Giant Dragon Lord: Starting from Daily Intelligence-Chapter 199 - 193: Turning the Tide of Battle
’This can’t go on...’
Raylo’s mind raced.
His opponent was more agile than Baofeng. In a pure close-quarters dogfight, he would definitely be at a disadvantage.
He had to find a way to turn the tables.
His gaze fell upon the big cat perched on his saddle, who was just watching the show.
"Moonlight, a little help."
Moonlight’s pale golden eyes opened a sliver. It glanced at him, its gaze filled with a lazy ’what a pain’ sort of look.
Down on the battlefield below, everyone held their breath, their eyes glued to the chase in the sky.
A golden stream of light clung to the yellowish-brown Storm Griffin King like a shadow, relentlessly hounding it. Flashes of a sword and Wind Blades clashed continuously, each collision erupting in a shower of brilliant, deadly sparks.
The soldiers of the Fiery Sun Kingdom had already started to cheer quietly. In their eyes, victory was only a matter of time.
Their "Angel" was forcing the Knight who dared to challenge the might of the Fiery Sun into a desperate corner.
However, just as Thirty-Five accelerated again, preparing to launch another fatal attack, the situation changed in an instant!
Beside Raylo, the empty air suddenly rippled like the surface of a pond.
Immediately after, a Storm Griffin King identical to Baofeng burst forth from the rippling void, letting out the same piercing shriek!
Two identical Storm Griffin Kings!
One on the left and one on the right, they formed a pincer, trapping the golden figure between them!
At that moment, the battlefield fell into a deathly silence.
The expressions on everyone’s faces froze.
Even in the hollow eyes of the ever-expressionless Thirty-Five, for the first time, an almost imperceptible flicker of... confusion appeared.
’Two Baofengs?’
The thought exploded like a clap of thunder in the mind of every person on the battlefield.
Whether it was the soldiers below craning their necks in anticipation or the generals of both sides seated in their command posts, their faces were all filled with utter disbelief.
"An Illusion Technique?"
"Blood Lion" Aston subconsciously narrowed his eyes, trying to distinguish the real one from the fake.
However, no matter how he circulated his Fighting Spirit to enhance his vision, the two Storm Griffin Kings in the sky were identical. Their size, their presence, and even the air pressure from the beat of their wings were exactly the same. They were so real he couldn’t find a single flaw.
"No, it’s not an Illusion Technique."
A glint of astonishment flashed in Karachi’s eyes.
"That life force... that Magic Power fluctuation... it’s completely real. Is it some kind of... Clone Magic?"
’What level of Magic is this?’
’Now, the real fight begins!’
The tables had turned in an instant!
"Go!"
At Raylo’s command, he and the newly appeared "Baofeng" moved at the same time!
The two Storm Griffin Kings, one on each side, shot forward like two yellowish-brown bolts of lightning, fearlessly charging the Angel Armament in the center from two directions.
They were no longer dodging or evading, instead choosing the most direct and ferocious assault!
"ROAR!"
The two furious roars merged into one in mid-air, becoming a rolling sound wave.
"Wind Blade Chaos Dance!"
In an instant, a terrifying scene unfolded in the sky.
Hundreds, even thousands, of crescent-shaped cyan Wind Blades shot out from between the wings of the two Griffin Kings. They formed a net of sharp blades with no blind spots, blanketing the sky as it converged on Thirty-Five in an act of Strangulation!
Faced with this sudden turn of events, a flicker of emotion finally crossed Thirty-Five’s emotionless face. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
He abandoned his pursuit, abruptly pulling in his wings of light to envelop himself. At the same time, he swung the Two-Handed Greatsword in his hands at high speed, creating an impenetrable silver curtain of light before him.
"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"
A dense cacophony, like a hailstorm beating on a tin roof, filled the air.
Countless Wind Blades slashed viciously against the wings of light and the curtain of his sword, exploding into ripples of cyan energy.
Although Thirty-Five blocked the first wave of attacks, his prized advantage—his speed—was completely nullified by the pincer attack of the two Griffin Kings.
’Now’s my chance!’
A sharp glint flashed in Raylo’s eyes.
He steered the real Baofeng into a steep dive, its steel-like talons spread wide, aiming straight for the center of Thirty-Five’s back!
Meanwhile, the clone created by Moonlight Magic opened its massive beak.
This time, it didn’t spit a blast of wind, but a powerful, grayish-white Wind Tornado visible to the naked eye!
This was a powerful Talent Magic inherited through the Storm Griffin King’s bloodline, capable of creating a small tornado with immense tearing power and an Imprisonment effect!
Attacked from both front and back!
Thirty-Five was immediately thrown into a crisis like never before.
He could feel the deadly threat from behind and the storm in front of him, powerful enough to tear steel to shreds.
He had to make a choice.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Thirty-Five spun around. He abandoned his defense against Raylo and chose to face the more powerful Wind Tornado head-on!
"Holy Light, protect me!"
He chanted a sacred prayer as the wings of light that had been protecting him shot forward. A blinding Holy Light erupted from his body without reserve, forming a massive golden orb of light to meet the grayish-white tornado!
"BOOM!"
Storm and Holy Light, two completely different types of energy, collided violently in mid-air.
A turbulent torrent of berserk energy spread wildly in all directions, as if the sky itself had been torn open.
And just as Thirty-Five was using all his strength to block the storm, Raylo’s attack arrived!
"PFFT!"
Sharp, steel-like talons viciously pierced Thirty-Five’s back.
It was an energy nexus, and also a point where his defense was relatively weak.
With a dull thud, Thirty-Five’s Solid Armor caved in, and a spray of blood burst from the seams of his Armor.
"Urgh!"
Thirty-Five let out a suppressed groan of pain—the first sound resembling that of a "human" he had made since his appearance.
His body trembled violently, and the energy maintaining the Holy Light Shield fell into momentary disarray.
The Wind Tornado seized the opportunity, and its ferocious tearing force immediately descended upon him.
With a series of sharp CRACKS, multiple parts of his Armor were torn open, revealing the pale skin beneath, which had been corroded by Holy Light Energy. Wounds so deep you could see bone appeared in an instant.
’It’s not over yet!’
Having landed a successful blow, Raylo didn’t linger. He had Baofeng pull back to create distance.
Meanwhile, the clone Griffin on the other side seized the opening created by Thirty-Five’s injury. Its massive talons tore through the air with a whistle as they clawed viciously at his head!
The tides of battle had completely turned!
The sky had become the hunting ground of the two Storm Griffin Kings.
The once-unbeatable Angel Armament was now like a fly caught in a spider’s web, struggling to cope and looking utterly wretched.
Countless Wind Blades, repeated strikes from sharp talons, and one precise lance thrust after another left wound after wound upon his body.
His sacred Golden Armor was now tattered and broken. His pure white wings of light had also dimmed considerably, and the feathers on one side were even torn, leaving it looking damaged.
