Chapter 447: Counterattack

In the dark world, the blood-eyed maid Roberta was struck by the giant mace in Roland's hand, her shoulder blade instantly shattered, and the immense force sent her flying ten thousand meters away. Only the buffering of the狂暴 wind kept her from falling to the ground and being entangled by the countless wooden vines stretching upward.

However, Roland's攻势 was relentless, his shadow following like a ghost. Each of his strikes was heavy and powerful, carrying the force of狂暴 lightning. His opponent could no longer trade wounds; under the bombardment of his many holy artifacts, she could only retreat continuously, barely holding on.

Now only one step remained! Just three to five more strikes, and he could completely break through the blood-eyed maid's defense and severely wound her vital points.

"Boom!"

With another thunderous explosion, Roberta's body was sent flying again, tumbling more than twelve li away. Roland's figure followed closely behind. The weapons in his eleven arms all glowed with intense green light—the manifestation of wood-element source power pushed to its极限.

But at this moment, a look of confusion appeared in Roland Benedict's eyes.

It was not due to any unexpected turn in the battle, but because a voice from the bright world reached his ears—his ally, Alexandra Howard.

This demigod, usually lax and behaving like a dandy, was now cursing loudly in his ear: "Shit! Fall back! Roland, you idiot, you fool! You've been tricked, tricked by a little bitch! You useless waste, you'll die here today, and you'll get everyone killed."

Tricked?

Roland Benedict was bewildered, but Howard's warning still stirred a sense of danger within him. At the same time, he realized one thing: the place they were now was more than four hundred kilometers from where he had planted those magic seeds.

In his fierce and relentless pursuit, they had unknowingly moved the battlefield to this location.

"I once heard from the mistress that you, Mr. Benedict, bear great responsibility for her mother's death, don't you?"

This was Roberta Yvonne's first words, and this time, her swords steadily parried Roland's weapons. Though she had seemed battered and overwhelmed before, now she was evenly matched in both strength and source power.

A faint, barely perceptible mockery gleamed in her scarlet eyes.

"Now, then, please pay the price and face this revenge, more than twenty years overdue!"

Under Roland's incredulous gaze, Roberta Yvonne's wounds healed instantly. The twelve 'Fangs of the Wind God' she controlled with her Hurricane Hands then whipped up a storm of blades.

As the weapons clashed, countless sparks flew, and the piercing metallic ring and explosive roar were like rain on banana leaves—continuous, merging into one. Red sword beams, spanning over seven hundred meters, swept across the sky, emitting shrill whistles. Together with the numerous wind blades, they severed and shattered the 'cables' behind Roland Benedict.

Roland himself, under Roberta's assault, could only hold out for less than twenty seconds before beginning to retreat. Two of his arms were directly severed by Roberta, and then two swords plunged into his body, forcibly absorbing part of his flesh and blood.

Roland's once-proud strength was now matched by his opponent, and his source power was at an absolute disadvantage in their clash.

This blood-eyed maid also possessed speed far exceeding his. With the aid of 'wind', her strikes per second reached three hundred and twenty—double his own!

Thus, Roland had to retreat actively, falling back to the ground and heading north. He knew that only by returning to the place where he had planted the magic seeds could he barely contend with the blood-eyed maid in her current state.

The 'Sage of Vines' retreated with equally swift speed. Not only did he操控 lightning to strike his opponent, but along the way, layers of wooden walls rose and wooden figures sprang from the ground.

But none of it worked; no means could stop the blade storm stirred up by Roberta Yvonne. Sharp sword beams and high-pressure wind blades cut through everything in their path. Within thirty seconds, they severed Roland's forty-five constantly regenerating arms and left numerous shocking wounds on his body. Almost every holy artifact, imbued with sacred power, drained large amounts of blood and energy from him, gradually weakening Roland.

Deprived of the support of those 'magic seeds' and the 'cables' that channeled abundant magical energy into him, the demigod's source power rapidly depleted. Not only could he no longer maintain his previous intensity, but he also couldn't sustain the twelve holy artifacts. Now, he could only rely on the near-divine holy shield to protect his vital core.

But he also felt the force on the shield growing heavier and heavier, as if struck by a giant beast or resisting a falling meteor.

The near-divine shield remained unshakable, but the arm supporting it kept cracking. Roland had to extend more arms to reinforce the shield from behind.

But how was this possible?

Roland's eyes were filled with disbelief. This situation was utterly incomprehensible to him.

How could a newly ascended demigod possess such source power intensity? According to his estimation, it would take at least two hours of combat for this woman to grow, under the amplification of the battle wind, to a level matching his own.

Yet now, less than forty minutes into the battle, she had already turned the tables and suppressed him.

"Boom!"

With another earth-shaking roar, the huge shield finally tilted slightly under Roberta's strikes. At that moment, a cold, annihilating gleam flashed in the maid's scarlet eyes.

"Slash!"

A crimson sword qi shot out, crashing through at the critical moment. It not only forcibly severed the giant wooden figure but also cut off Roland's head hidden within.

His body rapidly regenerated, but he still had to face the relentless storm of sword strikes. Under the continuous slashes, his body began to be chopped into mincemeat.

...

"It's the weapons! Each of those holy swords contains a legendary soul. They concentrate the power of those legendary souls onto Yvonne. And the intensity of source power is closely linked to the strength of the soul. Truly incredibly powerful."

On the rooftop of the Wieldenstan Building, Rote Linden spoke with a faint, knowing smile.

"Gentlemen, it seems the outcome over there is decided. Our battle can begin now—"

He pointed his staff, and a ten-story magic tower began to manifest above Atlanta. At the tip of the pale golden magic staff, a ball of golden-red light appeared.

"As I said, Philip is a waste! He fell for a little bitch."

Alexandra Howard snorted coldly, then straightened his suit slightly, resuming his cold and aloof expression.

"Calm down. Opening a demiplane takes time. I won't go to the dark world to fight you mages."

At that moment, the void beside them twisted, and a figure appeared before them. It was Nathan Witt, chairman of the Atlanta Magic Tower Committee.