Chapter 1152 So It's Not Just All Talk

Chapter 1152 So It's Not Just All Talk

"I didn't think you'd manage to survive this long," Isdar congratulated them with dripping sarcasm, his malicious smile unwavering. "Thinking you're safe here? Big mistake. But I guess I can't blame you for thinking that way. Cornered, a human can only see what's right in front of him. Makes it easy to make them dance to my tune—"

"You talk too much," Lord Phenix retorted disdainfully. "Whether you're a nobody hungry for glory or the Celestial himself, if anyone's trapped here, it's you!"

"Exactly!" Crunch sneered, lifting his snout with a pride that matched his rival's snooty air. "The nerve to think my master can be manipulated by anyone! For that, I'll take care of you myself."

Jake and Hephais watched the two clowns with deadpan expressions, but internally, their thoughts were far from indifferent, Why can't these two stop stirring up trouble? Keep sniffing around for it, and they'll end up with a face full of it...

And they weren't far from the truth. As soon as the armored giant was interrupted in the middle of his villainous monologue by the two beasts, his smiling face twisted into a forced, unpleasant grimace. He had already decided who he would kill first.

"No point arguing with future dead enemies. Fine! I'll start with you two."

Releasing a murderous intent held back for who knows how long in a sigh resembling a death rattle, Isdar slowly lifted the greatsword resting on his shoulder and wielded it deftly. As he took his stance, the atmosphere around him shifted drastically, becoming icy and hostile.

A Lumyst Aura as bright as a mini sun ignited his body, forming a dense, impenetrable halo of light enveloping both his body and weapon. The lifeforce radiating from his cells seemed to have changed nature, becoming more compressed and subdued, multiplying his physical prowess.

At the touch of this white radiance overflowing with vitality, the bark-covered ground began to bud, quickly covering itself in a bed of flowers, and then young roots similar to those having ensnared Jake and his group. At this precise moment, the Saint truly looked the part of a... saint.

Seeing the four foreigners frozen in place, transfixed by him, Isdar felt a slight satisfaction. It's always like this when these loudmouth weaklings see me in action. Disappointing.

He had expected more from these foreigners. Especially after they had forced him to reveal his existence early by pushing Corvac to the brink.

Of course, his confidence wasn't just out of ignorance. Like all high-ranking officers and commanders, they had been briefed that morning about the appearance and threat posed by the most dangerous foreigner fighting for the Dusken Throne: Jake Wilderth.

Even a Saint had to proceed with extreme caution if he/she met him in a one-on-one without any backup. His charm, in particular, could reportedly enslave the mind of the opposite sex with just a glance.

If Jake himself was in such bad shape, then he could only imagine the condition of the others. Though he had lost his sense of self after becoming a Treant puppet, Corvac was currently in agony from his stomach. It was as if he had explosive diarrhea held in by clenching his buttocks for months but no toilet to launch the missile.

On the surface of his body, one could see the bark armor cracking rapidly, then regenerating slightly larger thanks to the continuous absorption of the Lumyst Water around. As long as this source of energy lasted, the match between Corvac and Crunch wouldn't find a winner anytime soon.

While Jake wondered how to join the fight without hurting his cat, Hephais was inwardly thanking the feline for providing an ideal hunting ground. Earlier, their opponent's blinding light aura prevented his shadows from approaching, but now he had his pick of the litter.

Projecting filaments of Shadow Lumyst in all directions, the assassin melded into the first shadow he found and slipped between the stretched skin of Crunch, its fur, and the bark walls below. Even a millimeter of space was enough for him to move in this tight environment as long as shadows could form. And by blocking the light from the enemy's aura, the cat had done precisely that.

A few tenths of a second later, the Egaean found the armored giant crushed against the bark wall, unable to move, but unharmed. His greatsword shone like a white sun, embedded deeply in Crunch, and burning his flesh, but the cat, to his great surprise, had emitted no whimper.

'Eh? So it's not just all talk.' Hephais praised mentally, seeing the cat in a new light.

Isdar was going through a similar thought process but was frustrated and hateful. He had never felt so humiliated.

'Damn it, what's this despicable tactic!' The Saint fumed, mobilizing all his strength to move the arm holding his sword downward to deeply gut the balloon cat whose skin had taken on a crystalline appearance.

He had channeled an insane amount of Light Lumyst into his blade, enough to level a small village, but the cat's skin resisted like dragon leather. In addition to being tough, the beast regenerated ridiculously fast, while he could feel his light dispersing in its flesh until it became almost harmless.

Isdar had a huge ego, but he wasn't stupidly arrogant. He was well aware that at this rate, Corvac would run out of water. If he wanted to win, he would have to strike much harder.

"Corvac, let's fuse—"

Slash!

At that moment, Hephais' scimitar struck, emerging from a tiny shadow cast by a fur of Crunch. Isdar, the unnamed Saint, was decapitated in an instant.

Despite the successful execution, the expert assassin's face displayed no joy, instead furrowing.

"Something feels off."