Episode 1153 Turning Point (9)
The divine power of light symbolizing the Ruas Theocracy is a power with extreme affinity against the undead.
All divine beings chosen by the Goddess of Light bear the mission of bringing the pitiful dead to rest with the divine artifact and purifying the corrupted earth.
Saint Ersetia.
The Spokesperson of the Goddess, who had become the master of the four great divine artifacts for the first time and succeeded in overcoming two divine fevers for the first time, descended upon the Scalum Fault Gorge in the Central Continent.Although limited, she was a transcendent being of the faith realm who could traverse continents without the concept of
I will judge the ancient king with the light of the goddess.
In the end, let there be only brightness.
The clergy prayed before the vast light that allowed no shadow in its surroundings.
“O Innocent Light…….”“Destroy evil with your brilliant radiance.”
The presence emanating from Ersetia reached beyond the canyon.Through the collapsed layers of clouds, a miraculous scene unfolded above the slowly darkening early evening sky, appearing as if time were turning back.
The daylight that had already passed a few hours ago returned to the central region of the central continent.
Not only thousands of soldiers and dozens of state-level forces, but even transcendent beings like Leonhardt and Adrian… Among the allied forces assembled here, there was no one who was unaffected by the stature Ersetia displayed.
Soaring faith.
Ersetia, who supported all battlefields by launching a Holy Spear bombardment from the sanctuary Abenka, recovered her divine power and stood upright on the front lines herself.
There is no grace period for judgment.
Ersetia tilted the Holy Spear [Grantere] strongly and secured the shaft with her back wings.Pwaaat!A helmet formed on the Holy Armor [Arminel].
Kugugugugugugugu… … !
The blonde hair protruding from the helmet fluttered violently in the continuous flow of divine power.A noble glow blazed from the tiny cracks.
“You have eyes filled with conviction. I show my respect. However, faith stemming from the error of being true to oneself cannot be noble.”
Akand aimed his dragon sword at him.
“It is all just a facade anyway.”“Keep your wicked advice to the undead.”
The tension escalated frighteningly.
Adrian nearly recovered from his recent injuries using the remaining amount of the highly concentrated Lissandro’s Fruit Potion he had consumed earlier and suppressed, while Leonhardt used the High Miracle of Healing he had cast in advance.Having confirmed that Arkhand was alone as the advance party, they sharpened their Qi and Divine Power.
“He is incomparable to the Second Commander. Is this the true power of the former king?”
When Akand was resurrected on the island in the Hiaremar Inland Sea, he responded defensively, so he could only gauge a part of that level…
Unless one possesses military strength comparable to that of the Lord, one can never stand against Him alone.
In addition to overall physical ability, he completely surpassed Adrian in experience.Since he was no match in the battle of wits, speed was meaningless.
If overwhelmed, you die.A direct hit from the Dragon Sword’s blade is a fatal wound regardless of defense.
Even if you have a numerical advantage, it will be difficult to take the flesh without giving up the bones.
This is the Sixth Apostle of Destiny.
He recalled the second apostle of destiny—the first king of the human world—whom his liege had shown him through
Unless one reaches the end of the void that one has sought to walk on one’s own, one will not be able to defeat them alone.
So, for now, survive.
Under the due dignity of a sentient being, one pursues victory by any means necessary. Putting pride aside, one casts aside arrogance. It is alright to call it cowardly. For ifone wins in this way, and wins again to survive, one will eventually soar. If the weak wish to speak of strength, this is the proper course of action.Hesitation finally fell from Adrian’s sword.
“The wind…….”
It was the moment Leonhardt felt that the air current had become distorted.
Pow!
Ersetia advanced. She was agile, but different from Adrian’s swiftness.She was already like light.
The dazzling radiance carried on the blade scattered as soon as it reached a single point.Its form is indistinguishable.Only the trajectory of light remains, unilaterally declaring that Ersetia has brought forth a miracle.
