r18novel Chapter 670 Cursed Land
Chapter 670 Cursed Land
At the end of the dark passageway, a stone wall carved with ancient characters and patterns blocked the way.
The murals depict ancient people performing sacrifices, as well as patterns of fruits that emit a soft glow.
With the help of a portable light source, Da Long carefully traced the texture and wear marks of the mural with his fingers, his brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.
"The direction of the sacrifice... and here, the lines depicting the flow of energy," Da Long analyzed in a low voice, his fingertip finally stopping at a slightly abstract area of plant vines entwined in the lower right corner of the mural.
"What we need is likely in the core storage area in this direction. But going deeper..."
He turned around, his face grave: "Based on these dark patterns on the edges of the mural, symbolizing 'resentment' and 'protection,' there are Pokémon sleeping or wandering deeper within..."
"It has probably been completely corrupted by the negative energy accumulated here over thousands of years. Its strength and ferocity are far beyond what those scattered soldiers outside can match."
Upon hearing this, Cynthia simply brushed aside a strand of golden hair that had fallen over her shoulder, her tone calm yet brimming with absolute confidence: "It's alright. This ruin may be ancient, but there probably isn't a Pokémon that can stop Shuwen and me from joining forces."
Her gaze swept over Li Shuwen beside her.
Li Shuwen smiled but didn't say anything, which was taken as tacit agreement.
The journey that followed confirmed Da Long's prediction.
The deeper you go, the colder and thicker the air becomes, as if it is filled with invisible malice.
From the darkness came rustling sounds and whispers, and suddenly a series of dark figures lunged out—the cursed doll grinned with an eerie smile, the lost coffin exuded a chilling aura that sucked at souls, and the wind ball, trailing a ghostly tail, crashed silently towards them.
However, these ghostly attacks, which would have wiped out an ordinary expedition, did not even slow down Cynthia and Li Shuwen's steps in the slightest.
Gengar seemed to be the master of darkness, laughing as he moved through the shadows.
Wherever the crimson eyes fall, the Shadow Fist strikes out like a ghost, its eerie power precisely targeting the opponent's weaknesses.
The black energy vortex swallowed up all the incoming Ghost-type moves.
Gengar was more like playing around, effortlessly sweeping away all threats along its path.
It truly deserves the title of the most evil Gengar in the world.
Finally, a massive stone door inlaid with dark metallic patterns appeared in front of us.
The door was tightly closed, with a faint light shining through the crack.
However, before they could get close, the two ancient suits of armor in front of the door, which were originally thought to be decorations, suddenly opened their "eyes"!
"Buzz—!"
On the left side of the armor, a ghostly blue flame, like that of hellfire, burst forth from the gaps in the helmet and the joints, rapidly spreading across the entire body and condensing into a ghostly greatsword burning with blue-purple flames.
Azure Flame Blade Demon's posture was as elegant as an ancient swordsman, yet his body exuded a chilling resentment and an incomparably sharp sword intent.
The armor on the right side erupted with blazing golden-red flames, as hot as molten lava, as if draped in a flowing robe of fire. It was as solemn as a temple guardian, with its fists clenched. The surging heat and light spread out, temporarily dispelling the surrounding chill.
"These are... the Azure Flame Blade Demons and Crimson Armored Knights from the Padia region!" The Great Dragon gasped, his eyes filled with shock. "How could they be here? And their aura... is terrifyingly strong! They've been guarding this gate for at least several hundred years, or even longer!"
Cynthia's gaze was instantly drawn to the Crimson Armored Knight, who shone with gold and red light and resembled the embodiment of the sun. The handsome image of Azure Flame Blade Demon that she had seen in the data was completely replaced.
A slight smile played on her lips, making no attempt to hide her delight: "This Crimson Lotus Armored Knight is quite impressive."
She turned to Li Shuwen and said, "Shuwen, are you going to take over that Azure Flame Blade Demon?"
Li Shuwen looked at Cynthia's shining eyes, then glanced at the Azure Flame Blade Demon burning with ghostly flames, and shrugged indifferently: "Fine, it seems the shiny one suits you better."
He took a step forward and casually swung out a Poké Ball.
A flash of light appeared, and the Greatsword Demon's steady figure stood in front of the Azure Flame Blade Demon.
The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze—both were martial artists tempered by time, and both could feel the sharp sword intent and resilient soul emanating from the other, a spirit refined by time and countless battles.
This Azure Flame Blade Demon absorbed and fused with the resentment and curse power of a thousand-year-old ruin underground. Its profound foundation may truly make it an opponent on the same level as the Greatsword Demon.
There was no roar, no warning.
The Azure Flame Blade Demon moved, its first move being a killing technique imbued with endless regret and obsession—the Regret Sword!
The blue-purple flames of resentment were compressed to the extreme on the sword. The next moment, it appeared in front of the Great Sword Demon like a ghost tearing through space, with the tip of the sword piercing straight for his brow!
It moved so fast that it left only a poignant, vivid trail of flame on the retina.
"Clang!"
The clear, resonant sound of metal clashing echoed through the passageway.
The giant horn on the Greatsword Demon's forehead tilted slightly to one side, and at the same time, the shell-shaped blade on the side of its forelimb was drawn, carrying a condensed, tangible stream of azure water energy.
He precisely parried the sword tip, which was burning with resentment. The collision of water and fire stirred up hissing white mist and energy fragments.
The battle escalated rapidly.
Azure Flame Blade Demon's swordsmanship is unpredictable and fierce, sometimes like the mournful cries of a vengeful spirit, endlessly entwining; sometimes like a thunderbolt, swift and unpredictable.
Each sword strike carried a chilling resentment that eroded the spirit.