Chương 630: Chapter 630: Archimonde: I'm Trying My Best, Okay?
Some things just have to be done.
Archimonde was deeply annoyed by the Pope's actions, but there was nothing he could do. The play had progressed to this point, and he had to grit his teeth and continue acting.
Harming Coran's friends...
Could this really be something an uncle would do?
Honestly...
He really couldn't bring himself to do it.
He scrutinized Coran's three friends: a mage, an archer, and a warrior…
Hmm…
The first two weren't physically robust enough. It would be better to start with the warrior.
If Olivia knew about this situation...
She would definitely cry out… "Is it my fault for being a warrior? Do I deserve this kind of treatment?"
"Little girl, you've managed to hold on until now, which means you're quite capable. But have you ever experienced true despair?" Archimonde said, a sneer playing on his lips, a smile that sent chills down Coran's spine.
Suddenly!
Coran exclaimed, "Olivia, watch out…"
She shouted in panic, but she was too slow. Archimonde instantly appeared in front of Olivia. His massive form dwarfed Olivia, who was visibly startled and frightened.
But years of combat experience allowed Olivia to react instantly, counterattacking Archimonde.
Clang!
Archimonde swatted the sword from Olivia's hand with a single slap and then seized her by the throat, slowly lifting her into the air. No matter how much Olivia struggled, she couldn't break free from his grip.
"Let her go!" Coran shouted, her eyes red with fury.
Seeing Coran so angry…
Archimonde felt a pang of guilt. It wasn't that he wanted to do this, but he had no choice. Her father had asked him to do this. It was all an act, a play designed to make her stronger.
He couldn't just tell her directly.
But he hoped she would understand.
His heart was fragile. He swallowed his grievances with tears.
However, the reality was…
"Haha, angry? Your emotions are quite impressive. But your anger only represents your incompetence. She's your good friend, right? But when you see your good friend die before your eyes, I imagine you'll become even angrier, won't you?"
Archimonde tightened his grip. Olivia struggled to breathe, her face turning crimson. Death seemed imminent.
The brave band of Godslayer heroes had long been annihilated.
The others were just there to fill the numbers.
Only Coran and her friends were the focus. If those others were standing, they might disrupt the overall plan, so it was better for them to be lying down.
"Bastard, let her go!"
Seeing Olivia's pain, flames of rage burned fiercely within Coran's heart. If these flames could materialize, they would likely incinerate Archimonde.
"Helplessness, weakness, anger… I can sense your negative emotions. They are truly exquisite, delicious. Offer me your soul, and I will release your friend," Archimonde said with a sinister laugh.
The Pope, who was watching the scene unfold, heard Archimonde's words and hurriedly transmitted a message:
"What are you doing? Do you want to ruin everything? I told you not to reveal your true nature. Restrain yourself, understand? You must restrain yourself."
The Pope was anxious, hoping Coran wouldn't follow Archimonde's demands.
"Don't… worry about me. Run!" Olivia gasped, struggling to speak. He was too strong. The Evil God was truly too powerful. They were no match for him. If they stayed here, their only fate would be death.
Looking at Olivia's pained expression, Coran roared, "I agree! Let my friend go!"
The Pope frowned. Archimonde was completely out of control. Instead of properly crushing her latent power, why was he wasting time with these pointless words?
Lin Fan said, "It's alright. This actually reassures me. She has important companions. Even without me by her side, there will be people to accompany her. I can rest easy."
The Pope didn't understand what Lin Fan meant.
He didn't think too much about it.
He simply assumed it was Lin Fan's momentary sentimentality.
At this moment…
Archimonde also realized that the plot was heading in the wrong direction and hurriedly made a change. "Really? What a pity. I was just joking. Your soul isn't important to me. Look at your friend. She's about to die!"
He had to follow the script.
He had indeed made a mistake just now.
Olivia felt it increasingly difficult to breathe. She had struggled fiercely earlier, but now she gradually gave up resistance, only whispering weakly,
"Run… quickly… Don't worry about me… We're no match for him…"
"I will never abandon my friends!" Coran's breathing grew rapid. Seeing her best friend in such pain, the rage in her heart reached its peak.
Olivia said, "Sylph, Tia, take her away…"
But they couldn't imagine the Evil God before them. They were also anxious. Hurry up. If he continued to choke her like this, it would become unrealistic. Which Evil God would waste so many words? They would have acted directly long ago.
Moreover, if he continued choking her, this little girl would die. He could only pretend to loosen his grip inadvertently, giving her a chance to breathe.
"Ah!"
Coran charged forward in fury, swinging her greatsword, imbued with douqi and magic.
