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Chapter 64
Chapter 64 Dark Spirit Sacrifice Baltic’s sickle was long and slim shaped weirdly like a viper’s tongue. It brought a distorting black shadow in the air. The bent-sword attacking from behind him was huge and heavy, like the tooth of a giant creature.It made a berserk hissing sound as it was swung. . The thin sickle and the huge bent-blade ruthlessly clashed against each other. The dark-blue halo around the sickle flashed and died out like a clear ray of light on the water’s surface. In contrast, the surface of the bent-sword flashed with a huge dark-green halo. The blades of the two lethal weapons knocked against each other, producing countless sparks and a loud, ear-piercing sound. The pitch-black sickle unreasonably cut into the bent-sword, splitting nearly half of the thick blade. Accompanied with a screeching sound of metal friction, Baltic’s eyes shone with indistinct cold rays of lights. His hands rapidly turned, making his sickle rotate rapidly like a windmill. The man grasping the bent-sword and who had been mounting a sneak attack on Baltic gave a m.u.f.fled snort. His strength lacked one rank compared to Baltic’s. He merely had the strength of a middle-ranked Earth Knight, miles away from the early-ranked Heaven Knight Baltic. The man’s wrists were hurt. The sickle forced the bent-sword, his wrists, and his arms to spin.
Dozens of continuous ‘ka-ka-ka-ka’ sounds of bones breaking could be heard. The man’s hands shattered inch by inch as he refused to let go of the sword. Baltic laughed cruelly and he easily brandished his sickle. A thin blade light flashed past and the man’s arms, up to his shoulders, fell. Fresh blood sprayed. The man roared to the sky in pain. A thick light beam from a distant high building coincidentally swept over, illuminating the man’s body. He was tall and majestic like a lion, with a smooth scalp and pitch-black skin. The only white color came from his eyes. He was an aboriginal of the Dark Spirit Continent, to be exact, it was the man who had been standing behind Arthur’s sofa in the Green Rose Hotel. Fresh blood sprayed like spring water from the place where the arms were cut, yet it was as if the man felt no pain. His eyes wide, an intimidating and odd smile was on his face. Baltic waved his sickle, about to behead the man when the man’s body suddenly collapsed backwards. His powerful legs that were thicker than an ordinary human’s waist, were raised and firmly wrapped around Baltic’s waist like two devilish pythons. Baltic was rendered defenseless by this strange move. An unreasonably huge strength was transmitted from the man’s waist, nearly dragging him to the ground. Fortunately, Baltic had incomparably rich experiences in hand-to-hand combat. His legs stabilized his body before a dark-blue halo circulated around him, with a layer of black qi faintly rising outside of it. He exerted force to his waist, wanting to fling the man. The man started to laugh strangely, “Thank you master for saving my life and redeeming our honor, for master, I dedicate my soul and my flesh, I dedicate my everything, only for my devoted master! Ancestral spirit, please lend your great power to your devoted descendant!” The strange prayer came through the man’s mouth. The rough voice brought with it an ancient and demonic power. Baltic’s expression changed. He berated in a low voice, “Warrior of the Dark Spirit Continent, who is so worthy of your devotion that you are willing to sacrifice your soul and life for him?” The black man already stopped talking. His skin started to s.h.i.+ne with white flames without any temperature, and a distorted red inscription appeared with it. His seven apertures shone with dazzling lights, A powerful and irresistible willpower dug into his body from the s.p.a.ce between his eyebrows.The man’s st.u.r.dy body that was originally a head taller than Baltic suddenly swelled, becoming twice as large as an ordinary human. A terrifyingly huge power could be felt from the man’s legs, abruptly making a crunching sound rise from the muscles and bones in Baltic’s waist because of the unbearable load. Dark Spirit Continent, the wildest and most dangerous continent in the world, with dark elves and dark spirits as well as countless places wrecked by magic. Yet those dark-skinned aboriginals of the Dark Spirit Continent could live and multiply on such a dangerous continent. The most outstanding elites of these aboriginal warriors were known as ancestral spirit warriors. They could sacrifice their own souls or longevity to rouse the power of the ancestral spirit, thereby letting them display astonis.h.i.