Chapter 816: Chapter 420: Louis, You Dirty Scum_2
"What a terrifying power, truly worthy of being our empire’s strongest."
"Do you really have the mood to marvel at this right now?" Olivia sighed, "That thing is here to destroy everything."
"What can I do? I can’t beat it, so all I can do is stand here and marvel."
"That Black Sun... is not Father."
Olivia quietly watched the Black Sun and suddenly spoke.
Alice spread her hands and said:
"How do you know?"
Olivia sighed and said, "That thing should be the ultimate trump card of the Love God’s dark side."
"You mean..."
"The Black Sun up there... is a painting."
Alice opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Olivia said with a troubled look: "I know Lady Xilin’s paintings are strong, but is there no limit to these things?"
Lady Xilin’s works are a good thing.
Whether it’s the nearly indestructible Snow Country walls or Louis’ painted door, they have magical effects.
According to Louis, the painting corresponds to reality. If the real object corresponding to the painting is destroyed, the summoned scene from the painting gains nearly indestructible properties.
This is also why Louis, with just a painting, trapped the Love God’s dark side back then.
But now, the tables have turned against them.
The ones being trapped by Xilin’s painting are them now.
"Are you saying that’s Lady Xilin’s painting?"
A solemn voice appeared beside the two.
They turned around and saw the Flame Knight standing there, unmoving for a long time.
Olivia nodded and said:
"It certainly isn’t Father. The Purgatory Dragon’s power is also of the Divine Realm; no matter how strong Father is, he shouldn’t be unscathed... unless that Black Sun doesn’t have the concept of being injured."
Aaron nodded and said:
"If that’s the case, then there’s still a chance."
"What do you mean?" Olivia frowned.
"If it’s Lady Xilin’s painting, it’s absolutely impossible for the Black Sun to stay in the sky forever."
The two women suddenly understood.
Alice laughed and said: "You mean that the Black Sun will soon self-destruct?"
"Yes, no matter how strong Xilin is, no matter how precious the painting left behind, it can’t allow the Black Sun to exist for a long time in the world."
Aaron sighed.
The Black Sun was too powerful.
So powerful that it exceeded the limits of what a painting could contain.
In this situation, even if someone could replicate this power, they would constantly have to endure the backlash.
Ultimately, if this thing doesn’t disappear... the Love God’s dark side would only need to wield this painting in front of all the top forces once to make most of them bow.
The reason they don’t do this is simply because...
They can’t.
Understanding this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
If it’s not doable, then there’s still a chance.
Olivia thought for a moment and said, "Go help him (Louis), I can hold on here for a while."
"Alright."
Logically, the one who should be helped most is Olivia’s side.
But since the other side said this, it meant they had made a judgment, and freeing Louis first would be more beneficial to Lokeshi.
Of course, he somewhat understood why the princess would think this way.
Looking at the "demiplane" that instantly enveloped the entire Imperial Capital and the Endless Wilderness beyond, he also couldn’t calm down for a long time.
What a... what an expansive demiplane, no, is this still the demiplane as he knew it?
He, with his demigod perception, couldn’t even grasp the boundaries of the demiplane.
This could very well be an almost complete world.
Such terrifying power was released immediately, showing just how anxious Louis was.
He feared being a step too slow, unable to protect the princess of the Ense Empire.
Indeed, a demigod’s demiplane is the ultimate way to maximize their home field advantage.
But many forget that starting a battle within a demiplane does grant a boost in combat power but also means the battlefield moves inside their territory.
Only the demigod knows how painful the resulting damage is.
Doing this now was out of desperation.
But...
To witness this strongman gradually becoming a legend at their peak, what an exhilarating thing it is.
Seeing numerous small suns rising in the sky, their terrifying shockwaves shaking the surroundings.
He laughed heartily, took up his longsword, transformed into the rising sun, and charged in that direction.
"I’m here to assist you!"
Amidst a bold, hearty laugh, the battle, which resembled a game of Go, suddenly had a scorching red piece fall onto the board.
The original back-and-forth tug-of-war instantly turned chaotic.
Helmer retreated half a step, a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
"Is this knight carrying the name of the Scorching Sun? Truly a worthy opponent."
The Knight of the Scorching Sun said nothing. He simply gathered all his energy and spirit into his longsword and fiercely struck at Helmer.
Louis remained silent.
He was the kind of player who struck suddenly.
Facing someone head-on was a last resort.
Maximizing his agility and using supreme martial skills to obliterate the opponent’s energy was what suited him best.
Now, Aaron’s arrival made that possible.
This eldest brother, whom he had met once in his early years, was truly an unparalleled warrior.
It wasn’t that his strength was as imperial as an emperor’s.
Instead, his simple yet solid fighting gave him a profound sense of security.
Helmer’s situation immediately became challenging.
If it were one-on-one, this Knight of the Scorching Sun would soon be defeated, becoming one of his ghostly victims.
But now, there was no way to suppress this person.
Louis, that madman, fought without limits.
He hated this kind of opponent.
Because he fought the same way.
The style of fighting varies from person to person.
But generally speaking, there is neither good nor bad.
But a style without good or bad can still be distinguished as superior or inferior because fighting is a mirror, and what it reflects will be determined by whether you are a person or a ghost.
Now... Helmer was seeing ghosts.
Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Pill: Serpent Blade Form: Hidden Sword Style.
Helmer gritted his teeth, looking at the divine weapon mixed in with the Knight of the Scorching Sun’s desperate defensive counterattack, suddenly hitting his body by surprise.
——And the small sword that suddenly ejected from the blade, piercing his armor, and the stinger from the small sword, stabbing his arm like a scorpion tail.
Filthy, truly damn filthy!
Tearing through the Knight of the Scorching Sun’s defense, about to face Louis’ Serpent Blade.
Blocking the frontal assault of the Serpent Blade only to be struck by the penetrating small sword from the trailing "serpent head".
Struggling to parry the small sword that pierced his flesh after the armor was breached, he then had to deal with the rain-like stingers that followed from the small sword and covered his face.
With the ever-changing Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Pill, who knew how many playstyles it could manifest?
The wilder the approach, the stranger the style.
There was a wild player in "The King’s Avatar" in a previous life, who played marvels with a Myriad Manifestations Umbrella.
But compared to the Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Pill, the sheer variety of changes was not even on the same level.
A master?
Louis was targeting masters!
For a while, Helmer was subdued into silence.
His previously lofty spirit had been significantly doused.
This time, he had to admit that with someone aiding him, this man...
Could thoroughly disrupt his strategy.
He glanced deeply at the Knight of the Scorching Sun.
"This duel is my loss, but Louis, how many people can you find who can collaborate with you?"
He clutched his arm, now pierced like a porcupine, and retreated.
The current situation no longer allowed him to delay further.
A flicker of anger passed through his heart.
Too weak!
Still too weak!
Given the current conditions, if he faced Louis again, would he have to step back half a step as he did today?
He wouldn’t allow it!
He was Helmer, the Demon King, the nemesis of all living things.
How could he allow himself to admit defeat so easily?
Finally, a thought crossed his mind.
He remembered the Iron Throne.
He had spent many years finally breaking free from the influence of the Iron Throne, stepping away from it, no longer infused with the power of the four gods.
And now, to gain power, he must willingly sit back on it.
No other reason, he still had a mission to complete.
And he...
Wasn’t strong enough.
