Chapter 19: Three Divine Artifacts
Linley looked at the dark red hatchet.
“Not long ago, this hatchet was over a hundred meters long, but now, it is so tiny.” Linley, in his heart, valued this axe very highly. “Most importantly, that Flame Tyrant was only a Prime Saint level expert, and yet in his hands, this axe was capable of such tremendous power.”
Linley thought of his own Bloodviolet sword.
“Both of them are divine artifacts, but in my hands, Bloodviolet is only capable of unleashing a portion of its power.”
Linley understood that his own Bloodviolet was perhaps an even more terrifying weapon, but at the Saint-level, he simply wasn’t capable of fully unleashing the power of Bloodviolet. It was much the same with the ‘Coiling Dragon’ ring. The current Linley couldn’t actively utilize the Coiling Dragon ring at all.
The more powerful an artifact was, the greater the requirements were for activating it.
However…this divine artifact axe was something which even Saints could use. To a Saint, this axe was a better weapon.
“Linley, take it. You made the greatest contributions in killing the Flame Tyrant.” Desri flew over as well.
Linley suddenly thought of Barker, and said, “Then I won’t hesitate.” At the same time, Linley accepted the dark red hatchet, storing it into his interspatial ring. “I hope Barker survived. If he truly…well, I’ll gift this axe to Gates and the others.”
Linley still felt guilt in his heart towards Barker.
“The Flame Tyrant is finally dead. But Hayward and the others…” Desri felt extremely miserable right now. Higginson, Olivier, and the rest of the twelve remaining experts flew over from afar. There had originally been over twenty of them. But now, only a few were left.
“Big brother.” Higginson was in great pain as well.
Desri and Higginson looked at each other, agony in their eyes. But they understood…ever since they chose to come to the Necropolis of the Gods, they set on a path where they could not blame others if they died. Actually, Hayward had already lived for thousands of years. Dying now wasn’t a big deal.
After all, these people had already experienced many things in life.
Olivier looked at Linley, a hint of a resigned smile on his lips. “This Linley saved me yet again.” Olivier was a very arrogant person and he hated owing others. But Linley had saved him twice now.
“Linley, your attack is very unique.” Rutherford sighed in amazement. “That Flame Tyrant had incredible defense, but your attack seemed to completely ignore it.”
Linley didn’t try to hide anything. “This is an attack which I have gained insight into which can ignore the target’s defense.”
“What a bizarre, shocking attack.” Fain sighed in amazement as well.
The nearby experts all felt their heart shudder. Linley was a Dragonblood Warrior, and thus his natural talent was at the absolute peak of what humans could reach. But now, Linley’s understanding of the Laws had reached such a terrifying level as well. Linley was more powerful than others in both aspects.
With those aspects combined, it could be said that his attack power was the greatest amongst the Saints of the Yulan continent!
“The number one Saint-level expert of the Yulan continent…that is you!” Desri sighed approvingly as he looked at Linley.
“I only possess powerful offense and decent defense. In terms of speed, I cannot compare to you and Fain, Desri.” Linley replied honestly. The understandings he had gained in the Elemental Laws of the Wind were still very far from the level of mastery.
“Right. How is Tulily?” Rosarie, looking much better now, suddenly said. “Let’s go see if he is still alive.”
“Right.” Fain and Desri nodded as well.
Tulily was the Prime Saint with the most powerful attack of the group, after all. If they wanted to make it further into the Necropolis of the Gods, they couldn’t lack someone like him. Linley and the others immediately flew towards the place where Tulily’s body had collapsed and landed next to him.
Moments later…
Next to the boiling hot river of lava, his body covered with blood, Tulily was currently seated cross-legged on a stone. His arms were completely shattered, and even one of his legs had been partially torn off. There was a large amount of fresh blood on his chest.
“Tulily.” Desri flew over. “You are lucky to be alive.”
Tulily, seeing Desri fly over, revealed a bitter smile on his face. “I was almost finished just then. Desri, give me a hand…your powers in utilizing healing energy is the best amongst all Saints.” Desri immediately stretched his hand out and immediately released healing magic.
At Desri’s level, he was capable of instacasting light-style magic of the ninth rank.
But Olivier, despite also training in the Laws of Light, was a warrior, after all. His healing abilities were far inferior to Desri’s.
Rosarie, Rutherford, and Fain all landed as well. Tulily looked at the four of them, then said in surprise, “Desri, how can you all be so leisurely? Can it be that you killed the Flame Tyrant? What method did you use to kill him?”
Tulily was extremely surprised. He had personally witnessed the terrible might of the Flame Tyrant.
“It was Linley who killed him.” Rosarie said, while pointing at the distant Linley, who was still in mid-air.
Tulily raised his head and glanced at Linley. “Linley?”