Chapter 644: 507 Coastal Attack_2
"Boom!"
Another thunderous sound erupted, causing the black shockwaves to spread out.
"Ah!"
A cry of surprise suddenly emerged.
"Master...!"
The next second, the shout of a girl also appeared.
The collective bombardment by the Mors turned the group of people in the fog into flying figures, blasted by the dark Curse’s power. Some rolled on the ground, some fell into the forest, and others even plunged directly into the sea, quickly disappearing without a trace.
Seeing this, Reiger’s eyes narrowed.
"Thump!"
Overwhelming flames suddenly burst forth from his body, engulfing him and transforming him into a miniature sun.
"Clack..."
The black blade at his waist was drawn.
"Bang!"
The flames exploded, propelling the floating miniature sun downward at an alarming speed, rushing towards the group of Mors below.
"■■■■■■■"
The Mors seemed to sense the danger and stopped their wriggling forms.
But by the time they reacted, it was already too late.
"Sun Breathing·Second Form·Biluo Sky!"
From the descending miniature sun, the flaming black blade suddenly slashed out, tracing a perfect circle and causing a ring of Sun’s Fire to explode outwards, both expanding and slamming into the Mors below.
"Boom!"
The roar of the explosion from the flames far surpassed the bombardment released by the Mors, sounding like thunder and shooting into the sky.
In an instant, the Mors were blown away, like spiders on a web caught in a gust of wind, and were flung in all directions.
Reiger’s figure then emerged from the miniature sun, landing on the ground, holding the black blade, and coldly watching the Mors.
"■■■■■■■"
"■■■■■■■"
The Mors that had fallen to the ground began to wriggle again, struggling to get up from the ground.
"Pretty tenacious, as expected of a Curse capable of contaminating the whole of Britannia."
Reiger first frowned subconsciously, then relaxed his brow.
Curse?
Seemingly, he was the natural nemesis of this thing?
Reiger tightened his grip on the black blade, causing flames to burn along the blade.
"Hum!"
The Mors immediately reacted, amassing a large amount of the Curse, forming a power significantly denser than any previous bombardment, causing the air to buzz.
In that moment, Reiger moved.
No, it would be more accurate to say a fire dragon moved.
The black blade, burning with intense flames, began to dance in an instant, transforming into a slender fire dragon, flitting and soaring past the Mors.
"Spurt!" "Spurt!" "Spurt!" "Spurt!" "Spurt!" ...
As the fire dragon quickly swept past them, each Mors it brushed against received a cut from the fiery slash.
"Sun Breathing·Eleventh Form..."
Reiger’s figure once again emerged from the flames, with the fire dragon that had formed from the swinging of his black blade gradually disappearing.
"Corona of the Dragon·Head Dance."
The sound fell, and the Moors that were struck by the fiery slash suddenly ignited.
"■■■■■■■"
They seemed to be shrieking.
They seemed to be wailing.
But under the wrap of Sun’s Fire, their forms were still gradually igniting, being scorched by the flames.
Due to his status as ’The Pioneer of the Sun Wheel’, Reiger inherently possessed the ability to restrain entities of evil nature. Additionally, as a spiritual being, when he used Sun Breathing, his attacks could purify malevolence. Against opponents like Woodworth’s rebellious spirits, and Elf Knights like Lancelot and Gawain, Reiger’s advantage might not be noticeable, but as soon as he faced creatures of curse like the Moors, the terrifying nature of his swordsmanship was fully displayed.
Thanks to this, the Moors, who those people just now could do nothing against, were as fragile as thin paper in Reiger’s hands.
The Sun’s Fire, capable of purifying all evil, furiously burned on the bodies of the Moors, quickly incinerating them without leaving behind a trace of the curse.
"Clack..."
Only then did Reiger sheathe his sword, reflecting on the feel of his recent moves.
"Indeed, the Hermit is more comfortable to use."
Perhaps it was because the Sun Wheel Blade had a high compatibility with the Breathing Technique, or maybe it was the Hermit that was highly compatible with Sun Breathing. Using the Hermit in combination with Sun Breathing gave Reiger a feeling of exhilaration.
Although the Fool was not bad, it was not a weapon forged specifically for the Wind Breathing sword forms, and inevitably, there were aspects that felt awkward to Reiger.
When he faced Gawain last time using the rapid assault mode, Reiger had such a sensation.
Of course, just like how Liz slightly adjusted the Love Breathing forms, this issue could be resolved. Reiger just needed to make a minor adjustment to the Wind Breathing sword forms to fit the Fool, and this issue would be effortlessly addressed.
So, it was not a big deal. At this moment, Reiger was just musing on his preference, and it didn’t mean that the strong assault mode was necessarily superior to rapid assault mode.
Each mode had its characteristics; one had a strong overall capability, and the other had extreme speed. Neither was better than the other.
That being said, after battling Gawain, Reiger also recognized the advantage of speed.
When you’re fast, even if your attacks are weaker, you can make it difficult for your opponent to counter your moves, especially against a power type like Gawain. Using speed to cope with it certainly could have a surprising effect, making the fight much easier.
If Reiger had used the strong assault mode against Gawain, he would have had to collide head-on with him.
If Gawain had been in a normal state, that wouldn’t be a problem.
The issue was that once Gawain entered her ancestral state, colliding with her ever-increasing strength and size was something not even Reiger in strong assault mode could endure.
And there was Lancelot, the dragon fairy whose speed and agility were so formidable that the last time in Salisbury, Reiger, using strong assault mode, was almost suppressed by his opponent. Had it not been for Reiger’s use of magic to turn the tide, the fight against Lancelot would have ended like his previous fight with Gawain, with the one who excelled in speed playing the powerhouse at will.
In other words, if Reiger fought Lancelot again and used rapid assault mode, the situation might be reversed in the same way.
"But my lethality is clearly insufficient in rapid assault mode, against Gawain I barely caused her severe injury, risking my life. If faced with a dragon species with tenacious vitality, could I still achieve the same effect?"
Reiger pondered silently.
"Perhaps, I need to find a way to slightly increase the speed in strong assault mode."
He didn’t expect to match the speed of rapid assault mode, but hoped to barely catch up with Lancelot.
This way, against Lancelot, Reiger could increase his chances of winning.
How to go about it, Reiger already had an idea.
"I’ll try it out next time."
As complex as it sounds, in reality, from dispatching the group of Moors to completing these thoughts, only a few seconds had passed in the outside world.
After that, Reiger swept towards the direction of the sea while casting the [Message] magic to contact Alberon.
"There’s been an attack here just now, and they’ve been scattered by the Moors’ onslaught."
"Some fell into the sea, others flew into the forest, and some are lying on the beach, possibly unconscious."
"I’ll leave the coast and the forest to you, I’ll go rescue the one who fell into the sea."
Leaving these words, Reiger unilaterally disconnected the [Message], diving into the sea.
At the same time, far away, on a moth flying towards him, Alberon’s figure paused, then he sighed again.
"You really know how to boss people around."
Despite his grumbling, Alberon did as instructed.
Meanwhile, Altoria was still on her way on horseback...