Arknights' Lock of Heaven

How big is it?

It's about two or three stories high.

Those fists alone were bigger than a person.

“Doctor,” Mudrock said, standing atop the giant’s head, “my 'friend' has been waiting for a long time.”

"This...this...this..." Kronin could no longer speak clearly.

Even his subordinates stared in disbelief and trembled as they looked at the colossal statue that resembled a god descending to earth.

But after hesitating for a while, he managed to grasp the situation.

"Quick! Seize the mayor and Ceylon!"

He turned around and shouted at his men.

Kronin knew very well that it would be impossible to force his men to attack such a terrifying behemoth.

Then let's just grab the mayor and make them hesitate to act!

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the thugs became restless.

They wouldn't dare face such a colossal statue.

But to say that the mayor was kidnapped would be incredibly audacious.

Seeing the thugs rushing towards him, Herman took a deep breath and looked at Black.

"Protect Ceylon well," he instructed. "You'll have to fight tooth and nail, Black!"

"No, no need..."

Unexpectedly, Hei shook his head with a subtle expression upon hearing this.

She looked at the giant's shoulders.

There were two beautiful figures standing there.

As the thugs continued to pour into the alley, one of them leaped down towards them.

Then he drew the giant sword from behind him.

Levadin!!!

With a roar from Surtr, flames began to gather, brew, and take shape... Finally, a giant made of lava took the greatsword, which was almost as tall as a person, from her hands and raised it to ignite the sky!

In an instant, the already scorching summer temperature soared even higher, and the closer one got to the fire giant, the more intense the heat became, to the point of mental disorientation.

At that terrifying temperature, it seemed as if even the reinforced concrete walls next to it were about to melt.

Upon seeing this, the thugs who had surged into the alley stopped in their tracks and looked at each other in bewilderment.

They do have some insight; this level of Originium Arts... charging in would be suicide!

"You!" Seeing his henchmen, who had been touted as incredibly powerful, now cowering in fear, Kronin was furious.

"Get them! Why aren't you attacking!" Kronin roared at his men, "I've spent so much money to support you, is this how you repay me?"

But no matter how much he roared, the thugs kept their eyes down and refused to come forward.

Just kidding, judging by their posture, they're not someone to be trifled with.

The temperature of that flame was so high it could melt concrete walls; how could anyone climb up there?

And you're talking about money... It's not like you're going to equip us with the latest Victoria power armor! We'd definitely go for it then!

Seeing that they refused to budge, Kronin finally gave up.

He looked to the other side of the alley.

That's where the Doctor and Hellagur are.

"You... grab that doctor!" He shifted his focus, looking at his subordinates on the other side.

"Hurry up, can't you even beat that old man?"

"Don't forget, if I die here, no one will pay you, and you'll be wanted by the city!"

"If you want to go out or live a comfortable life, listen to me!"

Upon hearing this, the thugs exchanged glances.

That old man... well, he had a white beard and did look rather easy to bully.

Seeing this, they made their choice and began to charge forward.

However, Hrag and the Doctor remained completely calm in the face of their surprise attack.

The reason for this is the figure carrying a greatsword on the mudstone colossus.

boom!

With a loud bang, Skadi jumped off the colossus.

Then he drew the greatsword from his back.

She doesn't possess Originium Arts as dazzling as Surtr's, which are intimidating just to look at.

For Skadi, there is only one way to resolve the dispute.

kill!

easy to understand.

It was through this that she made a name for herself in Terra.

Faced with the swarm of thugs, Skadi raised her sword and charged into the crowd!

The first strike! The two henchmen who charged the fastest watched helplessly as the giant sword, with incredible speed and immense gravity, smashed their weapons to pieces.

Then, close to the chest, cut open the clothes, rip the flesh, crush the bones, smash the internal organs...

Finally, the three of them were neatly split in two!

Even at this point, Skadi has not stopped her attack.

She stepped forward with her right foot again, and like a swallow, she leaped over the three dismembered thugs, raised her sword, and swung it!

Countless severed limbs flew through the air with blood as Skadi charged into the crowd like an invincible killing machine.

Armor?

Sorry, no matter how thick the armor is, it's as fragile as paper in front of her sword.

Shield?

Ha, the so-called heavily armored soldiers who met her offensive were slammed against the wall with a single sword strike, shield and all, by she used pure brute force.

Looking at the sunken curve of her chest, even if Kal'tsit came, she would shake her head and send her straight to the crematorium.

Sniper?

Putting aside the possibility of accidentally injuring friendly forces when using sniping in a crowd, even disregarding that, could those weak arrows really keep up with Skadi's pace?

With a sidestep, Skadi dodged the crossbow bolt and, incidentally, slammed the head of a heavily armored soldier into his chest. She released her grip on the sword hilt with her left hand, casually picked up the already lifeless corpse, spun around, accelerated, and then threw it away!

boom!

The snipers who had gathered together were instantly smashed and cried out in pain. Just as they were recovering from the shock, they found that death was already at their doorstep.

303 - A jinx!!!

A sniper futilely raised his heavy crossbow and held it in front of his chest.

But he also knew it was futile.

The next second, with the heavy blow of the greatsword, the crossbow was deeply embedded in his chest, becoming one with him completely.

In his brief moments of death, he vaguely saw the woman's figure sweeping across the battlefield.

She had just pierced a guard with her sword in her right hand when a dangerous glint of blade flashed behind her.

But he remained completely calm, using his left hand to lift the head of a thug whose spine had been broken, and bravely faced the sneak attack of the blade.

The result was obvious: another person had their spine broken by being crushed alive.

In a daze, he realized that the woman had completely broken through their formation.

As he lost more and more blood, his mind raced with thoughts.

Memories of the past kept flooding back to me.

Until a picture appears.

It was in a mercenary town, where he and several companions were drinking and making fun of an old mercenary who had lost both legs and one hand.

The thug heard that name for the first time from the old mercenary.

A jinx.

A woman dressed in a strange uniform, carrying a large sword, with long, snow-white hair draped over her shoulders.

The rain kept falling, and the old mercenary kept rambling on about his experiences.

They were an entire mercenary group, with over a hundred people in total.