Chapter 356 Burning Amber
"The Lord of the Armored Tomb?!"

Westhead immediately realized that the voice in his mind came from the Holy Spirit of the Tranquil Forest. The next moment after he used [The Sound of Ten Thousand Winds], he discovered this unusual abnormality.

If you think about it carefully, this is understandable. After all, as the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces and the strongest man on the front line, Westhead must be closely watched, and any slight movement will be noticed.

The manipulation of [Wanfeng Luyin] is a breeze for non-tuners and difficult for tuners to understand - after all, they have never mastered the wind law, so who dares to make arbitrary comments?
[Why can a foreigner control the original wind? Um, are you also the agent chosen by Qianlu? ]

The Holy Spirit's tone was very doubtful. After all, it was obvious that Westhead was not a local. It was impossible for [Ten Thousand Winds Music] to appear on him.

Lord Qinghui naturally did not answer the other party's question, but just stared ahead and said lightly:

"Before you start talking, how about introducing yourself? The local Holy Spirit is so rude!"

[Mortal, stranger, you are right]

Just as he finished speaking, a man in silver armor and a white robe jumped down from the treetops in front of Westhead. Light golden patterns outlined the contours of the armor, emitting a faint light, which was extremely exquisite.

This is the [Lord of the Armor Tomb]. No, is it just the will attached to the Armor Tomb?
"You are hiding your head and showing your tail. Don't you dare to show your true form?"

Westhead sneered:
[This is an impolite request. Since you are a descendant of the Holy Spirit, you should understand that the Holy Spirit is invisible. I have never been tainted by the poison of chaos, so why do I need to reveal my physical form?]

[Furthermore, I don’t want to materialize my body. It’s meaningless and will only cause more trouble.]

Hmm? Now that I put it that way, it seems to be true.

Westhead had been interacting with his own Holy Spirit Ancestor for so long that he almost forgot that the Holy Spirit itself did not need to have a material form. They were the holy land itself. In fact, most Holy Spirits were quite averse to having a real form. The Pure Holy Spirit was an exception. She was very satisfied with her form. After all, it depended on her appearance.

But this is good news.

Westhead was stunned at first, then realized how rare this was.

You have to know that the difficulty of the [Lord of the Armored Tomb] lies in the fact that he is both a Holy Spirit and a Demon. The superposition of these two top attributes is extremely tricky.

The Holy Spirit may not appear, but as the representative of the ultimate order, the devil cannot fully exert its strength without a real form.

This is why almost all demons, after escaping from their trap, first do is to shape their own body, whether it is good or bad, they just put on a layer of skin first.

The Lord of the Armored Tomb has not yet taken shape? That must be explained.

The demon's form is not so easy to condense. If it is not formed during the most chaotic and safe period using the tremendous energy emitted by the ensemble, it will be extremely difficult to obtain the form again later, at least it is impossible to create it easily.

In a flash, Westhead made a decision.

You can fight! You can fight!
Originally, according to Westhead's idea, if he could stop the offensive and stabilize the defense, he would win. However, if he could suppress the Lord of the Armored Tomb and prevent him from taking shape, that would also be a strategy. After all, Westhead thought that he could not resist a demigod.

He glanced around and saw that the white-haired dragon lady and the wolf-eared girl had already noticed him, but they were still in a fierce battle, so it might take some time for them to come over.

Then Westhead raised his chin calmly and said with a smile:

"Well, I was wrong, but as far as I know, the Holy Spirit does not have such a strong desire for expansion. Your habitat is in the name of tranquility, why do you want to spread unwarranted killing and destruction to this land of rhythm that is already overwhelmed?"

Lord Qinghui himself felt that he was talking nonsense, but these words to delay time made the Holy Spirit of the Tranquility Forest resonate violently.

[Huh, do you think I'm being unreasonable? Oh, it's because the owner of this land can't bring harmony and peace that I have to achieve true tranquility myself]

Westhead shrugged and said, "No, I think the elves are doing pretty well. At least compared to other kingdoms of order, the Qianlu Royal Court can be said to be quite harmonious and peaceful."

[The clan chosen by the elf Qianlu is ridiculous. The flashy world they have established cannot bring a moment of peace. They are full of intrigue, greed and obsession. They just dare not cross the line under the restriction of power and strength.]

Aren't you talking nonsense?!
The Thousand Laws Royal Court can guarantee peace and abundance, of course relying on the laws of the God-Ancestor and the constant blessing of the Grand Ensemble. Otherwise, no race can maintain peace.

