Chapter 44: The Joy of Steel

The white flames condensed on the war hammer little by little, and Zhao Mian, who appeared in front of everyone again, still had that angry face, but his eyes were not only burning with scorching anger, just like two oil lamps in the dark night, and the white holy flames were churning in them, as if fluttering with the night wind.

Everyone's eyes were focused on this man, whether they were friend or foe at the previous moment, at this moment they all stopped their actions, staring closely at the iron lump in the ruins - and then in their sight, Zhao Mian took a deep breath. It was a big breath, perhaps, because the sound of the breath could even be heard clearly on the battlefield where the sound of wood breaking was still heard - everyone knew what the breath meant, and it was everyone's last preparation before acting, relaxing, and then tensing again.

The Hero King was no exception, and the legendary King was not a man who was not good at fighting, and the haughty King raised his eyebrows slightly—the curtain of light unfolded behind him once again, and countless weapons slowly emerged from the air, and the glow of magic shimmered above it, illuminating the area like starlight in the sky. And on this ancient king, a golden armor with intricate patterns also appeared in front of everyone in the brilliance of these treasures instead of the expensive and delicate casual clothes, perhaps this armor also represented his self-confidence, and the haughty king once again showed his smile - in this arrogant smile and laughter, he slammed forward and waved his left hand.

The blades began to pour.

Everyone's hearts were raised, although this was not the first time Zhao Mian had faced such an attack, but whether it was the number or strength, the Hero King seemed to have full strength this time, and compared to those barrages that were like a rain of swords, this time it was more like a targeted blow.

The sharp blade pierced the air, and a huge number of treasures flew towards Zhao Mian like arrows, they were neatly aligned and targeted, as if they were showing off their brilliance - and then, in the eyes of everyone, Zhao Mian moved.

Obviously, he was facing countless treasure blades, but this time Zhao Mian did not choose to stay in place and wait for the opponent's attack to touch his surroundings, nor did he take out his shield to resist this attack - he stepped out of his right foot with a movement that everyone present could easily see, and took a steady step forward.

In just one step, countless sharp blades were already approaching his side, and the long sword embellished with sapphires that flew in the first place pierced straight at his neck—and the light appeared here. Compared to the light that always seemed to be brilliant in the past, the brilliance this time was more condensed, as if a wall made of holy light was formed in front of Zhao Mian's body, the long sword was pointed straight at this thick wall, and then in a crisp sound, it was bounced out far away - Zhao Mian took a second kick.

I don't know if you've ever seen a war fortress, a behemoth that is out of reach for all tanks withstands the attack of all the weapons on the battlefield, and uses its own speed that will never decrease or increase to protect the guests it loads across one battlefield after another, as their name suggests, as a fortress on the battlefield, they are determined to move forward. But no matter what, for everyone present, the scene in front of them was so shocking to them, in the midst of the attack of the Hero King like a rain of bullets, Zhao Mian, who was only one person, carried the war hammer in his hand like this, accompanied by the sound of countless treasures being bounced away, and walked forward firmly. In this way, step by step, Zhao Mian accelerated his speed step by step without caring in front of everyone, he raised the sledgehammer in his hand, and quickly approached the Hero King surrounded by countless sharp blades.

"Clank!" The crisp sound of metal crashing was endless, and countless flying blades were inserted into the ground to build a forest of sharp blades, and the knight in heavy armor charged forward without stopping, countless sharp blades were trampled under his feet, creating a piercing sound of metal in such a ruin.

The charge soon came to an end, even though there were countless treasures, but there was no way to stop the frontal charge of an iron turtle, this was a contest of arrows and shields, and the final result was still slapping the proud face of the hero king.

Zhao Mian, who had rushed all the way to the Hero King, slammed into the last few meters, still shooting at his feet from those still endless swords. He leapt into the air, the war hammer in his hand raised high, and the anger in his eyes stabbed straight at the Hero King like a substance—and then white flames emerged from the air little by little, and they encircled Zhao Mian's body, enveloping him in a temperatureless flame. In that flame, Zhao Mian's face appeared from time to time, his body stopped rising at the top of an arc, and then fell down quickly, the huge war hammer wrapped in flames and smashed towards the hero king below, from the flame, his war cry shook the air and entered everyone's ears: "For glory!"

"Tsk! damn the wretch!" Under such a majesty, even though he had his own pride, the Hero King still chose to avoid its edge, and while directing countless treasures to bombard the knight who turned into a ball of fire, he kicked the ground with the soles of his feet, allowing his whole person to lean back and quickly retreat. The Hero King knew that his attack could not penetrate the opponent's defense, but with so many swords and shots, as long as the opponent chose to defend against this attack, then he could bring himself some respite no matter what, and he believed that as long as he could open the distance, then he could once again grasp the victory or defeat of this battle.

But he miscalculated, the knight who fell from the sky did not even have the slightest intention of defense, he was covered in flames, and in this way he maintained his attacking posture, and smashed his hammer straight into the place where the hero king had just stood—dozens of swords were bounced away by the armor on his body, but there were still some small blades that were inserted into the gaps with the advantage of numbers, cutting through the skin in them. The flaming hammer slammed into the ground with unabated momentum—as if transmitting power, and the entire space trembled at that moment. Then, the warhammer burst out with a strong light, and the strong light chased straight in the direction of the Hero King's retreat with the shockwave, ignoring the blood that splashed out because of his movements, and even pulling out the blades that continued to increase his injuries with his movements, the tall knight was ready to charge again in the force of the downward rush, his legs were like folded mechanisms, and then suddenly straightened, and in the countless rubble and dirt that were kicked away, Zhao Mian followed the shockwave like a cannonball。

A momentary defeat is acceptable, but if it turns into flight, it is not the consciousness that a king should have—so the retreating hero king suddenly stopped, stood up straight, and looked directly at the enemy who was rushing towards him, and behind him, the fluctuations in the air began to tremble violently, and a behemoth compared to those swords appeared in front of everyone. The golden sailboat appeared before everyone, just as it had been in the past, its sails blown up by the evening wind, and glided smoothly through the dirty air than before, and then crashed into the waves of light that swept through the countless gravel and dirt, and was roaring towards this side.

"Boom!" exploded violently. The two forces collided together, and in this ruin, countless wrecks splashed in all directions, and Zhao Mian on the way to charge did not hesitate to plunge into the wreckage of the sky, fearlessly facing the residual threat - he quickly rushed out of the smoke and dust, and those wrecks were turning into magical residues around him, and the passivation of the air brought about by the conversion between matter and energy made the whole place seem to fall into a sluggish position. Then, waiting for him behind the smoke and dust was the Hero King with the sword pillar in his hand, the huge magic power surrounding him, and the colorless power turned into a bright red storm through the sword pillar in his hand.

The Hero King was still smiling wildly, his smile still full of confidence - but there was only calm in his eyes, and only white flames and bright red storms began to converge in his red pupils. Between heaven and earth, at this moment, it seemed that there was only such a not high-pitched voice left, "Enuma-Elish!"

A torrent of red swept by.