Chapter 897: Chapter 741 Chaos

Special items cannot be inspected for their properties through the system even when obtained during the script.

Only by carrying the item until the game ends will the Script Space automatically calculate it as a reward for the player.

However, if it’s a contract-bound item.

Then, even if another player steals the item, they won’t be able to use it, nor will they be able to reclaim it into their own Script Space after the game ends, unless the original player voluntarily cancels the contract.

The “Staff of the Baseless” is not a contract-bound item.

So, if another player takes it away.

It’s highly likely it won’t be retrieved again.

Xu Shuo hadn’t noticed the special properties of this dagger-like weapon and temporarily stored it away before using Light Magic to heal the wound on his hand.

He turned his head to see Wald XVIII dodging the relentless pursuit of the Golden War General.

Though the Golden War General was enormous, its movements were anything but sluggish. However, Wald XVIII was even more agile, weaving skillfully around the descending edges of the giant sword.

Suddenly, Wald XVIII’s figure paused.

A thick book flashed briefly at his arm’s bend, followed by a faint chain of light scattering from his hand, quickly wrapping around and gripping the descending giant sword of the Golden War General, then forcefully pulling it taut.

Shrouded in light, the Golden War General exuded an innate authority that made it fearsome, despite its expression being unreadable.

The giant sword, held tightly by the chain, prompted the Golden War General to leap forward fiercely while its arm quaked, causing the pulled-tight chain–now bending due to the shorter distance– to clatter loudly.

Boom!

The Golden War General plummeted from the height of its leap, shattering the ground beneath its landing spot, leaving debris and broken structures in its wake.

Even though the massive sword didn’t crash down, the sheer enormity of these motions alone made the destruction within the city appear catastrophic.

Soon after, the giant sword ensnared by chains rose up.

But before the Golden War General could charge forward, Wald XVIII swiftly retreated into the distance, driving the chain deeply into the ground as he fled.

More chains then appeared in his hands.

These chains wrapped around the giant sword one by one, and Wald XVIII darted to various points, anchoring these chains into the ground on all sides, leaving the sword tethered and towering in the center.

The Golden War General grasped the sword’s hilt and attempted to apply force to reclaim it, but its efforts proved futile–it couldn’t budge the blade.

The chains were clearly exceptional, far beyond ordinary restraints.

The chains, stretching in all directions, interlocked and dug deep into the ground, resisting even the Golden War General’s formidable strength.

Seeing this.

The Golden War General paused.

Then, abruptly abandoning the sword, it rushed forward and slammed its fist into the space where Wald XVIII was positioned.

The latter quickly leapt aside, his retreat swift but chaotic, appearing disheveled yet also strategic as he evaded the Golden War General’s pursuit.

As Wald XVIII maneuvered around the Golden War General, he managed to glance at Xu Shuo, who appeared focused as he suspended in the air, immersed in manipulating the Power of Faith.

In that fleeting moment of distraction, the Golden War General bolted like a cannonball, closing the gap at an impossible speed. Its massive golden helm and iron fist enveloped all paths of escape for him!

Bang!

The ground trembled as a huge pit formed where the Golden War General’s fist landed.

Its immense hand embedded deep within the earth, leaving only its wrist visible above ground, revealing the depth of its strike.

The punch undeniably hit Wald XVIII squarely.

As the dispersing Qi Force and light faded, the Golden War General withdrew its fist and stood upright. In the depths of the crater lay an insignificantly small figure, motionless.

The wind brushed through, clearing away the lingering dust.

Xu Shuo’s silhouette emerged beside the Golden War General.

He cast a glance at the figure in the crater. Then, the massive entity once more raised its fist, seeking to hammer down on the pit below.

Golden force rippled outward.

But this time.

Before the blow could strike into the pit, the Golden War General’s fist began to fragment and dissolve into an ethereal state; its arm shattered piece by piece, like broken glass.

The Power of Light Faith around Xu Shuo surged autonomously, attempting to replenish and stabilize the leaking force sustaining the Golden War General’s presence. However, this patchwork effort was akin to scooping snow into an already empty well–an utterly futile task.

Eventually, the Golden War General’s entire arm fragmented into nothingness, with its colossal figure becoming increasingly translucent.

The Guardian God’s Acolyte was always just a summoned phantom.

Previously, the phantom’s presence felt tangible and real under the support of the Power of Faith, but now, its increasingly insubstantial form signified the collapse of the Power of Faith sustaining the Guardian God’s Acolyte.

Xu Shuo suddenly descended from mid-air, his Power of Light retracting inward as he stared at the pit ahead, his expression tinged with shock.

“That’s not one of your weapon’s abilities?”

“This is what I call efficiency.”

Two voices rose simultaneously.

The second voice, however, carried a distinct nonchalant air.

Wald XVIII stood up from the pit.

His once luxurious outfit was now torn, the gemstone that had adorned his collar nowhere to be found. His ash-gold hair was streaked with dust, making him look quite bedraggled.

However, his piercing blue eyes burned sharp and unwavering as ever, a faintly mocking smile playing across his lips.

Wald XVIII jumped out from the deep crater, casually removing the disheveled, wrinkled collar from his clothing and leisurely brushing off the dust from his sleeves.

Even after enduring the Golden War General’s direct strike, he showed no visible signs of injury.

Xu Shuo’s gaze shifted subtly.

The damage had somehow been returned.