Compared to when she defeated the Prisoner of the Massacre, she had grown even further, both experientially and in terms of skill. There was only one reason for this.
Because the goddess desires it.
The overflowing divine power is a reward for faith and proof of pure favor.
Kwagwagwagwagwagwang!
Explosions of light that were impossible to look directly at followed in succession along the path of the canyon.A sacredness, in which no undead or evil spirit could survive, seized control of the space.
Akand dodged the barrage of Holy Spears with minimal movement. A trace of light grazed his armor. Soon, he raised his Dragon Sword diagonally.
Far from dodging, Ersetia instead swung the Holy Spear with great force.
Boom!
Their weapons bounced off each other.
However, despite the properties of [Magrath], [Grenter] was not damaged in the slightest. Instead, the divine power covering the Holy Lance crumbled away like fragments.
A sword that overcomes all things, where one of the two is bound to be damaged upon collision.
Ersetia did not commit the folly of overconfidence that the Goddess’s weapon would never break. Shedid not ignore the information.Therefore, she thought it over.As a result, she devised a countermeasure that would allow the Holy Spear’s abilities to manifest in their entirety without coming into direct contact with the Dragon Sword by overlaying divine power like armor.
It’s dangerous, as expected.
The divine shield was completely stripped away. I hate to admit it, but the Dragon Sword, said to have been crafted by dwarves of a distant age using many dragon bones, was strong enough to threaten the Four Divine Artifacts.
bang!
He held the spear in reverse and drove it into the ground.
Particles of light scattered in the air merged to form chains that bound the Dragon Sword.The miracle of the seal using the Holy Spear.
Without hesitation, she, now barehanded, instantly stepped forward with her front paw and unleashed a punch.
“How ironic.”“…….”“It is actually you who rely on the Dragon Sword.”
Akand spoke while gripping the gauntlet of the Holy Armor with his gaze lowered. A miracle occurred the moment Ersetia forcibly pulled her arm free.
Countless rays of light were generated from the gap that had been narrowed to its limit and struck Arkand. An overwhelming radiance.However, as it lacked depth and weight, another miracle was indispensable.
As the ground gave way around the foot he was standing on, three punches caught him off guard.The air vibrated with dense divine power.
Boom!
With the first strike, a divine wave spread, and Akand’s head was thrown back.Along with that, he took a step backward.Nevertheless, his balance was not broken, so he immediately regained control of his upper body and executed the martial arts of the Xerion Empire that he had founded.
Type 2 Combat – KriakXriak
Power and power clashed one after another.
The aura of death and divine power did not allow each other’s territory, but due to the difference in pure physical strength, the thin elbow gradually bent.
As
Heh.
She knelt on one knee due to the tremendous impact applied from above.
“Release the divine power, Saint.”“…….”
Power that clearly surpasses the prisoner of the massacre.
He is on a completely different level from the beings I have considered enemies and fought against until now. I understood why the gods feared him 800 years ago, even after sealing him away.Silencing him forever must indeed be the duty of the gods.
We cannot win in our current state.Therefore, there is no reason to hesitate.
Please grant permission.
It must be the Ruas Theocracy that puts the finishing touch on the war with the old king.
The great, divine being of light.
As the Holy Spear and Holy Armor awakened──── six wings were formed of light behind Ersetia’s back, and divine power surged.
While Adrian and Leonhardt were distracting them, the
Ersetia grasped the Holy Lance again.
Window of Dawn
A being imprinted with the trace of light cannot refuse a miracle. The divine spear, imbued with the miracle of certainty and utter desperation, engulfed Arkand in an instant.
The Scalum Fault Gorge was filled with glory.
Kwagwagwagwagwagwagwa!
As Akand was pushed back, he examined the spot where the
“indeed.”
Akand swung the Dragon Sword [Magras], which he had retrieved in an instant, with great force. The rocks and piles of earth being ground down by his unyielding legs flew up like an explosion. Hecharged in reverse toward Ersetia, who was immediately pursuing him.
