Chapter 42

Listen, Ninth Rank?

Lin Mo was startled. The strength the opponent displayed when deflecting the great knight sword in his hand was something he had never encountered since the battle began.

To become a chiliarch of the Portlanders, one must be far from a weakling.

After the decisive strike was deflected, the Dragon Knight continued to charge towards the mage, taking advantage of the lack of defensive measures in the sudden situation.

A mage's constitution is comparable to that of an ordinary person, or even weaker. Being hit hard by a Ninth Rank warrior, the outcome would likely be death or severe injury, regardless of the mage's high magic level, they would no longer pose any threat to the Dragon Knight.

"Bold indeed!"

With a thunderous roar, a figure rushed over, leaving a gray trail, and collided with the Dragon Knight.

The speed at which the highest commander of the Portland "Red-Eyed Lion" vanguard unit arrived exceeded Lin Mo's expectations. Just half a second earlier, the "Dragon General" tactical armor would have struck the mage's robe.

West was blinded by the sudden gust of wind, stumbling back several steps and sitting on the ground with a pale face. When his vision cleared, he saw the chiliarch Matt standing in front of him, dressed in military attire.

"Sir West, you were frightened."

As a mage, he had a natural privilege in front of warriors. Matt smiled and extended his hand to West.

"Thank you, Sir Matt, for saving my life."

West no longer maintained the usual arrogance of a mage. With the help of the other's strong hand and his own staff, he shakily stood up, breathing heavily, not from overexerting his mental power in casting spells, but from the fear of brushing with death.

Compared to the Portland mage who fell to the ground, the Dragon Knight seemed to be in even worse shape, being unexpectedly thrown dozens of meters and even breaking a tree as thick as a person's embrace.

"Damn, actually Ninth Rank peak!"

Lin Mo struggled to stand up again, despite the "Dragon General" tactical armor absorbing much of the impact, he still felt dizzy.

Just one collision, and he personally experienced the opponent's strength.

This Portland chiliarch's strength was even greater than his, approaching the level of a half-step Earth Rank powerhouse.

"Sylan, surrender!"

After helping the only Fourth Rank mage in the vanguard unit to his feet, chiliarch Matt pulled out the giant sword embedded in the nearby ground and pointed it at the Dragon Knight.

The six-foot-long blade was extremely thick, almost as large as the Dragon Knight's standard dragon-slaying sword. In Matt's hands, it swung with a powerful roar, exuding a terrifying aura, likely a formidable weapon.

"Surrender!" At this moment, the Tessian Empire's air knight Rois also approached, forming an equilateral triangle with the others.

Hmm! There was also a Ninth Rank giant bird, its body surrounded by electric light, ready to strike.

"Ha ha! You underestimate the Slyans. Let's fight, I'm in a hurry!"

Lin Mo sneered, once again assuming the starting stance of the Array-Breaking Killing Sword, completely disregarding the disadvantage of being outnumbered, but he was unsure of the use of the item Gold had left him.

Ding!~ A light sound suddenly came from inside the "Dragon General" tactical helmet.

"New external equipment detected. System is identifying. TTC data link protocol detected. Attempting to connect control port."

New external equipment? Lin Mo was puzzled. Besides the standard configuration and external enhanced armor of the "Dragon General" tactical armor, what other equipment did he not know about?

Could it be a "Easter Egg" (special functions and modules not listed in the standard user manual) prepared by the manufacturer of the "Dragon General" tactical armor, Henghai Defense, for him?

"New external module 'Magic Square' control port connection complete. Initializing dual-frequency, dual-mode, dual-channel data link. Initializing preset database, activating custom compilation system, activating human-machine interface."

A small window opened on the "Dragon General" tactical helmet's display, showing an equipment database menu. Only a small part was in full color and selectable, while most were gray and unselectable.

It was actually Gold's evolution program system. The glutton had left him this trump card, which was unexpected. But how did the silver dragon Tesseraphilia, who took it away, not notice this small action? No part of it could have escaped the keen eyes of the female silver dragon.

Lin Mo was well aware of what the magical metal "Spreit" that could grant evolution capabilities to gold dragon subordinates meant to the Sky Dragon City and the intelligent races of this world!

The strongest combination of divine artifacts!

He didn't know if the gold dragon carrying such a treasure was alive or dead!

"Sylan, you can't escape."

Chiliarch Matt of Portland did not give Lin Mo more time to understand the suddenly activated "Magic Square" external module. He retracted his sword and charged again with overwhelming force.

The opponent's strength was slightly inferior to his own. Apart from the strange knight heavy armor, there was no need to hold back. His first move was a killing blow, the Chaotic Wind Slash.

Tessian Empire's air knight Rois coldly moved to Lin Mo's side. This was a battlefield, not the duel between air knights earlier. He had no qualms about joining forces with the Portlanders to surround and kill the opponent.

The Portland Fourth Rank mage's face was solemn as he stepped back, continuously chanting mysterious incantations. The fire element energy in the air began to fluctuate again.

Light Shield!

Lin Mo urgently triggered the spell shield. Facing a stronger opponent, he revealed all his trump cards without reservation.

Forcing the release of a spell before completing the incantation meant paying double the mental energy. Fortunately, he was not a mage and did not have high requirements for mental energy reserves. He only needed a small part to activate his battle aura. Moreover, as long as he maintained a strong and vigorous fighting will, he would naturally generate a continuous stream of mental energy, similar to the meditation techniques or void meditation techniques mastered by mages, sorcerers, and alchemists.

Excluding all distractions, discarding life and death, being selfless and objectless, he condensed pure and refined mental energy with his will. The higher the rank, the more agile and lively the mental power, and the stronger it was. Legendary powerhouses could even interfere with the material world with their minds, a near-miraculous ability.

The light shield in front of the Dragon Knight was only 70% of its full strength. Under the Ninth Rank peak swordsman's killing blow, it predictably shattered into a shower of light points, just like how the Portland Fourth Rank mage West's fire spell shield was shattered by the Dragon Knight's heavy punch earlier.

"Be careful of his left wrist!"

At the moment the light spell shield shattered, the Portland centurion, who had seen the three swords mysteriously disappear, suddenly warned his superior. He saw chiliarch Matt's giant sword stabbing towards the Sylan knight's heart.

With his keen senses, chiliarch Matt of the "Red-Eyed Lion" heard the warning and, without hesitation, raised his sword three inches to avoid the left hand that seemed to be "sacrificing a pawn to save the king." Regardless of the opponent's tricks, this strike would severely wound him, even if it didn't pierce his heart.

The Ninth Rank giant bird outside trembled, its feathers flashing with electric light, ready to strike. With its near-human intelligence, it was quite vengeful.

"Magic Square, arm shield mode!"

With Lin Mo's light command, the black flat ring on his left wrist suddenly expanded, forming a two-foot-diameter arm shield similar to a Scottish round shield.

Almost simultaneously, the opponent's giant sword, which could not be avoided, struck the shield. There were no sparks or loud impacts. It seemed the shield connected to another world, and the giant sword silently pierced through, leaving the back of the shield smooth and unmarked.

Not good! Chiliarch Matt's eyes widened as he twisted his body like a shrimp, kicking with all his might on the round shield on the opponent's left arm, using the rebound to retreat. The Dragon Knight's sword light followed him like a leech.

A drop of blood splattered into the air, turning into a faint red mist in the clash of battle auras.

15 seconds! -> 27 seconds! 26 seconds! 25 seconds...

On the "Dragon General" tactical helmet's display, the countdown value suddenly jumped from 15 seconds to 27 seconds, starting the countdown again.

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