Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Alixia made a determined decision just three meters away from Laplace. She knew that this moment was the best time to execute her plan. With a sudden burst of energy, she leaped upward and performed an amazing spin in the air, drawing a graceful arc like a wild horse breaking free.
Seeing this, Laplace couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh. He seemed to think that Alixia's actions were just a futile struggle or a way to leave behind her pride in the final moments of her life. His laughter was filled with contempt and disdain, and then, once again, he conjured the terrifying green lightning in his hand, ready to strike Alixia in the air, seemingly intending to end her life.
However, Alixia's leap was not without purpose. She fully anticipated Laplace's reaction, and her jump was not only to evade his attack, but also to counterattack Laplace from a better angle with her psychic energy. As she spun in the air, she concentrated all her psychic energy, preparing to launch a decisive attack upon landing, aiming for a single lethal blow.
Alixia's series of movements in the air were almost flawless. Her body glided gracefully like a light bird, skillfully avoiding the lightning emitted by Laplace, unscathed. Her counterattack was equally swift and precise, as her sword flashed directly towards Laplace, not only as a physical attack, but also as a psychological threat, attempting to disrupt Laplace's attack rhythm.
When Laplace saw the oncoming longsword, his reaction was instinctive. His hands quickly gathered energy, preparing to tear through space again and teleport to avoid this attack. But what he didn't expect was that Alixia's landing was not just a simple finishing move, but a crucial part of her plan. At the moment her feet touched the ground, the powerful spiritual energy she released acted like invisible restraints, swiftly and precisely controlling Laplace's hands, preventing him from completing the teleportation spell.
In that instant, a brief look of astonishment appeared on Laplace's face. He had never expected that this Eldar female warrior could interfere with his magic so precisely. His arms stiffened in mid-air, and the chaotic energy that should have been released from his fingertips could only blindly roam within his body, unable to find an exit. Alixia's action not only stopped Laplace from escaping, but more importantly, it opened the door to attack this evil prophet.
When the long sword swept across Laplace's left face with a force of a thousand catties, it left a deep mark, and fresh blood slowly oozed from the wound, drawing a chilling red line. Laplace's face showed not only astonishment but also disbelief and anger. His plan, his abilities, were actually so easily toyed with and destroyed by the female warrior before him.
With a mocking smile of the victor, Alixia slowly approached Laplace, who was still trying to cast a spell but was bound by psychic energy. Her gaze was sharp as a knife, as if to pierce the soul of this chaotic prophet, and every step she took seemed resolute and ruthless. Her voice was cold and provocative: "Ha! Old rat! Why don't you run?" This remark was not only a mockery of Laplace but also a challenge to the entire chaotic force.
Laplace gritted his teeth, blood dripping from his cheek, his eyes filled with hatred and rage. But under Alixia's psychic binding, he was like a wild beast trapped in an invisible cage, unable to unleash his destructive power. Faced with Alixia's taunts, he could only silently vow to make those who dared challenge the forces of chaos pay the most painful price.
As Laplace spoke to Alixia with a mocking and derisive smile, his voice carried an unfathomable darkness and madness. There seemed to be a hint of certainty in his eyes that chaos would ultimately triumph. "Ha... elves, always the same... arrogant, conceited, but never paying attention to the small details... that's why you will perish. Chaos will surely devour you!" Each word seemed intended to deeply pierce Alixia's heart, making her taste the flavor of despair.
However, Alixia's reaction was unexpectedly intense. A raging fire burned in her eyes as she swiftly drew her star spear from behind, aiming it at Laplace. Her voice was full of anger and disdain, sharp as a blade: "Damn it! I am Eldar, not some elf, you imbecile!" Her words were filled with contempt and provocation towards Laplace, as if telling him that whatever he said, it wouldn't change her determination to fight to the end.
Just as Alixia was about to pull the trigger and end it all, a suffocating surge of chaotic energy suddenly erupted from Laplace. At that moment, Alixia's psychic power was violently overwhelmed as if by a massive tidal wave flowing in reverse. She felt her consciousness filled with chaotic voices, countless filthy, distorted words and screams, as if coming from the darkest depths of the abyss.
Alixia fell to the ground in pain, clutching her head as if trying to resist the chaotic voices that were invading her mind. She rolled on the ground, every movement revealing the torment she was enduring. Her eyes were filled with helplessness and agony as the chaotic words echoed in her mind, as if invisible claws were tearing at her soul.
Meanwhile, Laplace stood in the distance, wearing a smug smile as he watched Alixia struggle. He seemed to find pleasure in the pain of this Eldar warrior, a scene that demonstrated the terror and destructiveness of chaotic power. Even someone as powerful as Alixia appeared so fragile in the face of pure chaotic power.
Comment 0 Comment Count