Game’s Dogma - Chapter 343: A Step Back, A Step Forward

Drako Yau could sense the unknown person locking on him again. He decided at that moment to catch a glimpse of the person’s face and place a huge bounty on his head after the quest; the threat was too significant to be ignored.

The war between the two servers was inevitable at some point. The sniper would undoubtedly use his extreme reach to assassinate their commanders during the war. Although Chau Yu surely had his hidden trump cards, Drako Yau believed even the master tactician would fall to the sniper.

A dull hum reached Drako Yau, followed by a flash of purple. The purple ray split into eight thin beams midway, spreading into a giant web. While the rays got thinner, no one would dare doubt the power they packed.

The eight Mana Shots could lock onto targets and track them down automatically, rendering Empyreal Dragon Step useless. The only way out was to beat them down with brute force.

Drako Yau discovered a new usage for Frost Form in the dangerous situation. Frost Form had a circular detection range of a fifty-metre radius. Now, he could detect up to a hundred metres in a fan shape in a single direction by focusing his attention.

Doubling his detection range was a welcomed change, but that was far from enough to deal with the sniper. As a careful person, Drako Yau understood from his days of being hunted by the old geezer that every bit of aid was valuable. He might be able to turn things around by combining multiple tiny advantages.

In a breath’s time, the eight Mana Shots were already within the detection range of Frost Form. The additional fifty metres gave him half a second more time to calculate the right move. There wasn’t much he could do within a split second, but he could at least prepare himself. He used his most powerful trump card right away—Boiling Form!

The incoming attack could injure him. He had little faith in his armour set, let alone Tattered Armour, which had been in slumber since the battle with John. He simply couldn’t bet his life on uncertainties.

Sparks of flames and ice seeped from his body and leaked from every possible gap in his armour. His flaming hair wavered like a wildfire. Instead of burning his hair, the flames acted as extensions of every strand of hair.

Drako Yau undoubtedly had the most dazzling appearance on the battlefield. Even Oda Nobunaga spared him a glance during his charge. Surrounding soldiers, be it from the Akechi or Oda clan, all subconsciously vacated the area around him.

As the eight thin rays approached Drako Yau, they converged from various directions towards where he stood. The rays gradually slowed down in his vision.

Drako Yau would’ve used Empyreal Dragon Step to evade them if it had been a basic attack. However, breaking free from the system’s lock-on was easier said than done. The only person capable of performing the feat was his sworn brother Hagrid, but their difference in strength was far too obvious.

Drako Yau had little choice but to combat it with his own methods. Despite knowing that his life depended on his following action, his mind was as calm as the serene sea, an effect of Frost Form. Boiling Form, in nature, was an enhanced version of Frost Form and Flame Form, after all.

The eight thin purple rays would strike him from different angles. In his mind, numbers indicating their speed appeared next to them. His calculations concluded that they’d land at the same spot simultaneously.

It’s a system-guided skill, Drako Yau reminded himself as he retreated backwards.

His leg, imbued by ice and fire, stomped onto the ground, shaking it violently. Burnt footprints appeared everywhere he trod as he continued to fall back. The nearby soldiers shuddered and lost their footing from the mini earthquake.

However, the system’s tracking was absolute. Falling back alone wouldn’t shake off the aggressive beams—and Drako Yau knew that all along. What he aimed for was to converge the eight rays.

The rays bolted towards where he stood moments ago and struck emptiness. The next moment, they twisted and veered towards him in a straight line like lunging snakes. As they all turned towards him at the same spot, they recombined into a thick purple beam.

Shooting Star was undergoing an eerie change as Drako Yau gripped it tightly. If someone recorded it and replayed it in slow motion, they would notice that a thin layer of ice formed on the spear but was engulfed by flowing flames in the blink of an eye. Ice would reclaim the spear moments later, only to be devoured by fire again. The cycle of flame and ice happened thrice.

Drako Yau’s face was as pale as the ice on his spear. His hands trembled without anyone noticing, as if the spear in his hands weighed a thousand kilograms.

Everything took place in less than two seconds. Drako Yau planted his leg heavily into the ground once more, halting his retreat forcefully. The reaction force from the abrupt stop made him cough up a mouthful of blood, but he couldn’t be bothered by something so trivial at that moment.

Stopping wasn’t his intention—he was preparing for a charge. He retreated to converge the beams so he could deal with them all at once. He charged to build up momentum for the upcoming thrust.

Another thundering boom resounded all over as flaming chunks of ice scattered everywhere. His leg engraved a burnt footstep into the ground. Shooting Star had become an amalgamation of ice and fire at that point, its actual appearance no longer discernible.

The thrust was as simple as it could get; it was the plain old thrust he had repeated hundreds of thousands of times. Mana Shot clashed straight against his spear. A high-pitch screech and an air blast swept across the region, throwing every soldier within a 200-metre radius onto the ground.