章節 395: CHAPTER 554
Ron's aura turned gray.
The unpleasant sensation of being consumed by the dark power began, and his vision darkened.
The great body, which had been trained for all of his life without a single apostle, now exuded a dark and ominous aura.
The formless sword also lost its unique transparent color and began to emit a murky gray color. As a result, it lost its uniqueness of being invisible, but its power was so huge that it did not become a weakness in the first place.
The mages of Zipfel could now realize how vast the pressure from the Formless Sword was once it took a visible form.
The sky and the ground were filled with a gray sword aura. In addition, as soon as the Sword of Overlord was opened, the power increased even more, and no matter where they looked, it was filled with gray blades.
But now, the mages of Zipfel were not afraid of him.
The power of the Demon God's orb that was opened was strengthening not only Kelliark Zipfel, but also Zipfel's other mages and fleet.
The dragons roared incessantly. It was because they lost their temper due to the energy of the Demon God's orb, but they did not attack their allies. They waited for orders like a well-trained fighting dog. An order to bite the enemy.
Gaaaaa-!
Except for Kelliark, it was Beloit who showed the most overwhelming presence.
With the energy of the Demon God's orb, Beloit vomited black fire, and the heat that was incomparably stronger pushed away the nearby gray sword energies.
Hoo....
Ron slowly picked his breath and took the stance. The pattern of the newly engraved Sword of Overlord slightly covered his thin body.
His condition was far from perfect. That's why the Sword of Overlord couldn't last longer like the sword saints, but that didn't matter.
The fight probably wouldn't have been too long.
Suddenly, Ron Hairan felt that there was something in common between the Demon God's orb and the 'white stone', which constantly screamed Keek, Keak, and terrible sounds.
The White Stone, the greatest enemy of the patriarch of Hairan.
An ominous stone, a wedge pointing to the end, and the previous patriarch of Hairan have referred to the white stone with many names like that. No one knew the stone's true name, and no one had been able to cut it.
The significance of the stone's existence, which passed down only from patriarch to patriarch, was in 'cutting'. Only when you reach the level where you can cut it, can you stand tall in the history of Hairan.
And yet, there was no one in Hairan who had managed to cut the stone.
In the end, the stone drove Hairan into crisis, still whispering the language of destruction while keeping Dante imprisoned.
Demon God's orb was also like that.
The white stone and the Demon God's orb. If he doesn't cut them down, Hairan will disappear from the world as of today.
"Come, you shameless monsters."
Suaaagh-!
As Ron raised Rashid, it seemed as if a gray mountain suddenly rose in front of the sword emperor castle. Sword aura formed a barrier in the place of the collapsed and broken walls.
Black flashes were shooting from Hroti again. That black power went through the layers of gray barriers again without hesitation.
However, before Kelliark could confirm that the black flash was reaching Ron, he had to face a sharp blade flying through a crack in the gray barrier.
However, the sword energy quickly dissipated before it touched Kelliark's face. Just like dust disappears before it even touches the fire.
The power of the Demon God's orb was protecting Kelliark and the fleet. In an instant, more than a hundred sword aura fired one after another, disappeared in the same way.
Kelliark slowly reached out his hand to the afterimage left behind by the vanished sword aura. He could only feel the weak heat generated by the power of the Demon God's orb that offset the sword aura.
He didn't take action to defend in earnest, or to avoid it. Even though Kelliark only showed a slight will not to be hit, it completely blocked Ron's sword aura.
'... Chiron, have you always felt this way when you see those opposing you?'
Kelliark thought as he swung Hroti again.
The gray swords that Ron fired were being torn apart mercilessly every time he stretched out his Hroti.
The attacks of mages, dragons, and fleets, which had been constantly blocked by the formless sword, were much more effective than before. Ron had not dodged any of their attacks even once until the Demon God's orb was opened.
Before the attack approached him, he either cut them with a formless sword wind or blocked them while standing in place.
But now, Ron was pouring sweat as he walked back and forth between the castle wall and the gray aura he had formed.
Ron did not dwell on this fact.
He just silently held his sword, surveyed the battle, and counterattacked whenever he had the chance.
As each second passed, the scars were growing above the engraved pattern of the Sword of Overlord.
[Kia-ah!]
Like a tidal wave, the black fire of Beloit rushed into the castle. The gray barrier exploded and 30% of the wall on the left side was completely destroyed, and Ron blocked Beloit from entering the gap.
As Beloit charged, the space distorted, creating a shockwave and a roar. Ron's Rashid, which swung head-on, slammed down at Beloit's head, but did not cut it. It was as if swords clashed and were fighting for strength.
When the clash was over, Beloit was the first to retreat, but it was Ron who was bleeding. A handful of warm, hot blood flowed back up his throat.
"Kah...!"
He spat out blood, and before it could touch the ground, black fire and flashes covered Ron. Fire pierced his chest and flashes pierced his shoulders.
