HLnovel Chapter 823 - 448: Louis’s Strength (Part 3)
Chapter 823 - 448: Louis’s Strength (Part 3)
Louis moved, a burst of crimson power erupted instantly, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air, so fast that even those tentacles couldn’t react.
"Get out."
With this low growl, the pressure of the Ancient Dragon at the top of the food chain crashed down like a heavy hammer.
Those tentacles meant to kill shrank visibly in mid-air, exhibiting the prey’s instinct upon encountering a predator.
A thick tentacle slammed down in front of him.
Louis reached out with his right hand, his five fingers wrapped in purple mist directly dug into the slimy flesh.
Meryl let out a terrified scream.
She felt it, the purple power climbing wildly up the tentacle, greedily gnawing at her body.
The pink energy was forcibly extracted, like water into a vortex, continuously pouring into Louis, then crushed, purified by the Primordial Heart, becoming clean fuel.
Louis dragged the rapidly withering tentacle, moving step by step forward.
Three-colored light intertwined around him, making him resemble an unseeable statue of a God.
"You’re nothing more than a pile of rotten flesh." His voice echoed in the hall.
The crimson fist rose.
"Boom!!"
A shock wave pierced through the entire pink flesh nest the next second.
Meryl’s screams were abruptly silenced.
The massive body exploded like a balloon punctured.
The pink slime in the air hadn’t even hit the ground before the purple mist devoured it completely.
The sweet, pungent smell dissipated.
The hall reverted back to its cold, empty gloom.
Louis stood in the midst of the wreckage, the light around him slowly subsiding, leaving only a platinum starlight retreating into his body.
He adjusted his cuffs, still looking like the well-dressed young nobility, his coat pristine, not a crease.
Weir’s arm was still twitching slightly from using his bloodline talent.
What happened in those few seconds?
Couldn’t see, really couldn’t see.
To those battle-hardened knights, the scene was missing as if someone had crudely cut a piece from a film strip.
Only a few haunting shadows remained on their retinas—a crimson afterimage tearing through space, a swirling purple mist, and that fleeting gold.
The sound even lagged.
Only after Louis began to straighten his cuffs did the explosion and monster’s screams land belatedly, stubbornly piercing their ears.
Weir slowly canceled, his throat dry.
As a knight close to peak, he knew the worth of those two monsters.
Balk, just his presence was enough to render him immobile, whereas Meryl was more monstrous.
But now?
One was crushed into the ground like a cigarette butt, the other vanished without a trace.
Instant kill, utterly complete instant kill.
"Lord Louis actually..."
Weir watched the back slowly cleaning the gloves, his gaze turning from dazed to fervent, his mouth uncontrollably grinning ear to ear.
Lord had gone so long without action, long enough for them to make the illusion that he was just a commander needing protection.
But today, this sword, sheathed for years, was merely drawn an inch.
The world changed.
Weir took a deep breath, pulled out the greatsword stuck in the ground, holding it inverted, the tip pointing down.
"Thud."
He knelt heavily, his knee cracking the stone slab.
Immediately, uniform kneeling sounds echoed in the hall.
No one cared about the lingering metallic scent or the scattered rubble on the ground.
All knights looked up, staring intently at the figure, their eyes gleaming brightly.
It’s a joy that only appears when believers witness true miracles.