Chapter 1360 - 535: Memory Battlefield_2

He wasn’t sure if it was because he’d been stifled in the Divine Hall of Trial for too long, though logically that shouldn’t be the case—after all, there were plenty of instructors in there.

"Harvester?" Hearing this name, Lucilia was slightly surprised.

Because whether it was him or Alka and the others, they had heard this title before.

Back then it was the God of Rebirth; when he looked at Lucilia’s Great Sword, that was what he called it.

Lucilia couldn’t help staring at the Curse Sword in her hand: "So you’re saying the Divine Essence of this weapon is composed of that being?"

Thinking about it that way, it was only natural that it restrained Lucilia.

The Curse Sword’s core ability was Soul Cutting.

"Really?" Nafutos was a bit surprised; he hadn’t expected such a coincidence.

But he still said, "It’s nothing that strange. In this campaign, the Demigods, Divine creatures, and even Divines who died on both sides were numerous.

Seen that way, it’s not impossible that many Scepter Level Treasures could find a corresponding being here."

Lucilia looked at the blade in her hand, then at that powerhouse who looked like a Death God incarnate.

"Looks like I need to study him well."

On a battlefield like this.

Brutal sparring was the best teacher.

You had to remember: the sword blade in her hand had once been the Harvester’s instinct itself; she would definitely be able to learn techniques perfectly suited to it.

And he wasn’t born a Divine, but a powerhouse who had climbed step by step from a mortal to this height—making him even more worth learning from.

"Oh, your teammates are about to start again."

Nafutos said.

Alka and the others looked over.

This time the two entering Memory Battlefield training were Pororo and Jason individually.

Normally Jason and Ulu Liwus would enter training together.

But there were also situations where the two went in separately to fight their own battles.

After all, it was training time right now.

And it was also to prepare for scenarios where they’d have to fight alone.

"Jason, if you’re not with Ulu Liwus, you won’t be able to out-kill me." Pororo split his maw in a grin, showing sharp teeth as he spoke.

Hearing that, Jason raised an eyebrow. "Not necessarily. Maybe I’m stronger now, you never know."

"Then let’s compare. See who kills more enemies, and who survives longer."

"Bring it on!"

As the words fell.

The two facing off once again charged into each other.

The same kind of scene had already played out countless times before their eyes.

The only difference was that each time they chose different locations and enemies to clash with, so naturally the foes they encountered weren’t the same.

As soon as the battle began, neither of them held anything back or concealed their strength; they went straight to their most powerful abilities.

Because in this kind of battlefield, you had to open with your strongest power—that was their recent lesson—otherwise you’d be instantly cut down by the enemy’s heavy attacks.

Pororo transformed directly into an armored monster, the Tail Hammer that had grown from him immediately becoming his weapon.

Rampaging Thunder, wreathed with an extinguishing effect, twisted around him without pause, storms gathering at his sides.

Targets quickly came looking for him.

This time it was a monster as gigantic as he was, its overall bulk even a size larger than Pororo. Its body was covered in a heavy shell, like a colossal dragon-turtle from the Ancient Times.

The two beings, both like war behemoths, started brawling directly on the battlefield.

Each side’s attacks scraped past the other’s ears and flanks.

While attacking each other, they also had to dodge strikes coming from enemies—or from allies.

The chaos of the battlefield was laid bare.

A figure flashed by.

Before he could see clearly who it was, the enemy in front of Pororo was split in half from head to the hard shell on its back by a single stroke.

The enemy died just like that; Pororo didn’t even know who had done it.

He only saw a form streak past.

Helpless, he could only abandon the corpse at his feet and go hunting for other enemies.

This was also a situation that occurred often on the battlefield.

This time, though, whether from sheer bad luck or something else...

He’d barely taken two steps before two enemies surrounded him, and within five minutes his arm had been severed.

These two were absolutely the tightly coordinated type, clearly the kind who often fought together.

He was thrown into a huge disadvantage on the spot.

Although not every combatant who appeared had reached the Seventh Stage or above, in all the countless runs Alka had done in this battle, he had never seen anyone whose strength was below the Fifth Stage.

In other words, even those at the Fifth Stage were nothing but cannon fodder in this war.

Seventh and Eighth Stage powerhouses were packed in like a swarm, too many to count.

So even just surviving for any length of time in this war was hard for them.

It was barely a glimpse of a corner of the Golden Era.

On the other side, Jason was even more unlucky.

Without Ulu Liwus’s fusion and support, he had lost a major source of strength.

Right from the start he relied on his shared power to seize and plunder from the enemy, stealing some of their strength, making his current body extraordinarily tough.

This was also something Alka and the others had discovered.

Nearly all beings from the Golden Era had bodily toughness far above their current average.

Although Jason relied on long-range attacks, constantly harassing and killing from afar, that kind of fighter was generally a priority target for the enemy.

A gigantic spear fell from the sky.