Because of this, the fleet and dragons bombarded him as soon as he calmed down for a while. It was the first time he had been subjected to such a one-sided attack after earning the name Sword Emperor.
Kiiii...…!
The Demon's God's orb continued to laugh at Ron. The mages of Zipfel, the dragons, and Beloit felt that way. They were already intoxicated with victory and madness.
But Kelliark thought differently.
'Is the Demon God's orb...… feeling uneasy? Did it judge Ron is still a threat?'
Kelliark couldn't immediately figure out why.
The battle was really overwhelmingly one-sided. Even though Ron still had some power left, Kelliark was still only using part of the Demon God's orb's power.
Even if he didn't understand it, he had no doubts. There were currently over thirty gods dwelling in the Demon God's orb, and the total sum of their wills produced an absolute conclusion.
Kelliark's gaze fell to the ground. He saw Jin and his group, who had just entered the castle to escape the aftermath of the battle, and Octavia and the Spectres pursuing them.
Ron was unable to use his full strength to prevent the impact from reaching there.
'Maybe it's because of the divine power of the shadow that dwells in Jin Runcandel.'
The Demon God's Orb was superior to what Andrei had, but it was not yet in perfect condition.
Shadow.
The Demon God's orb could never be completed unless the power of the Solderet was obtained. Even if the power of all the gods except him and the gods who have already died or disappeared were combined.
"Where are you looking, Kelliark!"
Ron's blade broke through the barrage and came right in front of Kelliark.
Unlike before, this sword energy couldn't be casually dispelled with a mere will. As he swung the Hroti to erase the sword energy, his wrist felt sore.
It was surprising that he could feel pain even though he had assimilated with the Demon God's orb.
He thought that perhaps the ancient race that vanished after resisting the gods had also provoked the wrath of the gods in a similar manner.
"Don't worry. For now, killing you is the priority."
Wow...!
Like a tumor, spheres of black fire began to form in the sky.
The five Annihilating Dark Sky Flame Orb transformed by Kelliark and strengthened by the Demon God's orb was aimed at Ron. In terms of simple power, it was superior to Riol's Legacy 2nd version.
Even when Ron saw that, he did not withdraw the power used for ground defense. Kelliark narrowed his eyebrows as if displeased.
"Did my words sound like lies?"
Following Kelliark's staff, a black flame orb first fell into the Sword Emperor Castle. Beloit continues to pressure Ron to prevent him from avoiding the Black Flame orb.
But Ron had no intention of avoiding it in the first place.
Shhhh...!
The gray Rashid made a low resonant sound, and the pattern of the Sword of Overlord engraved on Ron's body grew thicker. Ron's gray eyes were firm and steady as he looked up at Beloit and the black flame orb.
Sword Emperor, 1st decisive killing move.
Rashid gave off a gray glow.
Enormous energy engulfed the darkness spread all over the place and it's enough to cause even Beloit to reflexively retreat, who was strengthened with the Demon God's orb.
The gray light that gushed endlessly from the sword emperor took its place, revealing the majesty of the Overlord, and at that moment, the expression of the Demon God's orb floating like an ominous moon wavered.
'This sword is like….'
Kelliark couldn't help but think of a sword he had faced long ago.
The Sword of Overlord was originally a sword modeled after the sword of Runcandel, for the decisive battle against Runcandel.
That's why all the Swords of Overlord resemble Runcandel, but that doesn't mean that they are just clumsy imitations of unblessed bodies.
The Sword of Overlord was made to defeat Runcandel.
Meteor destroyer.
It resembles the Runcandel 3rd decisive killing move meteor shower.
The sword that Kelliark recalled was the third decisive killing move of Runcandel, which was directly used by Chiron, and the first decisive killing move of Sword of Overlord.
It was a sword forged to overcome the meteor shower of Runcandel.
The air was split in half along the direction of Rashid's trajectory. The gray sword aura rising from the gap took away the space that the black flames had engulfed, and took control again.
Kaaaaaaaaa!
The voice of the Demon God's Orb carried a thicker sense of anxiety and rage than before. It seemed to say, "Do you dare to think that humans are allowed to possess such power?"
Beloit pulled back and roared. It was impossible to block the gray aura of the gushing meteor destroyer.
As soon as Beloit evaded, Kelliark dropped the remaining four flame orb at once, but speed did not come out because of repulsive power.
It wasn't that much, but they were scattered before they even reached the wall. The five flame orb had already lost their power and their form could not be called an orb.
"You just said a moment ago that you didn't know you would use the power of the Demon God's orb against me....… The same goes for me.."
"It's not just a hidden power... by any chance, are you growing stronger as you face me?"
Kelliark narrowed his eyes in such conviction, and Ron, holding a handful of scattering black flames, clenched his fist, extinguishing them.
