Chapter 230 Is This the Hero of Steel?
Roland's figure disappeared instantly, and a cold voice came from Mithra's side. The steel body eager to fight made Mithra react quickly, but he still could not avoid the lightning that was faster than lightning. Stab.
Roland's eyes shone with a dark red light, leaving only afterimages with traces of light in his movements. His mouth was already full of sharp fangs, like a bat, but with deeper and darker wings. Spread out behind you.
These are wings gathered by pure darkness, so in this dark realm, his speed exceeds that of thunder and light.
No matter how keen Mithras' intuition was and how quickly he reacted to dodge, it was all in vain, because when he felt the danger, Roland's attack had already arrived. Like a wild beast, he waved his claws, The finger bones broke out of the body and turned into a sharp long knife. As it continued to rotate, the reflection of light obscured the trajectory of the blade, leaving only a rainbow-like fantasy color.
Simple and crude steel is not cost-effective to use power to deal with.
Especially since Mithras' blessed steel body has reached its peak and can even resist the curse given by the evil in this world. Roland even suspected that compared with the King of the End, he just lacks that position. It's just the power given.
Based on the concept of steel shown by Mithras, when fate chooses the final king, he is definitely one of the candidates.
The opponent also showed strong combat intelligence. After realizing that he would have to face attacks caused by Roland's deterioration in this life, he decisively gave up the plan of using Ahura's protection to defeat the enemy with one blow or reverse the situation. , but choose to bless yourself and slowly break the situation.
However, there are no real absolutes in the world.
Roland's heart was very clear. In terms of power and spirituality, none of the savior's Mithras could compare with his own. No matter how he calculated it, the final outcome would be the same.
The curse may not have much effect on Mithras, but it has a great effect on Roland. Mithras can use magic power to call on Ahura's power to bless himself. Can't Roland use the power of Angora Mainyu to improve himself? ?
In terms of head-on confrontation, Roland has never been afraid of anyone.
The kingdom of shadow, the ultimate creature, the god of disobedience, and the power of a substitute?
This kind of battle is more to his liking!
Roland shouted loudly: "The curse is like clothing, like water entering the intestines, like oil entering the marrow, and under all the blood and darkness, until you think about it, you only follow the name of my god."
The dark evil of this world surged through Roland,
Roaring, the black snakes circled, weaved, and finally turned into a gorgeous robe, making Roland's body burn with a bright divine light.
The breath of darkness impacts Mithra's steel. If it is a regular god of disobedience, when he sees this cursed garment, his heart will be swallowed up by chaos, losing himself and falling into short-term madness. Even Mithra La, the negative emotions in my heart could not be suppressed.
It is my bounden duty to eradicate evil, and it is my instinct to guide light. Why should I run away, and how can I shrink from this old enemy?
The effect of the Cursed Clothes made it possible for him to resist Roland's attack, and then quickly dodge, choosing to use the immortality of steel to repair and stop the damage. The little emotion in Mithra's heart was ignited, and his blood surged, revealing an angry look. With an expression on his face, he actually raised the spear in his hand and chose to fight.
The sharp claws fell on his spear, cutting off the white-silver light, and touched Mithra's neck.
"Kacha——!!!"
Like harvesting steel with a chainsaw, dazzling sparks burst out between Roland's sharp claws and Mithra's neck. After making weak resistance, the tough steel body faced the same attack without any resistance. The concept is just a powerful attack, and its many resistances are ineffective. In the attack that only lasts for a few milliseconds, only pure defensive power is left.
A moment later, the skin of Mithra's neck made a clear cracking sound and was cut open by Roland's sharp claws. If the blessed steel had not resisted for a moment, Mithra's head would have been cut off directly. , thus returning to mythology.
But even if he escaped the fate of death, he still had to bear the injuries caused by this fatal blow.
"Pfft——"
I remembered the sound of flesh being cut open, and the sharp claws sank into Mithra's neck, twisting from the bright red scar, trying to move forward as much as possible. Even with the fatal injury, Mithra still possessed the properties of steel. Here comes the powerful battle continuation.
He swept out the broken spear, causing the sun disk that exploded like an invasion to explode in the small distance between him and Roland. The air wave caused by the explosion interrupted the torture-like battle. , Mithras was like a meteor, falling into the quagmire of evil in this world. The endless evil penetrated into his wounds, aggravating his pain and worsening his injuries as much as possible.
Under this series of attacks, Mithras hesitated for a second because of pain before pulling out the silver-white dagger from his waist and letting the sun's rays protect him.
In the sky, Roland's disdainful voice also happened to be heard.
"Is this the so-called Hero of Steel? Is it to this extent? It seems that the only thing that is really tough about you is your boastful mouth. However, it will no longer exist soon,"
The black-winged demon looked at the dying Mithras with cold eyes and showed a cruel smile.
"——Wait until I tear it apart."
Mithra gasped, and his current condition was very poor. Although the recovery power brought by the Steel Immortal God was allowing his injury to heal, the curse that spread from the wound greatly reduced the healing speed, not to mention Mention the side effects of those curses.
Waves of numb and sharp pain, like thousands of locusts gnawing at his own flesh and blood, impacted Mithras' spirit.
He suddenly realized that today's battle seemed completely different from what he expected?
Shouldn't this be a cordial conversation between old enemies, a fight between life and death, a confrontation between good and evil that can rewrite history? How come he's been beaten all the time?
At this point, the proud Mithras no longer had the energy to refute Roland's contempt. Compared with the opponent's calm attitude, he really had no say.
He even noticed a trace of compassion in Roland's cold attitude.
After he said that the victory of good over evil was a destined destiny, the vague compassion continued to deepen. This seemed to Mithras, as a savior and adhering to Zoroastrian teachings, simply an insult.
But now, he calmed down instead.
For a warrior, as long as he doesn't die, insult will only make his fighting spirit burn brightly.
Let me just let you be proud of yourself, Angora Mainyu.
Mithras raised his golden eyes and scanned the surrounding environment.
The forces of darkness have grown very large. This area is infiltrated by evil and is the opponent's home field. Start by changing this environment and change the situation of the war.
The first step is to call someone.
"A devout religious believer, a patron of love and charity! Only Ahura can bring justice to the world. What he thinks is exactly my wish! The most powerful among the people, respond to my call, Come and help!”
(It’s really hard to explain. I’ve been watching Zoroastrian’s Avesta for the past two days. However, after today’s physical examination, I felt a wonderful sense of tranquility when I watched it when I was very tired.)