Kagagagagagagagang!
The Dragon Sword and the Holy Spear crossed at invisible speed. Only afterimages remained. The repercussions of the strikes that narrowly missed each other shattered the canyon cliffs.
The tactic of facing the Dragon Sword head-on by endlessly infusing it with divine power would be a miracle that could only be achieved by a divine being possessing two divine artifacts.
However, in the end, that is all.
Since merely clashing weapons only slightly alleviates the disadvantage.
Crack.
A matte sword energy vertically severed Ersetia’s right wing. The Holy Spear pierced Akand’s armor, but only managed to dig slightly into his abdomen.A front kick exploded.Ersetia, sent flying, spun in mid-air to brake and recover her wing and injuries.
And, a clash again.
It appeared to be a close match, but as the competition continued, the gap in aspects other than the realm of existence gradually began to become more pronounced.
The Saint and the King.
Neither of them had ever properly fought an enemy of equal or higher rank. Their practical combat experience was woefully inadequate. The Beast King compensated for this with his physical instincts, but the Saintess could not do so because she was not a beastkin.
So, I replenished the power with numbers.
Gwangik
The Saintess temporarily obscured Arkhand’s vision with her wings of light. As the surroundings turned white, Leonhardt and Adrian seized the blind spot.From the far reaches of the sky, an unbearably fierce blue radiance stared directly at Arkhand.
now.
BANG!
As one art and two miracles poured down simultaneously, the nearby ground soared, and a single spell was cast toward the battlefield, which was changing in real time.
Brain Meridian: Electric Nail
A vivid bolt of lightning struck in an instant and exploded in the center of the canyon.
The dust settled.
Bantoleon, who had been waiting in the stratosphere, came down and clicked his tongue with a smile. The three Transcendents were not the only forces to face Akand.The Transcendent who had closed the Four Gates of the Maren Kingdom had joined the extermination of the Old King.
“I used quite a bit of magic. It is an unreasonable body and sword, no matter when I see it.”“Vantoreon Roden Taranis.”
Residual lightning flashed through his armor and sword, but Arkhand showed no signs of being struck. No weakness could be seen anywhere.
Akand asked.
“Are the four Transcendents all there is?”“I wanted to bring the Lord of the Lefragium Magic Tower, said to be the strongest in the modern magic world, but since the Red Dragon appeared in the Demon Realm, what can I do?”“Of course, I have taken that into account.”
Adrian narrowed his eyebrows.
“You take it into account?”“Although it has been unavoidably tainted by external intervention. As long as I do not lose the destiny I chose and was chosen for, this war remains great and noble.”
Akand muttered incomprehensible things and soon let down his dragon sword.The ground was gouged by the mere touch of the blade.
“Advice is valid. Put those behind in the lead.”
A resolute voice was heard throughout the canyon.
“Without the sacrifice of others, you alone cannot handle me.”
For a moment, the profound essence of martial arts flashed through the Dragon Sword. It was a fragment of the Fifteen Techniques, and within it lay a principle that Adrian had not yet realized.
Akand prepared a transcendental skill.
* * *
The War of Destiny has not yet resumed, but running wild on the continent for a while is no problem.Especially while the Sixth Apostle is waging war.
The Red Dragon Sarkandra left the Demon Realm for personal pleasure, as he disliked the Sixth Apostle who adamantly refused the intervention of other Apostles.
[You’ve created an interesting test subject while I wasn’t looking. A human with multiple dragon biological tissues transplanted. A pure human, not a demon.]
“…….”
[It was an impressive ‘tool’.]
Sarkandra sneered and leisurely walked to the side.
[Right, to turn the situation around, that level of ‘poisonous intent’ is only natural. If you hadn’t been defeated, I would have been on the side of resistance.]
It is a meaningless assumption.
[Kuh-huh-hahahaha, isn’t the distinction between fate and resistance meaningless?]
The red eyes stared directly at the opponent.
[You guys crossed the line too, didn’t you?]