"No matter how this fight ends today... You and I will lose a lot. And the real winner won't be you or me. It will be the children."
章節 396: CHAPTER 555
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The recovered Octavia and the Spectre Corps fiercely pursued Jin and his group.
Valkas and the Sword Saints who were supposed to be in charge of the rear were already exhausted, but fortunately Ron's gray sword aura was scattered all over the path to the castle.
Strangely, his sword aura did not block allies at all, only oppressing the Spectre Corps. Just as a divine being gives help only to those who receive its protection.
Octavia's tremendous mobility was also obscured by the gray sword aura and losing its light. Thanks to this, the group moved toward the castle more easily than expected.
That doesn't mean they were moving fast. In the sky, the shock waves of the giants exploded non-stop, and the ground turned upside down and screamed every time they stepped on it.
As the battle between Ron and Kelliark intensified, the aftermath was being transmitted to the sword emperor castle. And for the most part, Octavia and the Spectres had to endure it.
It was a strange formation. The Spectre Corps seemed to be covering the retreating Jin and his group like an umbrella.
Octavia couldn't help but burst into anger. Since the ground battle began, she and the Spectre Corps had been taking more damage from Ron and Kelliark's battle.
'Sir Hedo said that he seemed to be a human being whom Heaven cherished... it seems like endless luck is favoring me.'
-If Heaven is favoring you, it's probably because your father has become Heaven itself.
Just like what Hedo said to Jin in the Sota Desert, Octavia felt the same way. Strangely enough, Jin seemed to be lucky.
Of all things, the giants' battlefield caused more damage to themselves with their backs to the sky, and as soon as the battle started, reinforcements called Misha came at the right time, and they couldn't put an end to it even after they were strengthened with Demon God's orb.
Again.
Octavia couldn't help but feel a sense of impending doom. A dirty intuition was sticking in her mind, suggesting that they might not be able to kill Jin and his group.
It felt like something was about to pop out from somewhere. Someone to help the cornered Jin's group.
'Shit…!'
Even if it wasn't enough, Valkas and the Sword Saints hadn't fallen yet was horrific.
The Black King leader and the Sword Saints were of course very strong, but they were by no means comparable to herself and the Spectres. Even if they were able to withstand the shock of the giants, they should have already been dealt with.
Especially the five Sword Saints.
At a glance, they already looked like corpses. Their faces were not just gray but almost black, and the swords they swung while retreating were not as sharp as before.
Still, they didn't die. The chest was pierced, so this will be the end, the running speed will be slowed down, the leg will be broken, and now they should fall...….
Octavia can't count how many times she has missed all those expectations.
With a battered body, they wielded their sword almost as if they were floundering, but why and how could they keep defending the rear, even against herself and the Spectre Corps!
There were moments when the consciousness of Sword Saints flickered like a flashing magic light.
Inner castle was getting closer.
After the Demon god's orb was opened, the sword emperor castle lost most of its castle shape.
However, the inner castle was still almost the same as the first time.
Between the collapsed buildings and the broken ground, the only intact inner castle was somehow exuding a sublime aura.
It gave the feeling that something precious, which must be protected even if the world falls apart, was right here.
However, even Ron could not block Octavia from hitting it directly. If Jin's group and the Spectres enter the castle, the inner castle will eventually collapse.
"You can't pass, Zipfels…."
The sword saints stopped retreating in front of the castle. Jin and his companions paused and looked back at them.
They could tell without even saying it.
We will buy time one last time, check on Dante, and if possible, if possible... take him with you.
The backs of the Sword Saints were saying that. Anyway, among them, there was no one who can live even if they receive treatment right now.
Sacrifice, truly terrible.
"Yes, the right choice... It's going to be really hard to have meaning now."
Octavia said in a low, hateful voice. She and the Spectre Corps were aiming their staffs at the Sword Saints.
As she said, the miracle of the Sword Saints, which had continued hundreds of times until now, was about to end here.
Jin turned around and took a step towards the Sword Saints. Pulling out the blue pale sword, Sigmund.
'My Lord… !'
'Lord Jin!'
Jin's companions feel the same way as him. They also did not want to move on to the next step by stepping on the sacrifice of their companions.
But they had to make a rational decision. This must have been something the sword saints also didn't want. Feeling the energy of Jin getting closer to them, they also wanted to shout, "please just leave."
That's why all of his companions had to stop Jin, but Jin wasn't just losing his mind and heading to the sword saints because of his emotions.
Won't you come forward even if I do this?
Runcandel, Jin was asking his own clan by his action.
'Whoever comes from the clan. If I fight with them, even executing my Plutonian reign sword here, you won't know that it's not just the Sword saints who will die.'
It was a kind threat, and as always.
Jin was able to achieve what he wanted.
The moment when Octavia and the Spectres' magic rained down on the Sword saints and Jin's companions tried to forcefully bring him back.