+ng destructive power. Any ancestral spirit warrior was a protector G.o.d of the aboriginal tribe. They enjoyed lofty positions on the continent. Now Baltic actually came across one, furthermore he had chosen to completely burn his soul and all his longevity to call forth the most powerful ancestral spirit residing within his body. Baltic felt like a bean under a millstone. His waist was nearly crushed, yet the strength in the man’s legs was still continuously increasing. He produced a low and painful shout. It was his first time experiencing the terrifying strength of an ancestral spirit warrior. A trifling middle Earth Knight could actually explode with power that could suppress an early Heaven Knight, what a terrifying strength. Baltic sank into a predicament. He no longer had the time to pay attention to Ya and Ling who was laying of the ground unmoving. The sound of water could be heard again as dozens of tall and black men came out of the sea. Their honest eyes were filled with tears as they looked with grief at the armless black man who burned his soul and longevity to tenaciously restrain Baltic. Tears streamed across the dozens st.u.r.dy men, mixed with the sea and disappeared without a trace. They noiselessly rushed to Ya and Ling’s side. Two men picked up Ya and Ling, used a piece of thick tower s.h.i.+eld to cover their pet.i.te bodies, then stepped in large strides towards the nearest alley. The thugs hired by the Black Tiger Family cursed angrily. They quickly tightened their killer crossbows, and thirty arrows were shot at great speed towards those men. Ten double-edged axes also whistled through the air followed by cold wind and violent snowfall, bringing with them the sickening smell of death. The two black men carrying Ya and Ling covered their heads and focused only on moving forward. In front and behind them, there were four half-armored comrades with three flails in their hands protecting them. They broke through the obstructions made by several experts of the Black Tiger Family at the mouth of the alley like mad lions and rapidly entered the black-walled alley. The remaining several black men covered their backs, using circular s.h.i.+elds with diameter around 34 centimeters and the battle-swords in their hands to block the incoming arrows of the killer crossbows and the hurling battle-axes. The arrows tore open the circular s.h.i.+elds made of animal skin in their hands and stabbed into their bodies. The battle-axes destroyed their battle-swords and embedded deeply into their chests. Seven black men stood at the mouth of the alley side by side. Blood was spraying from their whole body like spring water, yet no one retreated. Their gazes were locked on the man who burned his soul and longevity and whose body was releasing white soul flame. The seven black men suddenly sang loudly at the same time. Their bodies also released white soul flame. The song they sang was of a totally different style from those of the West Continent, a simple and primitive battle song. They strode in a lively and heroic pace and charged towards the warriors of the Black Tiger Family. Lin Qi’s expression changed. He grabbed a killer crossbow and easily lifted it. An arrow pierced the temple of the man who was restraining Baltic. “Retreat, these warriors of the Dark Spirit Continent, when they burn their souls, even various G.o.ds have to temporarily withdraw, retreat!” Throwing the killer crossbow to a subordinate next to him, Lin Qi pressed his right hand on his stomach and bowed deeply towards those seven men who had burned their souls, then quickly retreated into the darkness of the port.
Chapter 64 Dark Spirit Sacrifice Baltic’s sickle was long and slim shaped weirdly like a viper’s tongue. It brought a distorting black shadow in the air. The bent-sword attacking from behind him was huge and heavy, like the tooth of a giant creature.It made a berserk hissing sound as it was swung. . The thin sickle and the huge bent-blade ruthlessly clashed against each other. The dark-blue halo around the sickle flashed and died out like a clear ray of light on the water’s surface. In contrast, the surface of the bent-sword flashed with a huge dark-green halo. The blades of the two lethal weapons knocked against each other, producing countless sparks and a loud, ear-piercing sound. The pitch-black sickle unreasonably cut into the bent-sword, splitting nearly half of the thick blade. Accompanied with a screeching sound of metal friction, Baltic’s eyes shone with indistinct cold rays of lights. His hands rapidly turned, making his sickle rotate rapidly like a windmill. The man grasping the bent-sword and who had been mounting a sneak attack on Baltic gave a m.u.f.fled snort. His strength lacked one rank compared to Baltic’s. He merely had the strength of a middle-ranked Earth Knight, miles away from the early-ranked Heaven Knight Baltic. The man’s wrists were hurt. The sickle forced the bent-sword, his wrists, and his arms to spin.