There is no future in fate.
[What difference does it make to discuss fate and resistance now? It is a fact we both know. Besides, I haven’t been able to enjoy myself in Arcadium for very long.]
Sarkandra exuded a presence of murderous intent and violence filled with pure pleasure.
[If you will not step aside, join my amusement for a while, you fanatic of Oldarc.]
Deus Widen and Sarkandra clashed in the Free State of Formene on the Central Continent.
* * *
Although chosen as a retainer of the Sixth Apostle, even if it is against my will, that is no reason to refuse the mission bestowed upon me.On the contrary, I must fulfill it with all my might.For it is my destiny.
Famine: The Path of Greed
The First Commander—Zermael—bewitched attention with his presence and afterimages.As he continued to manifest the power of famine and concentrated all his strength into the Sword of Famine, the air and land he passed through were plunged into starvation and parched.
Using the 10th Commander as both a shield and a full force, they pushed back Verden. They completely intimidated everyone around them. They bit relentlessly, leaving no blind spots.
Swaaaak! Swaaaak, crunch!
Verden, who had fought Nekbael for several days and was afflicted with the curse of famine strengthened by sacrificing tens of thousands of people, had his resistance greatly weakened, so the more the blade touched him, the more wounds he sustained.
As ordered by the Sixth Apostle, Germael drove Verden into a corner. The wounds sustained while saving weak humans had deepened.
But───
BANG!
The moment the loud noise erupted, Germael rolled on the drought-stricken ground. Immediately regaining his balance, he turned his head forward.
Verden was already in front.
He twisted his body and swung his sword, but could not get out of the spot.
Small, undefendable projectiles pierced Germael’s torso. Not just one, but many. A throbbing pain arose, as if multiple holes had been pierced through his soul.
[───!]
Germael lowered his upper body to withstand the impact and immediately charged at Verden. He momentarily gave up, grabbed Verden’s shoulder, and repeatedly thrust the Sword of Famine toward the nearest vital spot.
Pow! Pow! Crunch! Crunch!
I could clearly feel the sensation of something piercing my solar plexus and tearing through my internal organs, but only blood flowed, and no screams or groans were heard.
The 10th Commander’s corps swarmed in from all directions and reached out their hands toward him, but… … they could not reach him.
[Ah… …][Ugh… …]
The undead began to perish. From the individuals closest to Verden to the last one far away, the annihilation of the entire hive was underway, a matter of time.
Crack───Even Germael’s armor and body could not withstand it, and dark red gold rose up. As he stepped back from Verden, he looked directly at the world.
The sky, stained with the apocalypse, was both dark and bright.It was an unforgettable color.I had never seen a red more cruel than that, nor a black more beautiful than that. Beneath it, the traces of all things gradually faded away.
Mado has escaped control.
Centered around Verden, the territory of the city of Martes entered a phase of destruction.
This is truly… the totality of concepts that destroyed destiny.
The 10th Commander was just annihilated.Just from being exposed to magic power and the level.
Germael was gripped by fundamental fear, but that did not stop him from acting.
Not yet.
Verden still hasn’t crossed the line!
Letting out a scream to suppress his emotions, he manifested the power of famine through Verden’s head. At that moment, [Interis] drew a horizontal line.The severed left arm flew through the air, but before it could even land, it turned into black ash and scattered.
Crunch!
The Spear of Destruction, clearer than ever, pierced Jermael and lifted him high.
[Kr… … Hah… … !]
It suits you.
Verden shrugged slightly. It was a laugh stained with the uncontrollable pleasure derived from the magic. Cruelty was maximized.
Just a little more.
Judging that Verden’s mind had been pushed to its limit by the unreasonable application of the concept, Germael grabbed [Interis] to provoke him further.
It was then.
Verden asked, wiping the trace of a smile from his face. The cruel smile vanished in an instant. His heightened emotions subsided, replaced by cold reason.
“What is the relationship with the second apostle?”
