r18novel Chapter 1395 Please Witness
Chapter 1395 Please Witness
Chapter 1395 Please Witness
An enormous tower stands at the end of Stonewell City.
There was a spacious passage and garden between the tower and Stonewell Castle. A huge figure like a mountain goblin was standing in the middle of the passage, muttering something to himself.
In front of him was a flying dragon pierced by a spear and standing upright in the garden.
The flying dragon was no more than ten meters long, which was not very big compared to the mountain monster. It looked like it had been dead for a long time but had not yet completely decayed.
The huge figure wrapped in a tattered and dirty luxurious robe stood in front of Feilong and whispered:
"Oh, fellow dragon. Your power will undoubtedly push my power to a higher level.
My army found your body, which just proves the fate between you and me.
Come, give your strength to... huh?"
The giant slowly turned around and looked in the direction of Stonewell Castle.
Two figures were walking slowly towards the porch.
Nanami was shocked by Greg's ugliness the first time she saw him: "You didn't tell me before that this golden king is a mountain demon."
There is no doubt that the golden king Greg in front of him has the shape of a mountain demon in both his arms and lower limbs, and looks like a small mountain from a distance.
Heather smiled and shook her finger: "NONONO dear, you will soon see why our Lord Greg is called 'Limb Reattachment'."
Greg's head is as huge as a goblin's, but it is about the same size as an ordinary human. He wears a crown, and his pale hair is braided into delicate braids. Even though he looks old, one can still see the handsomeness of the Golden Family on his face.
"How dare you! I can hear you fighting in the castle even when I am meditating here.
But look closely, your arms are long and strong, the most beautiful arms I have ever seen.
Tell me, strange and reckless Faded One, what gift of death do you wish to obtain?"
As he spoke, Greg lifted the huge golden double-headed battle axe with his thick and strong mountain goblin arms and slammed it heavily on the ground.
As something continued to wriggle beneath his robe on his back, it was suddenly lifted up, revealing his arms which were covered in blood.
Each arm was different, as if taken from different warriors, spreading from the shoulders and back to the mountain goblin's arms and even legs. Each arm was moving on its own, as if it had its own thoughts.
Qishi only took a glance and understood the principle behind it. He couldn't help but show disgust on his face:
“He actually used some kind of primitive life energy to penetrate his body, and then cut off his limbs and even his lower body to merge with the body of the mountain demon.
I can understand the integration of mountain goblins, but why install so many ordinary human arms?"
This is also what Heather wanted to ask, are the arms of so many human warriors really helpful in battle?
"Foolish and ignorant Faded Ones, you Faded Ones always ask such foolish questions when you see me."
As he spoke, Greg's arms that were closer to the ground pulled out the swords, spears, and shields stuck in the ground, and his words were filled with condescending arrogance:
"The more limbs you have, the higher my power can be pushed. After I defeat you, I will not kill you two immediately. You will have the honor of witnessing with your own eyes how I seize the great power of the descendants of dragons!
By then, I will regroup and lead my army to the royal city of Rodel to retake the throne that belongs to the Golden Clan!
I will wipe out those vile betrayers one by one, take back all the fragments of the rings they hold, and restore the great Elden Ring.
I am the destiny!
I am the true King of Elden!"
The lofty words and ambitions echoed in the city of Stonewell. The Golden King's blood was boiling, as if he had seen his former enemies kneeling before him, kissing his feet and begging for forgiveness.
However, his beautiful dream was shattered by a fist that quickly enlarged in his field of vision.
Bang! !
Before Greg could even react, he was hit hard in the face. The huge body of the mountain monster flew into the air and flew more than ten meters before it fell heavily to the ground, splashing a lot of gravel and dust.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Greg let out a dull cry of pain. His nose bone was broken, and blood and tears continued to flow out.
He raised his head and saw through his tear-blurred vision that the rebellious Faded One was walking towards him slowly.
Heather moved her shoulders and walked towards Greg while assessing his physical strength.
As expected of a golden descendant of the core Great Rune, even though his power was weak, he was able to take away the physical quality of the person being grafted by grafting limbs. Coupled with the overall enhancement of the Great Rune... Heather felt that the other party's body was even harder than Markit's.
In short, not worth mentioning.
Greg wiped the blood off his face, clenched the golden giant axe and raised it high. The leg that once belonged to the mountain monster was also suddenly raised up, and then stomped down heavily!
A huge storm immediately spread out in all directions with Greg as the center!
Heather's vision was obscured by the sudden rise of dust and gravel. She tilted her head slightly and suddenly raised her right hand like lightning.
With his thumb and index finger precisely grasping the blade of the golden giant axe that was splitting the dust and swinging towards him, Greg desperately urged the mountain monster's powerful arms to press down on the axe handle, but it did not move at all.
"Using [weapons] against me? That's unwise, Your Majesty."
Heather held the golden axe in her right hand, and bent her left index finger and lightly flicked the side of the axe blade.
Snap! Although he hadn't used any force, the golden double-edged axe with beast reliefs began to tremble violently, as if a believer was meeting the god he believed in. The vibration was so great that even Greg's mountain demon arms couldn't hold it.
Clank! The axe fell to the ground, the blade pointing toward Heather as if in worship.
Greg took a few steps back and looked at Heather in disbelief. Then he roared angrily and waved his weapons with his grafted arms to attack Heather.
And Heather just raised her index finger and shook it slightly.
Crack! Crack! Crack! All the weapons held by the grafted limbs rebelled at the same time and attacked the holders.
Cut off by swords, pierced by axes, smashed by shields... Greg felt a sharp pain in his heart. All the limbs holding weapons were destroyed by his own weapons!
On the other side, Heather was explaining to Qishi the origin of limb grafting: "Our Lord Greg came up with the idea of limb grafting because he was weak. He used the power of the ancient Hundred Phases Furnace to cut off the limbs of the mountain goblins and faded ones captured by the army, and grafted them onto his own body.
Bigger is better, more is stronger, am I right, Your Majesty?"
"Shut up, shut up! How can you lowly people understand my pain? I was forced to flee the royal city. I watched helplessly as those rebels showed off their power. I was even beaten to my knees by that bitch Marlenya. I had to kiss the back of her feet in humiliation to survive!"
Greg let out a mournful cry:
"I am the destiny! I have inherited the Great Rune of Golden Godwin, and I am destined to be the King of Elden! Descendants of the dragon, give your power to me!"
He rushed to the pierced body of the young dragon, picked up the giant axe on the ground, cut off his left arm with all his strength, and pushed the wound to the neck of the dragon corpse.
What was strange was that the wound on Greg's broken arm immediately merged with the dragon's corpse, and a large number of wriggling veins appeared at the joint.
Heather had a disgusted expression on her face, but Nanami was a little curious, and the two had no intention of interrupting Greg.
Rip! Greg raised his arm violently, and the dragon head was torn off from the dragon corpse and connected to Greg's broken arm.
The dragon head clearly had no eyeballs in its eye sockets, but at this moment it coughed up a few mouthfuls of black blood, and then let out a low dragon roar in its 'throat'.
"My ancestors—"
Greg raised his left arm with a dragon head, opened his dragon mouth to the sky and spewed out blazing dragon flames.
"Please bear witness!!"