When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1002 - 354 Aleister’s Style

Chapter 1002: Chapter 354 Aleister’s Style

However, at this moment, something different occurred.

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Originally, when the Night Fiend manifested, the sky should have turned to a blood moon and blood rain.

But now, the dark clouds and the storm above showed no signs of dispersing. Instead, they suddenly ripped open repeatedly, as if torn apart by some force, consequently wounded.

The sporadic splotches of crimson light, under the night sky, now resembled red stars.

And the trickling blood rain formed into one stream after another of straight, deep red rain lines, sparsely falling down! Each stream created a three to four-meter diameter hole, where only thick blood like columns flowed through those red holes piercing the clouds above.

It was as if someone punctured the dark clouds with numerous holes, wounding the flesh, bleeding blood; as though the dark clouds themselves were the collapsing heavens, and the thin crimson columns supported it.

Aleister squinted slightly.

—This was the first time the Night Fiend had failed to seize control of the “field magic” from the opponent.

As expected of a genuine Superior Phantom…

Helquinn’s Level was as high as seventy, forcibly suppressed down to fifty by the version cap. Aside from lacking the powers brought by the Celestial Marshal Shard and the absence of a Divine Artifact… his basic attributes were identical to those of the Celestial Marshal dragged down by the Ring of Ouroboros!

“…It’s truly unfair,” Aleister murmured softly, “The Night Fiend was only just touching the threshold of the Sixth Energy Level, yet had to be balanced by the Hourglass. And you… you should be of the Eighth Energy Level in strength, forcibly reduced to the Sixth, right? But you can continue to fight without worrying about balance…”

“Because I am the Wild Hunt King, the Apostle of Grand Wisdom. The very act of The Wild Hunt embodies the manifestation of Balance between Darkness and Light—moreover, I am merely permitted a slightly longer duration for combat, not unrestricted,” Helquinn responded as he removed his helmet’s visor.

A clanking sound was heard, and his voice became muffled yet authoritative: “But the fact that you know my true power… and that you know the world does not only have the Sixth Energy Level. Indeed, your connection with the Lord of Scalefeather is deep.”

In the next moment, two dim yellow lights shone from the eyes of the helmet.

Following, the edges of the pure white Pegasus’ wings also turned to a dim yellow. The brilliantly shining silver armor on him gradually dimmed, stained with the yellow hue of statues under the sunset, like aged yellow photographs, mere remnants of memory.

According to the previous developments, the white armors of The Wild Hunt should have also turned dim yellow…

However, to Aleister’s surprise, they did not change at all. Instead, the Ghost Cavalry Legion, still pure white, stood quietly in the distance.

“I have seen that lady in dreams, I am aware of her combat style. But she knows nothing of me, and this is not a fair fight.”

After Helquinn donned the visor, his voice immediately became as profound and hollow as the Spirit Summoning Tower’s principal: “We are not mortal enemies, there’s no need to fight to the death here. It is not enjoyable nor meaningful. A warrior’s blade does not point at friends.

“Moreover, that lady probably can’t fight for long. The existence of Demons is not sanctioned by the Hourglass, and she does not possess divine protection, therefore…”

As Helquinn spoke, he pointed his long spear towards Aleister.

“Let’s not use subordinates—come and fight me fairly.”

“Aiwass” stared at Helquinn, subconsciously gripping the Thunder Javelin in hand.

—He indeed knew a thing or two about combat skills.

That was the knowledge transferred to himself by Helquinn through the Dreamland… encompassing Helquinn’s combat style. From this perspective, Aiwass and Aleister could indeed be considered Helquinn’s disciples.

How could a student surpass their mentor?

“I swear by the names of Twilight subordinate, Apostle of Grand Wisdom, the Wild Hunt King, the warrior who has acquired the Force of the Storm—”

Helquinn’s voice emitted a hollow and void sound: “I shall suppress my strength and skills to your level.

“I will only use abilities beneath yours, only the spearmanship I have taught you; and you may employ any other skills except summoning creatures. If you earn my recognition, I shall make a pact with you, and you will continue to learn the martial arts of the deceased from me; if you defeat me, I will acknowledge you as my master… And if you are defeated by me, let’s consider the matter closed.”

“—How about it?”

The same numeric values, the same skills.

It seems like a fair fight. Compared to Helquinn fighting with all his might, it appears he’s holding back…

However, there’s a critical detail herein that’s wholly different.

That is [experience].

Although Aleister possesses three hundred years of Helquinn’s combat memory, therefore mastering Helquinn’s “knightly arts” and “spear skills” from the “White Knight” period, Aleister merely remembered them through shortcuts and might not be able to perform perfectly.

It’s like “having studied a pro player’s videos, memorized every detail, grasped all the necessary knowledge and technical skills,” but that doesn’t mean you possess the player’s full strength. When an urgent decision is required, due to not having developed instincts, the reaction will always be somewhat delayed.

And almost all of Aleister’s battle experience came from Helquinn, meaning Helquinn is Aleister’s “master”. Every move Aleister makes, Helquinn understands completely.

It could even be said… the difficulty of defeating Helquinn in this manner for Aleister is even greater than challenging him outright.