Dozens of continuous ‘ka-ka-ka-ka’ sounds of bones breaking could be heard. The man’s hands shattered inch by inch as he refused to let go of the sword. Baltic laughed cruelly and he easily brandished his sickle. A thin blade light flashed past and the man’s arms, up to his shoulders, fell. Fresh blood sprayed. The man roared to the sky in pain. A thick light beam from a distant high building coincidentally swept over, illuminating the man’s body. He was tall and majestic like a lion, with a smooth scalp and pitch-black skin. The only white color came from his eyes. He was an aboriginal of the Dark Spirit Continent, to be exact, it was the man who had been standing behind Arthur’s sofa in the Green Rose Hotel. Fresh blood sprayed like spring water from the place where the arms were cut, yet it was as if the man felt no pain. His eyes wide, an intimidating and odd smile was on his face. Baltic waved his sickle, about to behead the man when the man’s body suddenly collapsed backwards. His powerful legs that were thicker than an ordinary human’s waist, were raised and firmly wrapped around Baltic’s waist like two devilish pythons. Baltic was rendered defenseless by this strange move. An unreasonably huge strength was transmitted from the man’s waist, nearly dragging him to the ground. Fortunately, Baltic had incomparably rich experiences in hand-to-hand combat. His legs stabilized his body before a dark-blue halo circulated around him, with a layer of black qi faintly rising outside of it. He exerted force to his waist, wanting to fling the man. The man started to laugh strangely, “Thank you master for saving my life and redeeming our honor, for master, I dedicate my soul and my flesh, I dedicate my everything, only for my devoted master! Ancestral spirit, please lend your great power to your devoted descendant!” The strange prayer came through the man’s mouth. The rough voice brought with it an ancient and demonic power. Baltic’s expression changed. He berated in a low voice, “Warrior of the Dark Spirit Continent, who is so worthy of your devotion that you are willing to sacrifice your soul and life for him?” The black man already stopped talking. His skin started to s.h.i.+ne with white flames without any temperature, and a distorted red inscription appeared with it. His seven apertures shone with dazzling lights, A powerful and irresistible willpower dug into his body from the s.p.a.ce between his eyebrows.The man’s st.u.r.dy body that was originally a head taller than Baltic suddenly swelled, becoming twice as large as an ordinary human. A terrifyingly huge power could be felt from the man’s legs, abruptly making a crunching sound rise from the muscles and bones in Baltic’s waist because of the unbearable load. Dark Spirit Continent, the wildest and most dangerous continent in the world, with dark elves and dark spirits as well as countless places wrecked by magic. Yet those dark-skinned aboriginals of the Dark Spirit Continent could live and multiply on such a dangerous continent. The most outstanding elites of these aboriginal warriors were known as ancestral spirit warriors. They could sacrifice their own souls or longevity to rouse the power of the ancestral spirit, thereby letting them display astonis.h.i.+ng destructive power. Any ancestral spirit warrior was a protector G.o.d of the aboriginal tribe. They enjoyed lofty positions on the continent. Now Baltic actually came across one, furthermore he had chosen to completely burn his soul and all his longevity to call forth the most powerful ancestral spirit residing within his body. Baltic felt like a bean under a millstone. His waist was nearly crushed, yet the strength in the man’s legs was still continuously increasing. He produced a low and painful shout. It was his first time experiencing the terrifying strength of an ancestral spirit warrior. A trifling middle Earth Knight could actually explode with power that could suppress an early Heaven Knight, what a terrifying strength. Baltic sank into a predicament. He no longer had the time to pay attention to Ya and Ling who was laying of the ground unmoving. The sound of water could be heard again as dozens of tall and black men came out of the sea. Their honest eyes were filled with tears as they looked with grief at the armless black man who burned his soul and longevity to tenaciously restrain Baltic. Tears streamed across the dozens st.u.r.dy men, mixed with the sea and disappeared without a trace. They noiselessly rushed to Ya and Ling’s side. Two men picked up Ya and Ling, used a piece of thick tower s.h.i.+eld to cover their pet.i.te bodies, then stepped in large strides towards the nearest alley. The thugs hired by the Black Tiger Family cursed angrily. They quickly tightened their killer crossbows, and thirty arrows were shot at great speed towards those men. Ten double-edged axes also whistled through the air followed by cold wind and violent snowfall, bringing with them the sickening smell of death. The two black men carrying Ya and Ling covered their heads and focused only on moving forward. In front and behind them, there were four half-armored comrades with three flails in their hands protecting them. They broke through the obstructions made by several experts of the Black Tiger Family at the mouth of the alley like mad lions and rapidly entered the black-walled alley. The remaining several black men covered their backs, using circular s.h.i.+elds with diameter around 34 centimeters and the battle-swords in their hands to block the incoming arrows of the killer crossbows and the hurling battle-axes. The arrows tore open the circular s.h.i.+elds made of animal skin in their hands and stabbed into their bodies. The battle-axes destroyed their battle-swords and embedded deeply into their chests. Seven black men stood at the mouth of the alley side by side. Blood was spraying from their whole body like spring water, yet no one retreated. Their gazes were locked on the man who burned his soul and longevity and whose body was releasing white soul flame. The seven black men suddenly sang loudly at the same time. Their bodies also released white soul flame. The song they sang was of a totally different style from those of the West Continent, a simple and primitive battle song. They strode in a lively and heroic pace and charged towards the warriors of the Black Tiger Family. Lin Qi’s expression changed. He grabbed a killer crossbow and easily lifted it. An arrow pierced the temple of the man who was restraining Baltic. “Retreat, these warriors of the Dark Spirit Continent, when they burn their souls, even various G.o.ds have to temporarily withdraw, retreat!” Throwing the killer crossbow to a subordinate next to him, Lin Qi pressed his right hand on his stomach and bowed deeply towards those seven men who had burned their souls, then quickly retreated into the darkness of the port.
