Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich 546 Queen Knigh

But, even more dangerous were the giant pitch-black machines before us. Red, green, and purple lights could be seen flashing in the darkness. These were all warning lights on the activated mechanical guardians' bodies.

"Barton hasn't even cleaned out all of these…?"

"Of course not. They're a small assault team, not a party for a full dungeon clear. They'd tire themselves to death if they cleared out every single robot."

I arrived together with Amelia and the silly cat as the reinforcements to rescue everyone at the ruins. Amelia had refused to let her wood spirits follow her despite their wanting to, and since I had fully recovered my physical abilities, I was quite happy to have a chance to test my abilities again.

"For the Holy Light!"

My plain silver war hammer arced forward as it viciously smashed into the waist of an iron gargoyle. The iron gargoyle's entire metal body was shattered into tiny pieces.

Not a single robot was sent flying back from the impact, as they were all smashed into smithereens. No matter if the enemy was made of iron, a metal alloy, stone, or mud, none of that mattered in front of my giant war hammer. Not a single robot was able to dodge a single swing, nor was a single robot able to move after taking a single blow. All that I left behind were piles and piles of raw resources.

The mechanical guardians were no idiots. Once they discovered that it was impossible for them to stop me in melee, great majority of robots began attacking me from long range only.

At this moment, cannon fire covered my entire field of vision. It seemed like it would be impossible to dodge everything.

"For the lich king!"

Yet, I laughed out loud and ignored all the attacks while casually changing my battle cry, and recklessly charged into the cannon fire.

Right before the cannon fire hit my body, the shadow of an angrily roaring red dragon appeared, and then…

*Clang, clang, clang!*

That was the sound of metal against metal. Despite all the explosions blooming on my body, they were completely unable to slow me down as I continued smashing down the robots one by one as if I was playing Whack-Mole.

A set of deep red dragon rune heavy armor had appeared on my body. When faced with my SemiGod equipment, this cannon fire that wasn't even magically enchanted couldn't even scratch the armor.

[Full-body dragonscale ice armor: Guardian of Yongye. System's evaluation: SemiGod equipment (with growth potential.)]

[This armor was constructed using ancient dragon blood and eternal ice from Frigidwinter Earth. Special runes are carved on it, and the armor is host to Erebella's soul. Roland is the only individual allowed to use this armor.]

[Titan's Thunder Metal: this armor has legendary damage reduction capabilities. Attributes: -50 damage taken from all equipment that isn't God Equipment. Any damage coming from below God Equipment level will be directly reduced by 50 points. System notification: you actually thought of using shattered pieces of a Titan's shield and embedding it within your armor to improve the defenses? You're truly imaginative indeed.]

[Ein Mezus's Protection: Dragon blood swirls within this armor. She is protecting the owner of this armor, which is bad news for anyone trying to attack you. This means that the armor will automatically absorb the first 200 points of damage every day before any damage will be taken. This ability will automatically recover and refresh within 24 hours.]

[Dragon Bloodline: I truly don't understand why this attribute appeared on a suit of armor, but you've managed to accomplish it. The wearer of this armor can use all dragon bloodline abilities.]

[Yongye's Authority: Due to the special nature of this armor, all ice damage will be completely unable to render the temperature within the armor to drop under zero degrees. This means that the person inside this armor will be almost completely immune to ice magic. And due to the ancient red dragon bloodline within this armor, all fire damage taken is reduced by 50%, and then reduced by another 30 points.]

I had spent a great deal of effort on obtaining this soul-infused armor as one of my trump cards. This armor gave me the confidence to face any opponent.

Compared to seven years ago, the dragon bloodline had matured, and I had also grown more powerful. This helped my armor to grow from Legend-ranked equipment to SemiGod level. But unlike other equipment that grew power levels, my armor didn't obtain any new abilities. It was just that its defensive capabilities more than doubled!

Perhaps ambiguous numbers would be unable to describe how strong this armor was. More descriptive would be the fact that all these explosions that would kill any ordinary mercenary were exploding on my armor without me feeling a single thing.

Or, to use an even more direct example, this armor would allow me to completely ignore a Gold-ranked swordsman attacking me with a Myth-rank equipment. That was because the attack power wouldn't be able to even get through the armor's natural damage reduction abilities!

Since I was a Sword Saint who completely didn't need to care about my personal defenses with this ridiculous armor, and I also had the God Equipment battle hammer Light of Salvation…

"Wind."

I felt it would be far too foolish to continue playing Whack-Mole and only destroying the robots one at a time. As a veteran Sword Saint, I could create a sword energy windstorm even while using a hammer.

As one of the most common sword energy ultimate techniques, Whirlwind of Swords was quite simple to use. All one needed to do was spin around at high speed, allowing kinetic force to help you release the sword energy and letting centrifugal force toss out the sword energy to injure or kill your opponents.

I kept whirling around in a red tornado and crushing all opposition as if I was a bulldozer. My whirlwind of death kept tearing through everything as all mechanical puppets and robots were directly torn into spare parts and base resources. I didn't want to slow myself down, so I directly broke through the wall and continued spinning.

"What's going on with him?"

Amelia felt that this was rather strange as Roland wasn't known to be a battle junkie. It was quite rare to see him personally fighting in battle unless it was absolutely necessary. Rather than sweating and bleeding on the battlefield, he was more suited for scheming behind the scenes.

"He must have been pent up for too long."

