it was a typical round shield with a force binding in it, he’d made some improvements.
Inspired by the Seishen armor, he’d given it several layers, including a layer of water madra and a layer of wind. It could take quite a blow without buckling, now, and the binding was an Enforcer technique that made it all but indestructible to Underlord attacks.
The dagger slammed into it, chipping the material of the shield and sending Lindon flying backwards.
Dross, how does that Enforcer technique work? Lindon demanded. The members of Abyssal Palace he’d seen had full-body Enforcer techniques, but it hadn’t covered them in transparent madra that looked like a Dreadgod.
[I don’t know, but run! Run from it! And while you’re running, try to observe it more, because I’m very curious myself!]
The two Gold acolytes on the roof had formed more Chaos Fields the size of their heads, which they threw at Lindon.
Balls of yellow, filled with writhing storms of razor-sharp stones and crushing earth aura, flew toward him.
That was easily dealt with, but the high priest was dashing at him like a bull, his eyes glowing. At least his overwhelming Enforcer technique didn’t help his mobility much.
[Above you!] Dross shouted, and Lindon returned his attention to the Truegold priestess.
She hovered above him, standing on the flat of a flying sword, and the palm of her hand faced downward.
One eye of her mask flashed yellow.
Lindon opened his void key.
It didn’t open fast enough to help him, because a rush of earth and force madra slammed him down, shoving him out of the air and into the ground. The two Chaos Fields arrived a second later, crashing into his hastily upraised shield.
Little Blue screamed at him like breaking glass, but he wasn’t opening the key for her.
Wavedancer flew out, and Dross took over its control.
The Archlord weapon rushed up at the priestess, entangling her while Lindon focused dragon’s breath on the Underlord rushing him.
The high priest had already pulled out a shield of his own. His was smaller, tipped with spikes, and it gave off a venomous aura. Blackflame splashed into him and the shield began to smolder, making the other Underlord falter.
Meanwhile, the Golds on the roof had pulled out bows. A pair of arrows arced through the air. Rather than simple Forger techniques, these arrows were constructs made from Underlord parts.
If this had been a fight in the Uncrowned King tournament, Lindon would have had to run.
But it wasn’t a tournament, and it wasn’t a game, no matter how it had felt.
There were no rules here.
He pushed Little Blue back when she tried to leave, and he willed his armor to him.
The breastplate rushed into his hand, and he raised it into the air like a second shield, activating the emergency binding within.
The armor wasn’t complete. He’d cobbled it together from his Skysworn armor and the scavenged plates he’d taken from the Seishen Kingdom. He didn’t even want to call it a first attempt; this was more of a functional prototype.
His Skysworn armor had once contained an emergency binding of Grasping Sky madra that pushed everything back. He had installed that again, but he’d made some upgrades.
A pulse of wind, force, and destruction madra tore out from the breastplate, pushing away everyone but Lindon.
The damage was too much for the high priest’s shield, and he tossed it aside, coming to a complete halt. The priestess above Lindon lost control of the technique she was going to use, and the two arrows from the acolytes exploded in midair.
There was venom madra in those too, so Lindon was doubly glad he hadn’t been hit. He shoved his head through the breastplate, tucking it onto him in the lull in the battle. The binding was expended for now, but its scripts and layers of madra would still protect him.
Then he let the void key close and dashed away as more techniques tore up the space where he had been standing.
He slashed dragon’s breath behind him, leaping up the canyon wall from one outcropping to the next until he reached the top. He reached back into the void key, once again keeping Little Blue inside, and touched the rest of his armor.
But he wasn’t far ahead of the priestess. Under Dross’ control, Wavedancer kept her occupied, but she managed to follow him on a flying sword of her own. It took three weapons of hers to counter his one, but she was gathering a ball of golden earth-aspect chaos between her palms.
While plates flew onto his