Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 768 - 660: Bankrupted by One Sword Strike_2
This time, Aiven did not continue to leap towards the seventh layer boundary, but instead charged fiercely towards the hideous and disgusting body of the [Divine Descendant], with the Central Mountain Wall where the awakening ritual was still ongoing right behind it!
Shush!
Aiven, who had initially left the central area over a hundred kilometers ago, kept flashing at high speed while enduring the other's attacks, rapidly closing the distance between them.
All sorts of long-range attacks sharp enough to slash through mountains came perilously close, either due to Aiven's flying skills or the power of [Destiny].
In just a breath, he had flown to the face of the [Divine Descendant], entering the attack range of those countless sword-like tendrils.
Zoom! Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!...
Amid the dense, terrifying sharp noise like a downpour, even the slightly unlucky [Divine Descendant] could no longer give Aiven any space to dodge.
However.
Miraculously, those sword-like tendrils that pierced into his body didn't protrude out from the other side, as if they had gone to another space.
Finally, Aiven, facing the dense barrage of tendrils, unharmedly passed through the last flesh barrier constructed by the [Divine Descendant], and stood before the ritual and the two Tier 3 Transcendents.
[Witchcraft Creation: Two-dimensional World], also known as: [Cross a World to Hit Me].
The effect, of course, goes without saying, wears on and is impenetrable to all laws... of course, it's impossible, but it can almost immunize against most physical attacks with distance and power limits. It is hard to say how much power remains after a long-range attack flies over a hundred kilometers.
However, the side effect of prolonged use is also extremely terrifying, which is—[Dimension Reduction]!
The specific manifestation can be seen in those incomplete, strange creatures in the painting, possibly only showing a patch of skin, a head, a lump of internal organs.
"Stop!"
In the fear-stricken expressions of Ekquwa and Balger.
Aiven, who had already activated [True Name Liberation], gave a cold smile, slashing down with fingers like a blade, as the sharp blinding frost-white Sword Qi exploded violently.
Splatter——
Blood sprayed, as Ekquwa, a "Blasphemous Cultist" originally a Holy Professional, was directly taken care of by the "Warrior" riding the Flying Dragon.
And holding the [Libra Balance Holy Sword], Balger failed to last more than a few moves.
Although holding a powerful Divine Artifact, he neither had the authorization from the artifact's owner nor the [Holy Spear: Ratatoskr] of inestimable value to make sacrifices for power.
Even as a Physical Side Transcendent who should just focus on lifting weights, he didn't have a Copper Plate in his pocket.
After eliminating all external influences.
Though these two as Messengers were powerful, mysterious, and unreachable Tier 3 Transcendents in the eyes of ordinary people, in Aiven's hands today, they were not much harder to kill than a chicken.
Clang——
The moment he took hold of the sword hilt of this divine sword.
Accompanied by the pleasant sound of Gold Coins colliding in a money pouch, an incredibly joyful emotion spread from the divine sword to Aiven's heart, and golden divine light soared into the sky, a scene that did not happen with the previous two "Oathbreakers".
It seemed like the Divine Artifact was somewhat sentient and had already acknowledged Aiven... uh, his money-making ability?
Gathered with part of the God's divinity and authority, although it didn't have its own independent consciousness, it was inherently imbued with exceptional Spirituality. Judging from its performance, at least the compatibility between Aiven and this divine sword far exceeded that of the two "Oathbreakers".
Next moment.
Whoosh——
Golden Spiritual Wind swirled around him, and above Aiven's head, a gigantic golden Balance Scale had appeared.
The basic ability of the [Libra Balance Holy Sword] — "Wealth is Power!"
Aiven dared not hesitate in the slightest, using [Two-dimensional World] to withstand the continuous attacks of the [Divine Descendant], quickly pouring out the various treasures he carried onto one side of the scale.
Firstly, there were nearly three hundred gold Crowns, weighing 15 tons in total, from the [Witchcraft Garden], then the sunken treasures looted in the sixth layer, the vast amount of Witchcraft Gemstones stored for Olivia, a large amount of Silver Bull, Gold Coins, artworks stored in a secret vault...
After almost offering up nearly all the treasures he carried, with a total value approaching 8 million Gold Coins, a hint of satisfaction finally transmitted from the [Libra Balance Holy Sword].
Sizzle——
Aiven was already eager to swing the divine sword at the [Divine Descendant] overhead!
In an instant.
The wind stopped flowing, clouds froze in the air, and even the insects' chirping, once ubiquitous around, disappeared entirely. The golden sword light, without head or tail, coming from unknown origin and heading to unknown destinations, had filled the seventh layer of the [Clock Tower].
After a few breaths, the brilliance gradually subsided, and everything in sight seemingly remained unchanged.
However.
Whoosh——
A breeze blew by.
The hideous and incredibly powerful [Divine Descendant] in the sky suddenly shattered into countless drifting ashes, sprinkling down gently.
There was no longer any obstacle to leaving the [Clock Tower].
However, tightly holding the [Libra Balance Holy Sword], Aiven's mood was truly hard to describe with the word "happy".
Listen——
"Shoes are worn out, hats are worn out..."
A melancholic tune seemed to lightly echo in his ears, aptly reflecting his lonely feelings at the moment and his slightly hunched back.
This couldn't be merely described as a thousand gold pieces spent.
With one swing of the sword, he was bankrupt!
If measured by the market price, this single sword stroke had cost him a whole 160 "Gem Stars"!
He hadn't considered much when throwing them, but now the pain reached his internal organs, fiercely convulsing.
Milan's prophecy was damn accurate; a rightful Female Priest... Money Power, is it not developing inner mysterious potential?
"Going home like this, my wife... won't kill me, right?"
Suddenly.
Aiven's eyes brightened.
A tiny, dust-like, yet bright and golden spark slowly drifted down from the sky, which he quickly captured and discreetly pocketed.
Then his expression became very peculiar, utterly indistinguishable from pain or joy...
He waved to release two people again.
The two who had been in the [Witchcraft Garden] witnessed the evaporation of Aiven's wealth and showed him utmost sympathy.
"Luckily, according to the old man's words, after he passes, you might have the chance to inherit the [Clock Tower]. If this General doesn't get his money back, you're dead, understand?"
Aiven shot a burning gaze at Milan.
Unexpectedly, the Old Wizard sheepishly smiled:
"After taking down an Ancient God's Descendant, I can probably hang on for a few more decades.
Also, uh, since the first request for help, although the number of Qualified is almost none, I have sent out more than one disguised copy of 'Echoes of Space-Time', hence... the competition is a bit fierce."
As the two's eyes widened abruptly.
"Good luck!"
Already, he had kicked them out with a foot.
...
Meanwhile, outside, Fichaz Sea Abyss.
Rumble——
A blue beam of light, twenty kilometers long, pierced straight into the sky from the sea, creating a gigantic shockwave at the top of the cloud layer.
The [Clock Tower] had disappeared from sight.
Ships swiftly moved away.
Those who managed to survive on the sea had all gained something. No one wanted additional troubles at this moment, quickly scattering in all directions; whether anyone was plotting an ambush halfway was unknown.
"Accelerate!"
Yellen tugged on his garment, but a faint chirping of insects emanated from his body. The remaining two Tier 3 Great Knights exchanged a glance without asking more.
"Yes, Your Highness!"