Such a strike was terrifying.
Unfortunately…
She was facing an Evil God, the Abyssal Lord Archimonde. His script was to win, so he couldn't possibly let her rescue Olivia. Without any hesitation, he waved his hand, sending Coran flying.
After landing, Coran still didn't give up, continuing to charge towards Archimonde. Consumed by rage, she only wanted to rescue Olivia from the Evil God's grasp.
Knockback!
Charge!
Knockback!
Charge!
This continued relentlessly, even as she became covered in wounds, she didn't give up.
"Roar!"
The pink dragon followed Coran, continuously attacking Archimonde.
Under normal circumstances…
These two would have long been dead against an Abyssal Lord. But there was no other way. The script didn't allow it. They could only continue this seemingly playful exchange. The Lords of the Abyss were all ruthless beings, treating their enemies with fiery ferocity, never giving them any chance.
Tia and Sylph joined the battle.
Even though Tia's magic power was depleted, she was diligently recovering it, then casting small fireballs.
This was all she could do.
Sylph's wind arrows had no effect on Archimonde. It was like tickling him, causing no sensation whatsoever.
The observing Pope felt a twinge of pity and said, "Perhaps we should end this."
"No, this is a rare opportunity. For her, this is how growth happens. I believe she can persevere," Lin Fan replied.
Why was he so cruel to Coran, yet treated Old Zhang differently? For example, if Old Zhang tripped and scraped himself, he would be heartbroken. And if there was an enemy present, that enemy would be even more unfortunate.
It was a stark contrast.
Gradually…
Coran ran out of strength and collapsed on the ground. She tried to get up, but her body felt unresponsive. She looked up at Olivia, who was still held captive by the Evil God.
She felt Olivia's life force weakening.
No…
She wasn't mistaken. Archimonde was doing just that, but he knew his limits, controlling his strength. He was even helping Olivia cultivate.
Only at the brink of death…
Could one grasp the true meaning.
It was something one couldn't comprehend during ordinary times. For example, those who attempt suicide, 99% of them regret it the moment they jump.
After all, if I'm not even afraid of death, what else is there to fear?
Unfortunately… they realize it too late.
Archimonde felt it was enough. Continuing would only be a waste of time. He prepared to make a grand exit, telling them… "Weaklings, death is too easy for you. Enjoy this world ruled by evil!"
Yes!
These words were quite domineering, perfectly embodying the arrogance of an Abyssal Lord.
But at this moment…
The situation changed.
Both the Pope and Lin Fan were stunned.
Coran and the pink dragon began to glow.
"This is?" The Pope frowned, unable to understand the current situation or what was happening. He only saw a power erupt from within Coran's body, and the same from the dragon.
This power was somewhat mysterious…
The light dissipated.
Coran, who had been utterly exhausted, stood up again. She was now clad in dragon armor, with a dragon's shadow appearing behind her. Magical elements surged into her body from all directions.
Her greatsword absorbed the dragon soul.
The Pope pondered, searching his memories, as if trying to find an explanation.
Archimonde transmitted a message: "This is fusion. When the bond between a human and a dragon reaches a certain level, they gain this ability. This is something that only happened a long, long time ago, and hasn't been seen for thousands of years."
While he was transmitting the message…
Coran appeared before him, her greatsword slashing down fiercely.
The power was far greater than before.
Archimonde raised his hand.
Crack!
The greatsword crafted by the Abyssal blacksmith shattered. A beam of light struck him, tearing a wound in his chest. Archimonde stumbled back slightly, releasing Olivia from his grasp.
Coran caught Olivia and landed some distance away, then looked directly at Archimonde and said, "I will not let you go."
"Impressive!" Archimonde looked surprised. He hadn't expected to be injured, although he had been careless and hadn't noticed the attack. But the injury was real.
In the blink of an eye…
The wound healed.
"Human hero, I didn't expect you to reach this level. Unfortunately… your dragon is too weak, and your strength is too weak. Even with fusion, you cannot kill me."
"If your strength and your dragon's were greater, perhaps you could truly pose a threat."
"What a pity…"
"Let's end this here today. Enjoy the nightmare that I, Archimonde, have brought upon you. She has been corrupted by my abyssal power and has only three years to live. If you cannot destroy me, you will watch her become a slave of the abyss. I wonder if you'll be able to kill your companion then."
"Hahahaha…"
Archimonde laughed loudly, then vanished before their eyes.
"Don't go!"
Coran rushed forward, but she grasped at air. Her transformed state immediately dissolved, and the pink dragon collapsed on the ground, exhausted, clearly unable to sustain that form.
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