When Xiao Chen was dealing with Duke Stuart, Metatron was facing Marcus and his daughter alone. It must be said that the blood of the golden dragon was indeed strong. The two of them had no fighting spirit or barriers to protect themselves since they entered the sea, but when they escaped from the sea, they were protected by dragon scales. Although their armor was torn, their scales were turned up, and there were a lot of bloodstains, their injuries were actually the lightest.
Metatron felt the pressure of being one against two, but she also had her own support, which was the pair of divine short swords in her hands, Judgment and Protection.
Marcus was surprised that Metatron dared to fight them alone: "Metatron! Are you looking down on our golden dragon bloodline? As far as I know, you have only been a master for a short time? How dare you face the two of us alone?"
Metatron held two swords and crossed them in front of her chest. She was suspended in the air with wings like ribbons behind her. She looked beautiful and solemn. She said, "If you have no hesitation or fear in your heart, why do you stop there? You and your daughter should attack me immediately."
"What a joke! In the eyes of us golden dragons, nothing is worth fearing! It's just that you guys are so cunning that you just attacked us with magic. I don't want to be fooled by you again! Only when people are not strong and brave enough will they resort to these despicable tricks!" Marcus said with a sneer.
Cynthia whispered, "Father, she is stalling for time. Weber is being chased by two of them over there, and Stuart is tied up by a big white snake. The situation seems to be very bad."
"I know. But we must first make sure we recover. How is your injury recovering?" Marcus asked in a low voice.
"My bloodline strength has recovered to about 70%. I consumed too much in the sea just now." Cynthia said.
"I'll talk to her for a few more words, you hurry up and recover your strength," said Marcus.
However, just when Marcus wanted to delay a little longer, Metatron on the opposite side started to move. She waved both hands, and the two artifact daggers flew out of her hands and flew into the air. The black-gray dagger named Judgment stabbed at Cynthia, who was recovering her strength, at an extremely fast speed, while the silver-white dagger named Guardian flew around Metatron.
Metatron shouted softly: "Split!"
The two swords suddenly burst into light, and then began to split, one into two, two into four, four into eight. A few seconds later, Metatron was surrounded by a silver-white sword formation, forming a spherical defense, and the sword that attacked Cynthia turned into a black "dragon" composed of countless swords and pounced towards Cynthia.
"Is this an illusion?" Cynthia asked.
"No, this is the power of a divine weapon. But even if it is a divine weapon, it is impossible to copy a sword countless times. I guess most of the swords are a collection of energy, and only one is a real sword. The power of these energy swords must be limited, and must be much weaker than the original sword." Marcus analyzed.
Judging whether a sword is a physical object or energy is not a difficult task for him. "Let's aim at the direction the sword is coming from and use Golden Dragon Breath together!"
The so-called golden dragon's breath is actually a spell-like ability.
After all, Marcus and Cynthia were not real golden dragons, and they could not spit out a large amount of energy from their mouths. What they called the Golden Dragon Breath was to mobilize the energy in front of them and simulate the process of a real golden dragon spitting out energy in a similar way to casting a spell.
Although this spell-like ability cannot be compared with the breath of a real golden dragon, as a skill that can only be released by a bloodline master, its power is comparable to the magic cast by a great magician.
Marcus and his daughter both put their hands in front of their chests. When they mobilized all the blood energy in their bodies to gather in their hands, a golden energy ball appeared between their hands. When the energy accumulated to a certain level, vigorous energy ejected from the ball of light and met the flying sword of judgment.
When the breath fired by the two collided with the Judgment Sword Flow, a violent explosion occurred. Marcus's judgment was correct. These black daggers were indeed energy bodies. Although they carried powerful abilities, they were no match for the combined efforts of the two masters. Less than a minute after the collision, the golden breath was about to destroy all the Judgment Swords.
However, Marcus did not dare to be careless. He shouted to Cynthia: "Be careful! The real sword has not appeared yet. Don't let it sneak attack you by mixing it with the energy sword..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard Cynthia scream. He turned his head and saw that the real black sword of judgment broke through Cynthia's breath energy and her golden scales, cutting through her waist, leaving a two-finger-wide, 30-centimeter-long cut. If Cynthia hadn't dodged quickly, the sword would have stabbed her lower abdomen directly.
The Judgment Sword flew behind Cynthia, turned the sword head and stabbed her again. As a divine weapon, this sword also has the effect of breaking shields and armor. Cynthia had no choice but to ignore her own wounds and struggle to deal with the sword.
Marcus saw Cynthia trying to dodge and fighting with the Sword of Judgment. He glanced over and roughly grasped the situation of the battle. He felt that Cynthia should be able to deal with the sword, so he focused his attention on Metatron who was controlling the sword.
There is no doubt that the defensive sword formation formed by the Sword of Guardian should also be energy bodies. If their power is comparable to that of the Sword of Judgment, Marcus feels that he can quickly break through this defense.
So he launched the Golden Dragon's Breath again at Metatron from a few dozen meters away.
However, the situation encountered by the breath energy this time was completely different from before. When these guardian swords found that the breath was coming, they abandoned their original trajectory and flew to the location where the breath came, gathering together in layers to resist the incoming energy. Unlike the Judgment Sword, the clones of the guardian sword are endless. Marcus released the breath for a long time, but he did not get close to Metatron who was standing in the defense circle.
As soon as he observed, he found that there was a guardian sword floating above Metatron's head. It was this sword that was constantly releasing energy bodies to replenish the swords that were destroyed by his breath.
Once Marcus's attack stopped, the swords would fly back to their original positions and re-form a spherical sword formation. Marcus realized that it would take him some time to break this sword formation.
Before they knew it, Marcus and Cynthia were being held back by Metatron.
(To be continued)