NABC Chapter 494: 29: Rider's Scorn for Ancestors (5.7k)
Chapter 494: 29: Rider's Scorn for Ancestors (5.7k)
Chapter 494: Chapter 29: Rider’s Scorn for Ancestors (5.7k)
The morning sun penetrated the gap of the window, casting light into a quiet bedroom.
Accompanied by a muffled murmur, Luo En on the bed slowly awoke, opening his eyes to look at the ceiling above.
Hmm, a strange ceiling.
Looking around, Luo En found the room he was in had a warm tone, with a distinct feminine style.
The wall had a painting of swans playing in the water and cute little sculptures on the windowsill, reflecting the homeowner’s unspoiled sense of childlike joy. Several illuminated fluorite stones were even intentionally arranged in a star-shaped geometric pattern. The thick mattress beneath him and a set of soft and silky velvet bedding made this an ideal place for rest.
Feeling the movement in the bed, a little head that had been soundly asleep at the edge of the bed suddenly emerged from the soft bedding and looked at Luo En with surprise.
...
“You finally woke up!”
Seeing the uncontrollably excited Helen, Luo En’s heart warmed, and he nodded with a smile, asking,
“How long have I been unconscious?”
“For three months now.”
Helen spoke solemnly, her eyes filled with fear.
“After the anomaly in the Royal City disappeared, Sister Atalanta carried you back from the Royal Palace, but you have been unconscious, and your body seemed like it was about to crack open, looking so terrifying...”
Luo En listened quietly, roughly understanding the circumstances.
He had overused his extraordinary Authority during the battle with Typhon’s Incarnation at the Astrological Observatory, resulting in his body nearly collapsing under the strain.
Fortunately, Atalanta, who had dealt with the King of Arcadia, arrived in time, bringing him to this cottage and entrusting Helen with his care. She herself had rushed to the Arcadian Mountains to back up teammates resisting the Beast Disaster, eventually succeeding in bringing most of the Subjugators back to the city.
After three months of recovery, the cracks in Luo En’s body had mostly healed, and his consciousness had revived.
Everything had come to a satisfactory conclusion.
Then, burly warriors on either side turned the wheel, elevating the cannon’s angle, and filled the cannon’s muzzle engraved with Hermes Script with bronze giant arrows as thick as a baby’s arm.
And under the synchronized chanting of Priests and Priestesses, the Spells on the cannon were activated. The weapon, blessed and enchanted, fired like worthless junk towards the outside of the city.
En route, the disintegrating Runes triggered an intense Aether Tide.
Dense beams of light sprayed out in all directions like swords piercing the sky, shredding several bipedal dragons into pieces.
Amidst the dense thuds of piercing bodies and the pitiful cries of beasts, parts of Magic Beasts like dragon scales, bat wings, and chunks of flesh bloodily scattered onto the ground.
In just a short moment, dozens of bipedal dragons were slaughtered.
Watching from the shadows, Luo En, seeing Atalanta handling the situation with composure, nodded in satisfaction and then swept his gaze over the so-called city defense weapons and the young faces in the garrison wearing owl badges, immediately understanding the origins of these objects.
The Spiritual Liquid Cannon, a technique of magical weaponry, had been learned by the civilization of Minos from the Bronze Giant, Talos, and had been installed in the Minos Fleet.
After the sinking of Crete Island, this technology reached Athens and could be researched at the Academy of Athens.
Clearly, the replication of these items had significant contributions from the students of the Academy of Athens and the Alchemists of the Hermes Sector.
Humans, indeed a species tenacious to the extreme.
As Luo En reflected, the Magic Beasts had already reached the base of the city.
But having lost their aerial combat units, these strength-reliant beasts could only attack the multi-reinforced high walls with physical might alone.
Arcadian Soldiers and Divine Blood Heroes from various city-states, positioned at strategic points, formed tight Spartan phalanxes, calmly standing their ground with shields and spears raised.
The Twin brothers, responsible for close combat, gauged the distance, their upturned mouths gradually revealing a cold smirk as one brother’s right hand violently swung down.
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