[Emperor Qianlu] did not perform mental castration on everyone, forcibly confiscating the violent genes of mortals. It was a remarkable achievement that he relied on the guidance of music and the ensemble to ensure that there would never be a civil war in the royal court.

Westhead stared at the silver armor in front of him with a rather subtle look.

As if sensing Westhead's emotions, the Holy Spirit continued:
[Qian Lu is a deceiver. He once promised me eternal peace, and thus established a long-lasting grand ensemble. However, the sound of this ensemble only brought me false peace. He broke his promise to me, and I know that this ideal can only be realized by myself.]

[Through the constraints of the law and the hypnosis of the ensemble, the struggle is forced to be stopped, but the definition of tranquility is not like this, not like this.]

The reply from [Lord of the Armored Tomb] could be described as quite sincere, or perhaps it was because he had a rare opportunity to confide in someone, so he kept talking tirelessly.

[Emperor Qianlu] You really do say one thing to one person and another thing to another.

But if I were to encounter such a crazy thing, I would definitely try to cheat it as much as possible.

"Oh, so there's nothing to talk about?"

[Stranger, everything here has nothing to do with you. The grace of the initial wind should not have you here. Don’t be lucky because of this coincidence.]

As the first holy spirit to sign a contract to merge souls with [Emperor Thousand Laws], [Lord of the Armored Tomb] has a deep understanding of [The Law of Ten Thousand Winds]. He himself is even one of the people who studied this original law.

In His opinion, Westhead was a guy who somehow took advantage of the loophole in the Thousand Laws Code and became an extra qualified person of the Ten Thousand Winds Law.

[Whether you are doing this by coincidence or intentionally trying to usurp the rule of the royal court, your ambition should stop here.]

No, why does everyone doubt my intentions? (Angry)
Westhead admitted that he was a little angry and embarrassed. There was nothing to talk about with the Holy Spirit of the Tranquility Forest. If the other party was not as easy to deal with as Anis, then they would be enemies to the death and there would be no room for turning back.

So it was fine to delay for a while. After seeing his friends deal with their opponents, Westhead shouted:
"It seems that we can't reach a consensus now!"

As Westhead finished speaking, the two strong men who were hundreds of meters away appeared behind the man in silver armor in an instant.

They attacked together with Westhead, almost simultaneously launching their attacks onto the silver-white armor.

"boom--"

However, after a dizzying explosion, the temporary incarnation of the Holy Spirit was intact.

Not only that, along with the flashing light, the armor was covered with a pure white hood with mysterious gold-rimmed runes engraved on the edges. The same runes were also on the gold and silver light armor, which was gorgeous and noble.

An exquisite silver ring in the shape of a crown is engraved on the helmet, adding a sense of mystery.

The incarnation of the Holy Spirit raised his arm wrapped in silver-grey arm armor, and wings formed by brilliant golden light surrounded it and slowly turned. The arm armor with exquisite golden runes on it steadily blocked Yingsheng's sharp blade. On the arm armor, the golden glow resisted the violent and majestic power of Lord Qinghui, as if it had completely eliminated it.

In the other hand, he held a translucent sword.

This is a temporary power, and it also has divinity? How much divinity can the [Lord of the Armored Tomb] instill in the incarnation?
[Hmm? Ignore my warning and choose to fight? ]

[Unwise move, arrogant person, then it is as you wish]

Just as Westhead was brainstorming, a cold and indifferent voice came from the silver-white armor, floating from far away to near, and then there were shadows of swords and spears like a forest.

"Swish swish swish——"

The dense sounds of breaking through the air were even connected into a whole segment. The afterimages left by the rapid thrusts were so fast that it looked like hundreds of swords and spears were swung out in an instant.

However, the thrusts of these swords and spears also hit the "barrier" created by Westhead using the law of wind.

The spear that should have been as fast as light was slowed down to a stop when it was infinitely close to Westhead. This happened repeatedly, and it looked like a martial arts competition that was just a stop.

"Weiss!"

"I'm fine. There's no need to talk about honor and morality with this evil heretic. Let's go together!"

Westhead heard the lovers' shouts, shook his head, put aside the important questions for the time being, and wielded [Shadow Life] to fight against the silver armor.

The enemies that Westhead and the other two can fight together are indeed powerful beings that are currently difficult to match and have become public enemies.