A group of knights who were hiding in the fire blocked the front of Jin and the sword saints. There were five Black Knights.
'Again, do you really mean again…!'
Octavia gritted her teeth and glared at the black knights.
-Do you think Runcandel will come out to save me, Octavia Zipfel?
-I'm sure. Now you have such a position in Runcandel.
Just as she had a conversation with Jin as soon as they met on the ground, in fact, Octavia had in mind from the beginning that Runcandel's support would come.
Even so, the reason she was shocked was because she was just sick and tired of it.
The fact that the situation was created in favor of Jin every time made her blood flow backwards.
Aww-!
The swords of the knights cut the magic of Octavia and the Spectres. They, too, must have endured the might of the giants along the way, but they showed no sign of fatigue.
On the contrary, one of the sword aura was stronger than any active black knight Jin had ever seen and blocked his front in an instant.
Jin's companions could breathe a sigh of relief, and Jin finally felt a bit of satisfaction at that moment.
He wasn't just pretending to fight alongside Sword saints, but it was a prelude to knowing that the black knights would never have stepped up if he hadn't really shown his willingness to participate in the battle again.
"The 12th flagbearer."
Stam's calm and heavy voice remained undisturbed even amid the chaotic battlefield.
Jin had never heard Stam's voice and had no idea about his status, but he knew it instinctively. The fact that he was the leader of the Runcandel Black Knights.
"To think you'd pull me out like this, you always have a knack for surprising clan members."
Stam's sword created a fierce resonant sound and pushed away other energy around it. As soon as he appeared, Octavia and the Spectres had no choice but to change their formation again from pursuit to a battle.
"Stam... Didn't Rosa Runcandel come in person?"
Stam didn't answer Octavia and looked back at Jin and the others. As if there was no problem at all even if there was Spectres in front of him.
For a few seconds, Stam's gaze moved back and forth between Jin and the others and the unbroken inner castle. In the end, it landed on the battered Sword Saints.
Before being a Black Knight, before being a human, he was a martial artist. He felt a deep respect for them.
"Thanks to the 12th flagbearer, I can pay my respects to you all. It's not my intention, but it's an honor to help you in your final moments."
Even if you were moved by them as a martial artist and wanted to help them as a human, the original mission and clan were the first priority for the black knights.
Therefore, it was not very appropriate to step forward now, but considering Jin's injury or death, he couldn't help it.
"... Sir Stam, definitely. The day will come when Hairan will repay the favor. Even if it takes a thousand years."
Stam and the Black Knights appeared, but the death of the Sword saints was already inevitable.
Jin was aware of this fact. The reason he forcibly brought in the clan was because it was necessary. Realistically, he knew better than anyone else that the sword saints alone would not be able to buy them enough time.
Stam nodded and met Jin's eyes.
"Go, 12th flagbearer."
He didn't make a request for Stam to create time for farewells with the Sword Saints.
Since the battle on the ground began, Jin and his companions had already said farewell to the Sword saints.
The fight itself was like a long farewell to them.
For once, Jin and his companions caught sight of the backs of the sword masters and turned to the castle again.
As they left, Octavia wasn't able to capture them.
"A little while ago, you asked if Madame Rosa hadn't come in person, Octavia Zipfel."
Stam pointed his sword and continued to talk.
"Be thankful that Madame Rosa chose to send me in her stead."
Stam's disdainful voice pierced Octavia's lungs.
* * *
Dante Hiran.
In an inner war with the white stone, he was walking on an endless gray path.
How much time had passed, why he was here in the first place, what he was resisting against... he couldn't remember those things now.
Am I doing well...?
He vividly recalled the fact that he had engaged in an intense struggle, a fight so fierce that it seemed impossible to express in words. But now, he felt calm.
He could no longer hear the voice that had seduced him, the voice that he didn't know why, but he didn't think he should ever follow.
I'm doing great. And, I got over it...
Suddenly, such a thought sprouted like a horn, and his steps became lighter. He didn't know what he had overcome, but somehow good things seemed to happen if he kept walking.
After going through that gray area for so long, Dante was able to hear a new voice.
Dante...!
Dante!
It was not a tempting voice that he thought he should never pass over, but a completely different, very friendly and familiar voice.
It was the voice of a friend.
'Jin!'
Dante smiled broadly and started running towards the direction of Jin's voice.
The voice kept getting closer before he got too far, and he saw a door standing out of nowhere in the gray ground.
He put his hand on the door.
'By the way, even if I open it and go out... Is it okay?'
Suddenly, an unknown feeling of uneasiness filled his heart that was beating with joy.
Dante!
He heard his friend's urgent voice once more, and Dante opened the door, stopping his troubled thoughts.
And as soon as he stepped out of the door, White Stone looked at the wide open door and thought:
Finally,
I can go out.
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