LRAB Chapter 1137 Plucking a Single Horn
Chapter 1137 Plucking a Single Horn
Chapter 1137 Plucking the Single Horn
"If light and justice are written by the victors, then why isn't history written by you in the official annals of history? Does this mean you didn't truly win? Is this war merely a continuation of the great war 800 years ago?"
The fundamental conflict in their values and beliefs renders any further debate superfluous. Maffei's words are contradictory—if the victor truly controls everything, why is the blank 100-year history preserved as part of the official historical record?
He doesn't know about other worlds, but in this world, history has been preserved. A blank history isn't truly blank, so what Maffei says is contradictory and therefore even less convincing.
This question caused Mafi's face to darken abruptly, and the sneer in her eyes turned into intense killing intent.
"Damn it!"
Dragon's words were like a sharp blade tempered with ice, precisely piercing Mafi's weak spot and completely enraging her, because she really couldn't refute them. Everything he said was true, otherwise there wouldn't be this war today!
Rage instantly overwhelmed her last shred of reason, so she decisively took action. The longsword in her hand suddenly hummed, its cold light tearing through the air, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced out more than a dozen afterimages!
The sword shadows intertwined and overlapped, as if more than ten longswords were launching a fierce attack at the same time, and the impenetrable blade light almost completely blocked Dorrag's retreat.
Faced with such a fierce attack, Dragon's figure swayed as lightly as a willow catkin, his steps moving with an eerie rhythm, precisely weaving through every gap in the sword shadows.
All the sword blades aimed at vital points grazed past his clothes, creating gusts of wind.
Just as Maffei's sword move was about to end, he suddenly lowered his waist and twisted his body, his right palm wrapped in jet-black Armament Haki, and slammed it hard onto the spine of the longsword!
"clang--"
With a deafening clang of metal clashing, Mafi's swordplay was abruptly interrupted. The countless sword shadows receded like a tide, leaving only her lone sword trembling slightly in her hand.
The moment his move was broken, Mafi didn't hesitate for a second. He suddenly lowered his head slightly, and the spiral horn that pierced the sky above his head suddenly tilted forward!
A crimson energy beam rapidly condensed at the tip of the unicorn, showing no sign of gathering or buffering its power, as if it were an innate instinct.
The beam of light was faster than the limits of vision. Almost the instant it was completed, it shot into Dragon's chest. The scorching heat burned his clothes and was about to pierce through his chest in the next second!
But Dragon had already seen Mafi's move before and knew it inside and out, so he remained on high alert throughout.
He was always surrounded by a special, invisible wind. This wind was not an ordinary airflow, but a defensive barrier containing the laws of wind.
The moment the crimson beam of light touched the strong wind, it was pulled off course by an invisible force, like water caught in a whirlpool. After circling around him, it bounced back at several times the speed it had come from!
"Pfft-"
Before Maffei could react, the rebounding beam of light pierced her shoulder, blasting open a charred hole. Hot blood mixed with charred chunks of flesh splattered out, staining her white armor crimson.
This special gust of wind is the unique skill that Vik instructed Dorrag to develop.
Developing wind abilities in terms of attack and speed is a natural progression, but to achieve a balance between offense and defense, one cannot simply rely on the precise perception of wind to dodge all attacks in advance.
This layer of wind defense can not only block ordinary attacks, but also use the pulling force of the wind to reflect energy attacks, just like "using their own methods against them", turning the opponent's attack into the most lethal counterattack.
"hateful!"
Mafi gritted his teeth and groaned. With the blessing of his immortality, the injury on his shoulder healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the torn muscles and blood vessels rapidly regenerated.
But the single horn on her head did not stop. This time, it no longer condensed into a crimson pillar of light, but into a dark purple lightning bolt!
The electric snake crackled at the tip of the horn, its light eerie and dangerous, and its speed was equally astonishing. In an instant, it crossed the distance between the two and struck directly at Dorag's face!
"The same old thing!"
Dorag curled his lips into a cold smile, his body shifting horizontally for more than ten meters under the pull of the wind, dodging the lightning strike as if he were teleporting.
As soon as he left, a huge crater several meters deep was blown open where he had been standing, with soil and rocks flying everywhere and smoke billowing in.
The power of this lightning bolt was far greater than it appeared—ordinary lightning could hardly cause substantial damage to soil and rocks, yet this strike was able to blast such a deep crater. If it had hit a human body, its destructive power would have been several times greater.
Dragon could clearly feel a sense of crisis that was even stronger than the previous pillar of light. Moreover, he had already witnessed the terrifying power of this purple lightning, so he was not foolish enough to choose to withstand it head-on.
"Is all you can do to be fierce is rely on this one horn? Then I'll pluck it out today!"
The moment the words fell, the wind laws surrounding Dorag were fully unleashed! A gale howled, making his black cloak flutter wildly, and his figure suddenly became as elusive as a ghost, his trajectory unpredictable yet incredibly swift, moving without making a sound.
In the blink of an eye, he was directly above Mafi, looking down at her from above.
At this moment, his right palm was not only wrapped in Armament Haki, but also surged with incomparably domineering Conqueror's Haki. The two types of Haki intertwined and merged, emitting a suffocating pressure.
His five fingers were spread apart like ferocious dragon claws, and blood-red lightning intertwined and swirled between them, making a sizzling sound.
"Shh!"
Dorrag reached down and gripped the base of Mafi's horn tightly with his five fingers!
Even with the dual-colored Haki protecting him, he could still feel a surge of violent lightning power flowing into his palm through his horn, bringing a numbing sensation!
But he didn't care at all. His muscles bulged, his bones cracked, and he unleashed tremendous power, tearing upwards and forcefully pulling off the single horn from Maffei's head!
"Ah!~"
A bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the valley, its sharp sound piercing through the clamor of the battle and attracting the attention of many people on the battlefield.
But everyone only glanced at it before quickly returning to their own battles—life and death were raging everywhere, and there were countless wounded and screaming people.
Even though Mafi's screams were particularly shrill, it wasn't surprising, after all, her opponent was the one known as the "Dragon of the Revolution," Dorrag.
The longsword in Mafi's hand had long since fallen to the ground. She clutched the sides of her head tightly with both hands, her body shaking violently in pain, as if this could alleviate the excruciating agony.
Blood gushed from the wound where the unicorn horn had been removed, staining her long, silvery-white hair red. The blood dripped down her cheeks and shoulders, pooling on the ground in a glaring pool of blood.
Where her single horn once stood, now only a small, bloody crater remained, with shattered white bone fragments faintly visible, a gruesome sight that sent chills down one's spine!
Even just looking at it from afar, you can feel the excruciating pain that penetrates to the bone, as if the pain can transcend distance and make you feel the pain as if it were your own.
However, Mafi wouldn't die from just having his horn pulled out.
The immortality that Im granted them was not for nothing; the pierced shoulder had now been completely healed.
However, immortality only means "immortality," not "absence of pain." Physical pain is another matter. You can regenerate a severed limb, but you must endure the extreme pain of losing a limb. Their special ability is only immortality, not the additional benefit of being free from pain.