Chapter 147: Critical Strike 2
The Pure Dream Crystal will definitely exude magic inside. The golden magic it exudes www.biquge.info can enhance the power of weapons in normal times, but it is not necessarily in this situation. The Dream didn't know exactly where it was emitting magic, but it was certain that the explosion from the magic would affect Ivors' performance.
"Ivers, bring your greatsword to Dream. Dream beckoned to Ivers. There's going to be something to do about it.
The dream creates a magical field that envelops the crystals of the pure dream. Although the dream can't make it stop releasing magic, it can still be blocked for a short time. This magic field is extremely stable and does not explode when impacted.
In this way, you don't have to worry about being affected. The dream referred to the map to indicate the location of the activator for Ivers - all it had to do was deliver a crucial blow there.
Whew, that's really troublesome...... This is just one of the strongholds of the surface people. What if this were the case in every colony...... Forget it, don't think about it so much.
Now, concentrate on the most crucial blow.
Ivers strode under the marked area and set up his stance. He knew that this blow was quite crucial, and whether or not he could destroy the surface people depended on this blow.
However, there was still a bit of a drum in Phantom Dream's heart: could he really destroy the engine device with this sword? Even if he was a well-trained mercenary, the target's protection was indeed a bit heavy: first the soil, then the possibly underground metal plates, and then, the power plant, which was probably made of metal......
Does it really work?
Dreaming clearly underestimated Ivers. The strength of the mercenaries who have grown up in the battle against the monsters is immense—and the dream will soon see this.
Ivers took a step forward so that his feet were slightly wider than shoulder-width apart, and his hands gripped the greatsword tightly in his hand, the blade of which pointed straight into the area it had written. Once he had set his goal, Ivers stopped holding his head up—it wasn't comfortable to do that, and it wasn't convenient for him to contribute.
Once he had set his sight, Ivers began to exert his strength: his hands gripped the hilt of the greatsword tightly and let out a low roar like a beast locked onto its prey in the grass, his body shaking at all, and green tendons bursting from his forehead. He gritted his teeth, gathering his strength, and the dream, who was watching from the sidelines, did not even dare to breathe loudly, for fear that his own actions would interrupt his accumulation.
"Hahhhh......h
"Ahh
With a roar, he plunged his sword into the soil above, and the greatsword stabbed upwards as if it were slicing through tofu! In an instant, Ivers had raised his sword to the highest height of his hands. He didn't stop there, his right hand let go of the hilt of the sword, and he pushed it up with a fierce palm!