Saving the World in an Apocalypse-Style Text Game-Chapter 807 - 387 Moving Power Bank—Amos_2

[Suddenly, behind "Apostle Cain the Eleventh," a graceful and tall female figure emerged, with snake hair writhing on her head, each strand pointing towards the "Wailing Bone Dragon"...]

[The surging Dragon Breath from its gaping maw, like a tiny flame extinguished by a tidal wave, dissipated in an instant.]

[The "Wailing Bone Dragon," shocked, opened its mouth to spew Dragon Breath again, but no matter how wide it opened its maw, it could no longer gather the breath of the dead.]

[At this moment, two "Abyssal Dark Knights" had charged in front of "Apostle Cain the Eleventh," thrusting their spears menacingly...]

[The spear tips tore through the air, emitting a piercing screech.]

[However, before the spear tips could reach their enemy, the Crimson Greatsword had already smashed down.]

[A blood-red light surged, and the horizontal, broad blade, like a giant hammer, crushed the two "Abyssal Dark Knights," rider and steed, into a scattered pile of Broken Bones!]

[The ’undead’ trait possessed by higher undead, allowed the two "Abyssal Dark Knights" to regenerate after suffering fatal damage and to move again briefly.]

[The fragments of bones scattered on the ground, as if drawn by an invisible magnet, were twitching as if they were about to come together and reassemble...]

[Suddenly, two blood-red lights burst from the pitch-black skeletal remains, instantly sinking into the giant sword’s blade, making the blood ribbons swirling around it even more vivid and intense.]

[And the Broken Bones that had floated up off the ground suddenly crashed down, silent once more.]

[Your temporary summoned "Abyssal Dark Knights" have died!]

"Eh?"

Cain’s voice of surprise came clearly through the earpiece.

[Apostle Cain the Twelfth" vanished in a flash from his spot, reappearing above the head of the "Wailing Bone Dragon."]

[His figure, in comparison to the huge dragon’s skull, was so small that he seemed like a child, yet this child possessed a terrifying strength mismatched with his minuscule size!]

[Cain, holding the sword with both hands, ferociously drove the entire Crimson Greatsword into the giant dragon’s skull...]

[The green flames in the eyes of the "Wailing Bone Dragon" extinguished, its massive body disintegrated, shattering into scattered skeletal remains.]

[Another streak of blood light burst forth from within the Broken Bones, drawn into the Crimson Greatsword, making the blood aura around Cain even denser.]

[Your summoned creature "Wailing Bone Dragon" has died!]

Amos closed his eyes in despair, knowing that no matter how he resisted, he was no match for Cain in the face of absolute power, where all strategies were in vain.]

This "younger brother" at difficulty level six was definitely stronger than Agabus, and not by a small margin!]

"Cain, I concede..."

Amos slumped in defeat, feeling as if all his strength had been drained from him, and the overwhelming fear of death quietly descended upon him.]

He suddenly had an absurd realization—this person, who formerly addressed him as "my lord," and recently as "older brother," had already surpassed the rank of the lower disciples.]

His strength was not even something a normal Demigod could compete with; even Agabus here would have no choice but to face death against "Cain."]

Even if he and Agabus joined forces, they would still not be a match for Cain!]

On the verge of death, Amos finally grasped the truth: the Lord’s favour towards Cain was more than just approval; he must have also been covertly and tirelessly nurturing Cain.]

Otherwise, how could a level six Apostle possess such formidable power?]

With this thought, everything became clear.]

Why the conditions for victory in this disciple war were so harsh, even unprecedented.]

A situation with only three winners, something even Lord Vesinu had never heard of.]

Now, he understood everything.]

Of course, the Lord knew of Cain’s immense power and was supporting his rise to power!]

Once Cain had killed him and Agabus, even if he did nothing else, just by waiting for the other islands’ disciples to determine a victor...]

After this disciple war, Cain’s rank would soar to third, becoming the Third Apostle!]

That’s right! The weapon in Cain’s hand must have come from the Blood Sun World!]

The Lord, aware that Cain had experienced the Blood Sun World, must have secretly favored him, changing the prize for the disciple election to the Blood Sun World.]

Or perhaps, the Lord directly revealed to Cain the secret strategies for the Blood Sun World, allowing him to obtain this immensely powerful weapon and ensuring his ability to slay all other contenders, making Cain the ultimate victor of the disciple election.]

Cain, are you the Lord’s illegitimate child or what?

Amos believed he had understood the entire truth.]

"Older brother, can you summon some more skeletons?"

Amos was taken aback, then anger surged, and he said indignantly, "A warrior may be killed but not insulted. If you’re going to kill me, then do it. Are you trying to humiliate me before my death?"

Cain’s voice came through the earpiece again, "Older brother, the only way out is right before your eyes, but if you don’t seize it, I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to strike you down painfully."]

Amos snorted disdainfully, a way out? What kind of way out could there be?

On each island, there could only be one victor. Even if Cain was willing to spare him, he could not break the rule—among the lower disciples, only one could survive and leave the disciple war.

If there was any chance of two surviving, he would have joined forces with Cain to try to fight against Agabus...]

Fallen into such straits, what choice did he have?

Amos was just about to scoff in reply but then stopped himself and closed his mouth.]

Wait, there actually was a way out!

The might of Cain was so overwhelming, he had long outclassed the lower disciples. For him to take down a few competitors on the island of the lower disciples was like a maxed-level big shot entering Novice Village to bully the weak—there was no challenge at all.]