Chapter 1853 - 1084: Devouring Darkness Midir (2)

Its roar splashed out a barrage of abyssal power akin to cannonballs, and Leon dodged left and right to successfully evade it. With his current strength, there’s no way such insignificant attacks could harm him.

"Come on, I’m ready—"

Leon struck a suave pose to face the enemy, but before he could finish his pre-battle line, Midir interrupted with a howl that could overshadow the champions of Yarn!

Midir’s four skinny yet brute limbs exploded in an instant as it opened its blood-red maw and charged toward Leon!

Dragon Car!

Any adventurer who has hunted in the Ancient Tree Forest would smile knowingly upon seeing this move. Though Leon hadn’t spent much time there, he was familiar with the tricks.

"Too bad I didn’t bring my tachi today."

He shrugged, watching as Midir’s mouth plowed a visible furrow into the abyss on the ground, and before it could reach him, he performed a sequence of sliding steps to dodge.

Facing such a formidable foe like Midir, he would choose to play it safe, definitely not attempting any extreme evasion.

After all, real life isn’t a game; even if you pull off extreme evasions, you won’t get bullet time as a reward—it’s merely a show-off technique.

Midir charged past the area where Leon originally stood, exerting force with his foreclaw to halt the momentum and swivel, swinging its tail towards Leon.

This side-swiping attack was a perfect fit for a Hidden Mist Fierce Bird move; Leon’s body transformed into a swirl of black mist upon contact with the tail, perfectly evading the attack.

Great, his well-trained combat skill had once again passed the Sain Dungeon’s trial!

Leon revealed an expression of fiery sentiment.

But the next moment, the tail swipe coupled with the flying abyssal team smacked him on the back of the head.

"Snap!"

The protective shield formed by the Wolf Ring shattered instantly, and he was forcibly thrown onto the ground, having an intimate encounter with the abyss!

Fortunately, the second Wolf Ring on his hand kicked in at that moment.

"Damn it!"

Leon jumped up immediately; how could he be defeated at the start of a battle? It’s a bad omen!

Midir was even quicker to jump up than he was.

As Leon got to his feet, the brutal black dragon was already viciously launching a barrage of slaps towards his location.

This was an attack bereft of any rationality, with no restraint at all, hurting itself with every hit—foreclaws, hind claws, dragon tooth, wings, all limbs capable of assault were partaking in this violent onslaught.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The cavern trembled as Midir’s shrieks combined to form a terrifying noise, enough to temporarily deafen and blind someone.

The ground was pounded into numerous large craters, and the sticky abyss on the surface began flowing into the pits, somewhat reducing the threat of the abyss temporarily.

But if Leon couldn’t endure this barrage, what good would a reduced threat of the abyss do? He wouldn’t live to enjoy it.

In a stroke of luck, his presence hadn’t disappeared yet.

Leon emerged from one of the large pits, feeling relieved to have narrowly escaped disaster.

At this point, as Midir executed an elbow strike from above, Leon swiftly utilized a Swift Slash to propel himself several hundred meters away, perfectly dodging the attack.

But when he stopped and took a look, only to realize one of his legs was injured, with blood trickling out from the gaps in his armor.

This injury reduced the Swift Slash’s range from several hundred meters to only two or three hundred meters—this distance was merely a short leap to Midir.

"Too strong." Leon remarked.

Initially, he attempted to deal with Midir’s attacks, trying both dodging and bouncing back, but abandoned these ideas upon evading the first assault.

Because this creature’s attacks were utterly chaotic, without any pattern, it could even be described as counterintuitive.

Even in such a high-speed attack, Midir managed to incorporate Fast and Slow Blades into it, sneaking in a few attacks with a one or two-second delay amid rapid moves, enough to catch anyone off guard—Leon dubbed it the high-speed slow blade.

No matter the enemy, they would always consider exertion when launching attacks, but Midir had no regard for such matters, seemingly aiming to unleash all its power at once.

As a result, each attack was infused with full strength or even greater power, sometimes surpassing even a King’s Soul holder!

Such attacks, though numerically revived yet not yet restored with a King’s Soul, still seemed excessively powerful to Leon, ruling out direct confrontation.

Hence, he could only dive into the pit created by Midir, evading this attack round by adhering to the principle that cannonballs don’t repeat-missiles don’t fall into the same pit twice.

"What to do next."

Leon directed his gaze towards Midir’s left claw, noticing the scales densely covering it, yet marked by evident cracks, with burn marks around the fissures.

That was left by his Half-leaf Greatsword.

Contrary to its powerful and ferocious strength, Midir’s defense appeared unnaturally normal, resembling external giant dragons, even akin to two-legged dragons.

Considering its seemingly sturdy scales, why do they seem so fragile during actual combat?

Leon couldn’t help but shift his focus to the abyss.

Perhaps, due to abyss erosion; it seems blaming everything on the abyss works well.

He recalled fragmented texts gained from endless reincarnations, where countless adventurers tirelessly excavated endless reincarnations, having almost thoroughly explored it.

Among them were a few pieces of intelligence concerning the Devouring Darkness Midir.

Legend has it that Midir is a descendant of the Immortal Ancient Dragon, born when the ancient dragons lost the war, after which the era was dominated by the Divine Race led by Sunlight King Gwyn, who kept Midir under their care.

Sunlight King Gwyn assigned it an endless mission—to devour the abyss.

The immortal offspring Midir used its incomplete immortality to devour the eternally inexhaustible abyss, effectively becoming a garbage-disposing machine.

Yet even an immortal ancient dragon found it difficult to resist the abyss—eventually, excessive abyss erosion enveloped Midir, dyeing it this pitch-black color, while its mind grew fiercely brutal within the darkness, losing the ancient dragon’s intelligence.

The last piece of intelligence was conveyed to him by Judge Agor, responsible for administering the Church Spear covenant’s oath.

After becoming a Church Spear, the request he received was to eliminate the Devouring Darkness Midir, liberating it in this post-God disappearance, fire’s demise apocalypse.

"But what can I do to set it free if I can’t defeat it?"

Leon broke into a cold sweat.

He felt considerable empathy for Midir; having encountered it numerous times in endless reincarnation, he couldn’t help but develop an affinity—perhaps a mutual admiration between adversaries.

The thunder oil on his Half-leaf Greatsword had reached its limit, after flickering one last time, it faded away.

Leon pulled out another enchantment tool from his waist pouch, but this time it wasn’t thunder—it was another item more targeted at the giant dragon—Dragon-damaging Grease.

As the crimson hue caused by the Dragon-damaging Grease appeared on the blade of the Half-leaf Greatsword, Midir had an intense reaction, fixing its savage eyes on Leon.

"Come on." Leon prepared himself this time, ready to face any attack.

"Hoo..."

Midir let out a low growl.

Its mouth suddenly began concentrating incandescent lasers!?