"How much influence does the arm have?" Cross's swelling blood vessels that covered the entire upper body hidden under the skin, returning to normal appearance. The trident in his hand became the center in a small range, automatically absorbing radiation, like a vortex, the air converged towards it and spread from both ends. It automatically brought a layer of faint light because of the surrounding radiant light. The strange patterns on it were not as bright as the second-generation holy sword in Cassia's hand, but it was dim and flickered from time to time.

The Trident was originally a copy of the divine artifacts in the Holy Shroud Empire. Compared with the second-generation holy sword, in addition to the same material, its specifications are one level higher. Compared with the first-generation holy sword, it should be the first-generation holy sword in the empire. However, the difference between the second-generation holy sword and the first-generation holy sword is only the effect after liberation, and there is a small data gap between the two. Although the strength of the three after liberation is less than one percent of the body, the effect of one-percent is still something that all surgeons pursue in the Knight King stage.

But even if this effect is less than one percent, most advanced surgeons cannot be completely liberated. With the help of various methods, they can only reveal a little trace.

The shiny patterns on the trident are the focus of Kros and Nonoska's attention, and are also an unknown and huge fear pressed on their bodies. As long as there is a possibility, it is a nearly desperate disaster for everyone who performs missions in the southern forest. Even if it is not a one-percent effect, this number will be smaller, but as long as the liberation can be completed, they will be punished.

The two of them were moving back and forth on the second-generation Holy Sword and Cassia's body, but the variables caused by uranium gold made the information completely replaced. They could not analyze whether Cassia could liberate the imitation Holy Sword. The reaction of the Trident only allowed them to capture traces of the ultimate source of danger.

"There is no idiotic word for hand, so I just lose the influence of the entire right arm." He turned his head and looked at the smooth wound cut on the right arm. The sharpness of the second-generation holy sword had become a strange feeling left in Nonoska's body. When answering Kross' inquiry, Nonoska pulled out the spare dagger, and the protective armor on the heart completely lost its function, and the only dark light on it disappeared.

Corrosion marks were everywhere on his clothes and skin. The green blood mist was like countless nets that would absorb independently, and a small amount of blood was still coming to his body. The two did unfold the sensing field as a protection, but the current strength was still acceptable and could not completely block the ubiquitous radiation. Looking at the ancient trees that were gradually dying around, the pressure in their hearts increased again.

There was a sound of shattering in front of him, and more than a dozen bulges appeared on Cassia's body and limbs. Then her skin cracked and black scales were pushed up. The inhibitor tubes that adhered to the flesh and blood were exposed to the air one after another, receiving the burning of the rays of fire-like light substances, becoming cylindrical coke, falling one by one at his feet.

When the inhibitory tube was completely repelled by this body instinct, Cassia's body paused and became hunched again. The tail of the thorns and spines was still growing, and it stopped until it was nearly two meters long. A layer of flowing fire wrapped it around it. It dragged it on the ground and directly ablated a black scorch mark, and the moisture in the soil was evaporated and invisible.

The scales on Cassia's ridge were controlled by the muscles and began to move up and down, slapping each other. The "da" sound dispersed with him as the center, but after walking away for a few steps, the frequency rose rapidly. The slapping scales stirred up a strong wind, and the chaotic airflow dissipated behind him, taking away some light blue light substances, like wings wrapped around it. The air was exploding, and the aurora in the sky became even more intense.

High-frequency sound waves triggered vibrations, and the bark of the withered ancient trees around exploded directly, becoming powder. The dead leaves and scattered soil on the ground were also decomposed, and at this moment it was rising and falling in the vibration, and a heavy layer spread on the ground like fog.

At this time, Kross had a little change in his expression until the bacteria that were permeating the air began to die because of the high-frequency sound waves with extremely strong energy. He finally realized Cassia's purpose. Looking at the round pupils, he also knew that as the only similarity between the two, the scene in the target's eyes would also appear special.

Kross held the trident tightly with both hands, and the death of the bacteria made part of his spirit return. His attention became stronger, and while the intensity of perception gradually increased, the things he was currently observing also entered a rapid mind. Whether he or Nonoska, even if he could not find a way to break the deadlock immediately, he had to analyze some information about Cassia. This is what they had to do.

At the same time, the battle continued on the scorched earth behind him at a certain distance. With both sides being conscious and default, the battlefield moved forward for thousands of meters and continued. The green aurora in the sky was clearly visible here, and the continuous radiation was felt by everyone.

Chilmann felt something during the battle. From time to time, he looked at the aurora, and seemed to have thought of the situation in the area where Nonoska was located.

On the other side, there was the center of a huge tornado. In a diameter of only two or three thousand meters surrounded by a cylindrical transparent wall, Lisuman sat quietly on a frozen ancient branch. The clothes on her back were broken, and the exposed snow was as white as snow and melted in tentacles, two slender cracks opened. The gray-white frozen gas drifted from it like a smoke belt, extending several meters away and gradually diluted invisible.

Lisuman felt something at this time and looked to her right. Her eyes seemed to penetrate a long distance in an instant and saw the green aurora. Her expression was filled with surprise at first, but then she was replaced by doubt and fear. Without making a sound, her movements became slight at this moment, but when she turned her head, McGrie was already staring at her, with an unconcealed look of inquiry on her face.

Without speaking at the first time, after a very brief thought, Lisuman spoke solemnly: "Casia seems to be using uranium gold outside. The perception extended through the clouds is extremely high in a region."

"Can you know the specific situation there?" McGrie looked in the same direction, but this was Lisuman's realm. With the support of the giant whale power, even his perception was completely blocked in the tornado.

Lisuman shook her head, her expression began to be abnormal, and there were many things she needed to consider now: "Radiation has polluted that area, which is a shielding field that is stronger than freezing gas, and it is impossible to spread the perception at the current distance."

McGrie fell silent and stopped talking.
Chapter completed!