of bolts the size of an infant's arm. Accompanied by the fierce rumble of thunder, the lightning bolts tangled in the air like dragons before striking the island in the middle of the lake.

At last, Han Shuo had witnessed the true power of a Sacred Rank Magus' spell!

Hundreds of thousands of lightning bolts struck the bright, clear sky like a thunderstorm. Bolts of varying diameters filled the sky. Although Reynold's target was only the island in the middle of the lake, the range of this 'omnipresent lightning' spell was clearly far greater.

As thunder and lightning bombarded the ground below, the deep blue lake was transformed into a sea of electrical sparks. The calm of the lake was completely shattered by the rumbling. One after another, jets of water mixed with the power of lightning shot into the sky. The pillars of water were extremely muddy, obviously ejected from the bottom of the lake by the thunder.

Strings of electric currents flooded the great lake. Fish and shrimp, which weren't considered magical creatures, floated on the surface with their stomachs pointing skyward, dead beyond any doubt.

If the boundary itself was such a horrible sight, then surely the aliens on the island, the real targets, suffered even more devastation. Heavy lightning struck the land, densely packed. Every single one of those aliens collapsed to the ground, emitting thick, black smoke.

Of the aliens with less than three horns on their heads, not one survived the lightning magic attack.

Those with three horns were shaken to the point of madness and must have suffered quite extensive injuries. Only the four-horned aliens emerged unscathed. Each of them had their eyes fixed on Stratholme and Han Shuo, ready to unite and attack.

The five-horned alien leaders had not only managed to deflect all of the lightning, but before the lightning even got close to them, they perished from the energy they emitted, causing absolutely no damage. Of the four alien leaders, two remained at their posts to continue the ceremony, while the other two slowly rose into the sky, heading towards Stratholme and Han Shuo.

For Stratholme and Han Shuo, as the main assaulting forces, this kind of wide-ranging lightning magic had little negative effect on them. They continued to charge towards the altar.

The aliens with one or two horns had no chance of attacking Stratholme, and were massacred under the attacks of the two. And while the three-horned aliens, with their greater speed of movement and better physical defences, were able to resist the two for a while, they were unable to slow the pace of the two as they charged forward.

The four-horned aliens, however, were capable of flight. Over a dozen of these aliens closed in on Stratholme and Han Shuo separately. . Even with the sharp longsword and demonic blades wielded by Stratholme and Han Shuo, respectively, they could only leave a trail of blood and couldn't easily decapitate the aliens as they had before.

The four-horned aliens, despite their strength, were somewhat inferior to a sacred swordmaster, but they weren't far behind. Surrounded by menacingly powerful four-horned aliens, even Han Shuo and Stratholme held back.

More frighteningly, two of the five-horned alien leaders stepped down from the altar. Han Shuo had long appreciated the strength of these two alien chieftains. Their cold green eyes lacked the emotion that any mortal being would display. Even as they approached, a kind of destructive aura gathered wildly around their bodies.

"Elder Sister Tiana, can you do it now?" Stratholme, the old monster, cried.

"Hold on for two minutes. It will be ready soon!" Tiana replied from far away.

Han Shuo could feel the temperature in the area dropping rapidly. The huge lake that had been gushing a moment ago had actually turned into a thick layer of ice. Lightning still struck from time to time, but surprisingly, it was unable to break through the thick layer of ice. Even more frightening was the fact that the ambient temperature kept dropping. There seemed to be no trace of warmth between heaven and earth, only a terrible cold.

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