Chapter 343: 341 Preparing to Run Away_1

Translator: 549690339

However, Blood Thunder Lord seemed to be full of confidence. He pointed at Konoheim with one hand, and a complicated blood-colored circular magic array appeared under Konoheim’s feet.

The blood-colored magic array began to rotate rapidly under Konoheim’s feet, and as it sped up, blood-colored arcs of lightning emerged from the edges of the circle.

At the same time, the electric arcs became bigger and more numerous, densely twisting and entangling with each other.

In almost an instant, these blood-colored electric arcs intertwined to form a chaotic and terrifying blood-colored pillar that tightly enveloped Konoheim.

Simultaneously, it completely isolated him from his surroundings.

“Whoosh!”

With the sound of breaking air, Moray suddenly sped away from behind Konoheim.

Obviously, he was trying to avoid Blood Thunder Lord’s attack.

Although he didn’t think an attack of this level would hurt Konoheim, the big shot might not necessarily protect him.

After staying in the Soul Eater Wand for so long, Moray had already become used to his current strength.

Seeing Moray floating back to his side, Otto said irritably, “Why did you come back? Weren’t you quite interested just now?”

“To enjoy, you need a life!”

Moray said helplessly, “With my current situation, I don’t have the energy to use the Soul Separation Skill again, and I can’t even use the Life Box exclusive to Witch Demons.

So now, I only have one life left. If I die, there will be no chance to struggle.

Wouldn’t you say I have to behave with my tail tucked in… No! To behave as a wand?”

From beginning to end, Moray loved to court death, but he would never seek it.

After experiencing so many years, he not only hadn’t had enough, but cherished his life more than most people.

Lazily ignoring Moray, Otto shifted his attention to Konoheim.

Blood Thunder Lord’s attack range and momentum were huge, and after the thick blood-colored pillar of light dissipated, a large irregular pit had been left on the smooth icy surface in front of the platform.

As for Konoheim, he stood unharmed in his original position, without even a wrinkle on his clothes.

It felt as if everything Blood Thunder Lord had done before had no effect on him at all.

“Is this the demon that is said to be immortal and even the incarnation of a deity cannot easily kill?”

Konoheim looked at Blood Thunder Lord with some disappointment, and it was clear from his tone that he was disappointed with Blood Thunder Lord’s performance.

“Gulp…gulp…hehehehe…”

Blood Thunder Lord’s eyes, like a pair of red light bulbs, stared fixedly at Konoheim. His shriveled lower jaw moved up and down, producing a creepy, hoarse laughter.

“Crackle…”

Blood-colored lightning flashed around him, and his figure gradually became shorter in Konoheim’s eyes.

No, he wasn’t shrinking; Blood Thunder Lord was slowly merging into the ice surface, starting with his feet, like he was submerging into water.

Although all of this happened right before Konoheim’s eyes, he clearly showed no intention of stopping it.

Otto and Moray, who were watching from the sidelines, knew exactly what Konoheim was thinking; he wanted to see what Blood Thunder Lord was capable of.

This could be called the composure of a strong person.

Not long after, the smooth ice surface around Konoheim began to melt into a viscous red liquid.

This viscous red liquid seemed like boiled blood, bubbling and emitting a pungent, fishy smell.

Even the shattered ice under Konoheim’s feet was no exception, also turning into boiling blood water.

If one ignored the disgusting crimson color, it would look quite like a hot spring.

Soaking in the viscous liquid, Konoheim frowned slightly, as a semi-transparent magic shield enveloped him.

The blood-colored viscous liquid seemed to have a strong corrosive property, letting out a harsh “squeak” sound upon contact.

Moreover, the effects were astonishing. Even the protective spell cast by Konoheim himself began to show tiny cracks under the corrosion of the viscous liquid.

At the same time, these cracks kept growing bigger, indicating that Konoheim’s defensive magic would not be able to hold on for much longer.

“Brass Dragon, I told you that you would pay for your arrogance!”

The gloomy voice of Blood Thunder Lord seeped through the blood-colored viscous liquid, as if he had completely fused with it.

Moreover, after some effort, he had regained his language skills.

From his tone, Blood Thunder Lord seemed confident that he had already won.

Unfortunately, although this move was tricky, it was still not much of a threat to Konoheim.

Konoheim recited a spell in his heart, and the magic elements in the air danced happily under his control.

In a short while, under the pale yellow magical radiance, the blood-colored viscous liquid slowly solidified back into ice, and Blood Thunder Lord rose up from beneath the ice with a bewildered look on his face.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

After asking three consecutive questions in his soul, Blood Thunder Lord finally refocused his attention on Konoheim.

Only now did he realize that he had truly misjudged the situation earlier.

Perhaps it was because he had just woken up from a year of sealed slumber that he hadn’t been able to gauge Konoheim’s true strength at first.

At this point, Blood Thunder Lord began to be cautious and closely sized up Konoheim.

After a moment, he finally came to an accurate conclusion.

This guy, he couldn’t afford to provoke…

At least with his current status, he couldn’t. After all, although he seemed powerful now, his strength was not even a tenth of what it was in his prime.

Since he couldn’t win, Blood Thunder Lord started to consider other options.

Perhaps escaping and hiding somewhere to develop his strength was the best choice.

With that in mind, he focused his gaze on the strange Silver Dragon nearby.

Although this Silver Dragon was forty meters tall, compared to the Brass Dragon in front of him, it seemed like an easy target.

Although it didn’t seem to have any intention of making a move from the beginning, its position seemed to be on guard against his escape, faintly blocking the direction of the exit.

So, it seemed that if he really wanted to escape, he would have to face this Silver Dragon one way or another.