Harloys, on the other hand, knew quite clearly what was going on. Due to Amelia's curse of weakness on his physical body, Roland had been rendered so physically weak that he was unable to even hold an iron sword, so how could he possibly wear such a heavy suit of armor and enter battle? In the end, he had been forced to teach Barton swordsmanship with nothing but a plain wooden practice sword. Of course he would be pent up and want to vent a little.

"Wahaha, I'm undefeatable!"

Off in the distance, I was shouting a classic death flag sentence as I crushed metal and knocked over walls. Harloys and Amelia shook their heads as they swiftly followed Roland.

While the ground level up top was busy with Roland having fun with the robots, Timlad was now having his own frustrations because he had been beaten black and blue by the reinforcements he'd just summoned. The demon he'd summoned was still angrily glaring at him even now.

Seven years had passed, but that would be like a little nap to the long-lived species. However, seven years would be a significant amount of time for an adult human. And since Reyne was only fourteen at the time of the battle of Hell, seven years equaled half of her life back then.

Unlike her previous tomboyish hairstyle, Reyne now kept her blonde hair in a long ponytail that reached all the way to her waist. All signs of childishness and gentleness had completely disappeared from her face. This silver-armored, silver-sword-wielding female knight was fully armed. On her back was a tower shield and a red spear with the emblem of the Howling Gale Castle. She was also holding an ancient battle flag.

While simply standing there, she gave off an impression as if she was an unmovable mountain, as if she was a mighty warrior goddess.

This former princess knight stood in the middle of a pile of bloody corpses as she abused the other demons while smiling in delight that came from the bottom of her heart. It was as if she was happily partying at a dance ball rather than slaughtering other demons.

"Kneel before me, you dirty lowborn life form!"

With only one hand, Reyne pushed down a powerful Inferno Demon Lord onto the ground. The powerful demon was still angrily roaring as the female warrior suddenly stomped on his chest with a silver flash as her sharpened combat boot's heel pierced into his heart.

The sound of flesh and blood tearing that came afterwards made even the most veteran mercenaries uncomfortable, yet this wasn't even the end.

Reyne then twisted her boot, tearing apart the Inferno Demon's heart and sending blood and flesh spattering everywhere. This Inferno Demon Lord leader would never rise again.

Reyne looked at the blood and flesh stuck to her boot as her expression of delight turned to a frown. It seemed that this female demon slaughterer felt annoyed that such a lowly opponent had actually dared to soil her boot.

Blood covered the entire floor. Not far away from her was a mountainous pile of demon corpses. When her golden eyes locked onto her next target, the silver-clad princess knight enjoyed her next slaughter.

Judging by how all the demons were all now running away at top speed, Reyne would no longer be able to enjoy herself like this for much longer.

Reyne Qin Mist, 21 years old, a direct descendant of Karwenz the Demon Prince, and the former "Princess Knight" of the Mist Kingdom. Now, she was the Queen of the Mist Kingdom and a Myth-ranked Abyss Knight, as well as a Descendant of the Mist. She was also now one of the most glorious superstars of this Holy War.

The magic power she let off caused her blonde hair to float in the wind. Underneath her silver war dress were white stockings and high-heeled silver combat boots. Her experience in hundred of battles gave her the aura of a steely princess. But, it was said that in both formal and informal diplomatic situations, Reyne was actually a thorny rose. Her beautiful legs had already kicked and destroyed the testicles of more than two dozen playboys who dared to try touching her without consent.

The past seven years had helped Reyne to completely walk out of being in Roland's shadow. Her past hesitancy and inferiority complex had vanished completely. Her personality as a naughty child had combined completely with being a warrior and evolved into her own powerful aura of being an untouchable ice flower and warrior goddess.

Reyne was currently venting in silence by slaying all the demons. Yet, her anger was soundlessly pressuring her own allies. Everyone was so scared that nobody dared to make a single sound, including the pitiful demon captives hiding in the corner.

That was right, in front of this furious queen who had a demon bloodline, even battle-crazed Berserk Demons shivered in fear. Reyne had a powerful aura that even high-level Demon Lords wouldn't be able to match. The other demons felt fear as if their souls would be destroyed at any moment… Alright, Katerina was also trembling in fear as her instincts told her that this woman who physically resembled Roland so much had a mysterious killing intent towards her for no apparent reason from the moment that Reyne saw Katerina.

Women would always change after growing up. Although Reyne had still been a loli the last time Roland had seen her, she had grown up already after Roland left her alone for seven years. Not only was she grown up, she had even developed into an alpha female, and the most violent type of all. She had matured far too early, to the point of reaching her expiration date too early as well… Well, that was a quote from spirit image Roland because he was currently being treated even more cruelly.

Meanwhile, Reyne had an absolutely furious expression as she gritted her teeth and uttered that name.

"Damned… ROLAND!"

While gritting her teeth, she constantly stomped down on the spirit image Roland underneath her as if this would make her feel slightly better.

"Wait, please wait, I'm not Roland, I'm only a copy of him who knows his sword techniques—"

"Shut up!"

Alright then, the Roland copy spirit image currently being trampled under Reyne's boots wisely shut his mouth. He noticed that the more he complained, the harder she stomped down on him. He didn't want to disappear from this world so soon after being born.

From a certain standpoint, spirit image Roland was now receiving abuse for the real version of himself. Perhaps the true Roland would even be grateful to him.

And in the lowest levels of the Sky Tower, the constantly worsening situation made S1 even more afraid. He finally made up his mind and sacrificed even more souls to the demons, opening up a dimensional portal that would be sufficient to summon the most powerful of Demon Lords.

Chapter end