For example, [God of Turbidity]. There is really no need to talk about the code of conduct in the martial arts world. All you need to do is kill the great enemy of chaos as quickly and easily as possible. Although the devil is not as strong as the great enemy of chaos, judging from what he has done, it feels that he is not much different from chaos.

Westhead doesn't mind giving up the glory of fighting alone and fighting alongside his friends.

This was a truly evenly matched battle, with swords and spears intertwining and colliding, shining sparks and bursts of magic power rising and falling. Everyone restrained their energy to the extreme, causing almost no damage to the surrounding environment, and even their figures did not fly too far, but fought nearby.

It has been a long time since Westhead has experienced this kind of battle relying solely on technology. Ever since he realized the beauty of numbers, he either crushes or is crushed. It is rare for him to encounter opponents with similar numbers that require him to rely on skills to win.

Block, parry, thrust, sweep, and clash of swords. After getting used to the release of earth-shattering energy, it returns to simple weapon fighting.

This incarnation of the Lord of the Armored Tomb seemed to have mastered the fighting skills of heroes throughout the ages. Even when facing the joint attack of three people, he was able to handle it with ease.

But that was just the form of expression. No matter whether it was Lord Qinghui or the incarnation of the Holy Spirit, the seemingly simple and rapid fights, the surging power contained in each strike could pierce through the mountains and flatten the forests.

The most crucial thing was that they all deliberately gathered their energy, because if this incarnation of the Holy Spirit did not devote all its energy to one point, Westhead and the other two even doubted whether they could wear down the opponent's shield.

After all, this armor has been infused with divinity and comes with extremely high damage reduction. Divinity is such an unreasonable and terrifying thing.

Westhead's current special attack methods against divinity are either to rely on overwhelming numbers or to use [Soul Burning Technique] to exchange injuries for injuries. Both methods are not very useful at this time.

Then there was only the third way, and luckily he had it.

Westhead kept trying to use [The Sound of All Winds] to add new rules to his offensive, or spread it to other places to distort the laws of the Tranquil Forest.

Only in this way can we inflict irreparable and decisive damage to the enemy in the realm of the Forest of Tranquility.

As time passed, under the cover of Reshia and Myvana, Westhead's practice of stealing knives at any time achieved considerable results. The exquisite and perfect armor of the incarnation of the Holy Spirit became scarred, and these damages could not be repaired by the Holy Spirit.

Compared with the actual damage, the damage on the other hand can be said to be obvious.

[Enough! You are distorting the laws of Qianhu! I shouldn't have helped him refine the entire domain into a toy that can be manipulated at will! ]

[Stop this blasphemy and cheating! Now! ]

The man in silver armor no longer cared about the two women. He targeted Westhead and launched a fierce attack, his words uttered in a furious manner.

As expected, [The Sound of Ten Thousand Winds] is the weakness of [The Lord of the Armored Tomb], or it can be said that this is also the only thing that the Royal Court possesses that can create an advantage over the demigod demon.

"Look, you're in a hurry."

Westhead smiled:

"You said I cheated, and I said you opened it first. How about you seal off your divinity and I give up the Wind Law?"

If the Lord of the Armored Tomb was a normal mortal warrior, he would most likely accept the provocation. After all, the value of glory is more important than life to most mortals.

However, He is the Holy Spirit of the Tranquil Forest. The mortals' concept of honor and disgrace is meaningless to Him. The existence beyond the world has its own logic.

[Unreasonable request! ]

[In other words, what you want is a war, and I will satisfy you! ]

At the moment the demon demigod finished speaking, Westhead took a step forward and pierced through the silver-white armor, but the latter did not fight back, but collapsed.

Lord Qinghui was stunned and immediately made a guess.

"Hmm? Did you voluntarily give up your incarnation?"

"Or does this feel like too much of a loss?"

"Boom boom boom——"

The armors of the elven warriors hanging on the trees were taken down, and more similar armors walked out of the burning forest.

The mithril was replaced by ancient wood, a slightly glowing fiery red amber grew in the center of the chest, antlers made of branches grew diagonally behind the helmet, and green ribbons fell from the shoulders. Armor with scorched ancient wood as the main body came into being.

"Burned Amber"

The elves on the defense line looked at the sudden appearance of the army in burning wood armor and said solemnly.

The so-called burnt amber is a phenomenon that occurs from time to time in the Tranquil Forest. The entire magical forest will be engulfed in a sea of ​​fire, and the armor tombs along with the flowers, plants and trees in the forest will be parasitized by a special kind of amber.

(End of this chapter)