Evolving Silver Dragon

Chapter 146: 144 Soul Creation_l

Translator: 549690339

This was the Legendary Battleaxe, whose sharpness and armor-piercing abilities Otto had experienced firsthand.

Ordinary objects couldn’t withstand such a deadly weapon, so Otto deliberately placed an iron plate of the same material in its path.

The reason for using an iron plate of the same material instead of an identical battleaxe was simple: to minimize the consumption of Soul Power.

Unlike the legendary beastman across from him, Otto’s soul strength was not very high; in fact, it was somewhat weak.

Having lost part of his forearm, he also summoned a Legendary Battleaxe and an iron plate of the same material.

The consumption of Soul Power for these tasks was no small amount for Otto, and at this moment, he could already clearly sense that his existence had become more unstable.

The faint light flickering around his body was much dimmer than when it had first begun.

Otto could create new objects out of thin air with Soul Power in his surroundings, but as the distance increased, so did the proportionate consumption of Soul Power.

So, Otto extended his right hand, and a Revolver appeared in it.

As usual, Beastman Gaenor Keren coalesced a black and gold Legendary Battleaxe in his hand, while looking somewhat puzzled at the short, hollow iron tube in Otto’s hand.

It looked a bit like the Firearms that dwarves use, which seem more like toys than weapons.

So, what was the use of such a thing without even a blade? Had the feeble human across from him finally lost his mind?

Just as he thought this, a thunderous boom sounded, and a burst of sparks erupted from the strange, hollow tube.

A metal bullet shot through his body at an incredible speed, directly blasting an irregular hole where it had hit.

Dwarf Firearms definitely didn’t have this kind of power.

“What on earth is that thing?”

Gaenor Keren was shocked as he looked at the hole in his chest. He couldn’t comprehend how such a hollow tube could unleash such astonishing power.

Before he could think further, Otto had already emptied the remaining bullets in the Revolver.

However, the recoil of the Revolver was a bit strong, and his shooting skills were not very good. Including the previous shot, out of six bullets, only two had hit.

A truly sunset-level shooting skill.

While Otto was reloading, Gaenor Keren once again threw the Legendary Battleaxe in his hand and was subsequently blocked by Otto using the same method.

But Gaenor Keren did not stay in place, waiting to play some turn-based game with Otto. He tried to create some wooden planks in front of him, stepping on them slowly as he walked towards Otto.

Knowing the identity of his opponent, Otto naturally didn’t want to be approached by a powerful legendary warrior.

He immediately emptied the reloaded bullets, his aim was slightly better this time but only one shot actually hit.

The mighty Orc actually blocked the high-speed bullet with a newly coalesced battleaxe.

At this moment, Otto wondered if he should say something like “A legendary powerhouse is truly terrifying…”

Meanwhile, Gaenor Keren seemed to have adjusted to the situation under his feet. His pace became faster and faster.

Since the Revolver wasn’t effective, Otto simply threw it like a stone at the approaching Orc.

Of course, Otto never expected this to work.

With a faint flash of light, Otto’s severed forearm had regrown.

As he had thought, even his own body could be restored by creating it out of thin air with Soul Power.

Perhaps he could also transform his body into the dragon form he was more accustomed to in recent years, but unfortunately, his current Soul Power was so weak and sparse that he couldn’t even create a single dragon claw.

Having briefly familiarized himself with his newly regrown limb, a white light flashed, and a Sprayer symbolizing justice appeared in Otto’s hand.

“Let’s see how you block this!”

A cruel smile appeared on Otto’s face as he fiercely pulled the trigger.

“Boom!”

With a sound like a louder thunderclap, Gaenor Keren reflexively placed the Legendary Battleaxe across his chest.

An immense force instantly hit him, pushing him back two steps.

The wide coverage of the shotgun blast couldn’t be blocked by a single battleaxe; his upper chest and lower body were riddled with irregular bullet holes.

And what angered him even more was,

After unleashing an even more violent burst of sparks, the front end of the much longer hollow iron tube actually pushed the damned human back.

Otto continued shooting at the Orc while using the powerful recoil of the Sprayer to keep retreating.

His plan was to get to a safe distance, then bring out an AK symbolizing truth.

Gaenor Keren could probably guess Otto’s thoughts, as he glared at the cunning human in front of him.

He created a large square shield and then placed wooden boards in front of him to step on while charging forward, enduring round after round of shotgun attacks.

After familiarizing himself with the feeling underfoot, Gaenor Keren began to jog intermittently, getting faster and faster.

This surprised Otto. Should he really say that this was the adaptation ability of a once legendary powerhouse? It was so fast even in a completely unfamiliar situation.

What surprised him even more came next.

Gaenor Keren reached out towards Otto’s direction, and a thick stone wall suddenly appeared behind Otto as he made a grabbing motion.

This prevented Otto from continuing to retreat using the Sprayer’s recoil.

Suddenly, two stone walls burst out on his left and right, tilted inward and squeezing him tightly within.

Before Otto could react, a battleaxe flew out from the Orc’s hand, accurately passing through the gap in the stone wall, piercing Otto’s chest, and pinning him to the wall, unable to move.

It may seem like Otto was in a miserable situation, but in reality, he didn’t seem to have suffered much damage.

Because in this form, there didn’t seem to be any concept of vital parts, and there were no important organs beneath his chest, just a solid energy body.

Just as Otto’s previous bullets didn’t cause much damage to the opposing Orc, the loss of Soul Power this time was just a small cut made by the battleaxe.

It seemed that our legendary beastman had made a mistake.

With a smile curling the corners of his mouth, Otto looked at the rapidly approaching beastman with a delighted expression.

It seemed that only now did his opponent realize that in addition to receiving damage, forcibly creating such a large stone wall from such a distance had a huge drain on their Soul Power..