Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong - Chapter 2948 1612: Shattering and a Helping Hand (Part 2)

However, despite the enhanced speed of the Broken Wing King, aided by Anemo Magic, surpassing that of a typical half-step Tier 7 strongman, the Thunder Attack Scroll used by Leo Ray was also famed for its speed, especially as it was of a higher tier level.

Boom!

With an earth-shattering explosion, the opponent’s gleaming golden figure was instantly engulfed by a storm of thunder and lightning, leaving scorched marks and casting dust everywhere.

As the dazzling thunderstorm illuminating the sky dispersed, the Broken Wing King was seen standing with difficulty, leaning on his sword amidst the thick black smoke. His substantial Energy Barrier had long disappeared, and his once-shining golden armor was now charred black, as he gasped heavily, appearing extremely bedraggled.

Just moments ago, knowing he couldn’t evade the attack, he was forced to use his strongest defensive ace. Yet even so, he lacked a Tier 7 defense to contend with the “Furious Thunder Devouring,” only barely managing to withstand this move at a half-step Tier 7 level.

“Look at the pathetic state of the Broken Wing King! The Majesty of the Humans truly is exceptional, holding an absolute advantage!”

For a moment, the eyes of our strongmen filled with admiration and excitement, and morale reached its peak as they began to gradually suppress the foes in front of them.

In contrast, the Giant Horned King, Tusk King, and their henchmen displayed slack, twisted expressions, utterly devoid of the previous arrogance and wanton disregard.

Seeing the opponent still lingering on the brink of death, Leo Ray’s Rolanddel sword suddenly gleamed fiercely, and he launched a fierce assault towards his foe.

“Noble Winged Ones, if you do not act now, this Lonely King will fall at the hands of these Human ants!”

As Leo Ray approached, the Broken Wing King’s former sharp, eagle-like eyes now only showed panic and disarray, as he began loudly calling for help.

As the panicked words of the Broken Wing King fell, over ten agile and unknown figures descended from the sky, protecting him at the center.

Leo Ray felt a vast and powerful aura rushing head-on at him, as a cunning longsword came strikingly towards his face like a silver snake, producing a shrill and dangerous buzzing sound.

In that split second, Leo Ray’s reaction was exceptionally swift. He promptly raised his longsword to parry the extremely fierce blade from the opponent.

In the next moment, when his opponent’s attack was deflected, the adversary launched a fierce kick directly aimed at Leo Ray’s abdomen.

With his longsword having just parried the opponent’s attack and unable to defend again, Leo Ray had no choice but to withstand it using an Energy Barrier.

With a resounding “Boom,” Leo Ray was immediately knocked back, retreating over a dozen steps before barely managing to stabilize himself.

Meanwhile, the suddenly attacking figure gradually became clear.

The figure was that of a middle-aged strongman, exuding arrogance and disdain, clad in a shiny set of silver light armor. But that wasn’t the crucial point. The most captivating was the pure white wings extending from his back, reflecting a faint silver glow under the moonlight.

“The old Fishman King was right; it really is a strong Winged one?”

Looking at the obvious characteristics of the opponent, Leo Ray slightly furrowed his brow.

During the petrification of the Winged People’s Barrier Region, although he saw many ancient Winged ones, they were no more than sculptures. Only once at Kael Castle did he witness the illusion of a Winged strongman, who once aided him through King West’s Energy Mark—the Phantom of Aaron.

And now, for the first time, he was facing a genuine Winged strongman.

Leo Ray’s gaze shifted back to the position of the Broken Wing King, and he saw a squad of Winged strongmen appearing around him, keeping him at the center.

Leo Ray could distinctly feel that, including the middle-aged Winged strongman who had just fought him, there were a total of twelve Winged strongmen, all at a half-step Tier 7 level, with an unassailable aura surrounding them.

“Winged Race strongmen? Is the Broken Wing King actually backed by the Winged?”

Witnessing this sudden scene, most of our strongmen, unaware of such developments, were left with expressions of shock, including the Ear-cut-off Dark Elves.

Everyone clearly understood that the Winged Race was indeed a genuine first-class power, also being the most mysterious among the peak powers, even more so than the prestigious Elf and Dwarf Tribes, who were clueless about the depths of the Winged Race.

For the Broken Wing King to use them as support was evidently beyond everyone’s comprehension!

Without exaggeration, any first-class power could instantly decimate a second-tier power’s entire realm with a mere flick of the finger, without any room for retaliation. Such was the might of a first-class power standing at the peak of the Ten Thousand Clans!

In a flash, the glimmer of Dawn we had just seen vanished again, replaced by an irrepressible despair quietly spreading.

“Hahaha, those big shots finally appear!”

The previously dispirited Giant Horned King and Tusk King, along with their underlings, began laughing loudly, regaining their wanton behavior.

“Human ants, I have long said, you are merely hitting a rock with an egg.”

Under the protection of the Winged strongmen, the Broken Wing King, once disheveled, regained a sense of disdain, saying forestally: “It’s too late to seek mercy now; today, all the rebels must die!”

“Your Majesty Broken Wing King, since you have implored us to show up, you should let us speak, right?”

The middle-aged Winged strongman glanced at him, with not a hint of respect in his tone.

“Yes, Your Excellency Noth, please speak your mind freely,”

For his saviors, the Broken Wing King ignored the dignity of a king, nodding his head repeatedly.

“Emperor of the Human Race, as you can see, we come from the Winged Race and hold some status in the tribe,”

Noth, the middle-aged Winged strongman, said loftily to Leo Ray: “Regrettably, the Broken Wing King is now under the protection of the Winged Race, and no one can harm him in the slightest.”

Saying so, Noth removed his battle helmet, revealing his ears.

His ears bore some white feathers, though sparse and unable to compare with the Ear-wing Erosion Eraser, it was evident that he also possessed the bloodline of the Winged Royal Family.

“Ear wings? It is said only the most pure-blooded Winged Nobility possess such traits!”

Looking at those distinct ears, many monarchs exclaimed in surprise, with awed expressions.

Faced with the awe-filled gazes from the crowd, Noth’s arrogance on his face increased, as he sneered and continued: “Thus, if you all surrender now and submit to the Broken Wing King, perhaps we will spare your lives.”

“Don’t dream; you claim to represent the Winged Race, and in another breath say you hold some status in the tribe, even showing those sparse ear wings—it’s all mere bravado, isn’t it?”

Leo Ray held Rolanddel horizontally before him, his expression unwavering.

As he delved into the Outer Region, Leo Ray naturally understood the Winged Race more deeply, knowing what ear wings signified.

Directly meeting Noth’s arrogant eyes, Leo Ray said: “If you truly represented the entire Winged Race, it would only take sending a Grand Army to swiftly resolve everything. Why, then, put on such airs?”

“Moreover, the notorious Broken Wing King, and the exalted, aloof Winged Race, known for their reclusiveness—how could they assist the former, thus giving other first-class powers a pretext for reproach? It is evidently a thankless task.”

Leo Ray’s eyes slightly narrowed as he continued: “Even if you intend to assist the Broken Wing King, it should be done discreetly, not by having showy types like you expose yourselves.”

With these words, Noth’s face darkened immediately, as a furious aura began radiating from his eyes.