Chapter 200: Left Defend, Proper Sword

He was too reckless.

He ought to have ready extra.

And he ought to have heeded Jaganata’s phrases to not be swayed.

Korax, mulling over his belated remorse, tried to chill his boiling head, however his anger had already turn out to be uncontrollable.

“Ugh!”

Respiration closely, Korax swung his hammer. Only a few seconds in the past, there have been a couple of efficient hits, however now, nothing even grazed his opponent.

He was ten occasions the scale and twice the peak of his opponent. Was that the issue? No, Korax was certain it wasn’t. The velocity of his polearm swings was actually quicker, and the vary was 4 occasions longer than that of Sirius.

Irrespective of how clouded his thoughts was with anger, out of hundreds, tens of hundreds of swings, at the least one ought to have been a strong hit. That was the logic of the world and the causality that ought to naturally observe.

Nonetheless, Korax neglected one thing essential.

Lucia Prient, the woman wielding the sword, was a reincarnator far faraway from the world’s order. The manipulated destiny, twisted by the orchestrator, positioned a monster in entrance of Korax—a monster that had torn aside a deity with a human physique.

Until the satan himself descended, there was no approach Korax might prevail.

Ultimately, Korax needed to block Lucia’s sword strikes along with his armor as a substitute of his weapon. Not like the earlier exchanges, Lucia’s strikes started to hold composure and thought. She deflected wild assaults with flowing actions and persistently focused the one uncovered half, his face.

‘It’s solely a matter of time.’

Shhhhh!

There was no must rush. As an alternative of severing his neck totally, Lucia pricked and scraped his pores and skin.

Naturally, Korax might now not see forward. That wasn’t all. The face, which had endured hundreds of cuts, was now unrecognizable.

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Plenty of blood was shed. The entrance of the golden armor was stained with thick black blood, and the complete flooring of the coliseum was full of darkish magic.

If he have been an odd human, he would have died from dropping a lot blood, however Korax was no odd human; he was an apostle. Regardless of his eyes now not functioning and his throat full of sticky blood, Korax confirmed no signal of stopping his relentless hammering.

“Ugh.”

Korax himself didn’t perceive why this was attainable. No, he knew however didn’t need to admit it.

‘…Erosion of Motive.’

Korax’s purpose was fading. His physique, swinging the hammer, had lengthy since slipped from his management. It was not one thing granted by the satan for use solely for the grasp’s objective however somewhat a transcendental interference, twisting Korax’s destiny to save lots of him from sure demise.

-Relaxation now.

…A voice resonating in his head. It was the revelation of the god Korax had sworn to observe.

However Korax couldn’t comply.

The grasp’s purpose was not simply to rescue Verian however first, to kill the hero and second, to retrieve Korax.

‘I’m Korax the dwarf. A good friend of the hot-blooded elf, Verian…’

Korax tried to carry onto his sanity by reminding himself of who he was. It was an act that might have terrified different apostles, however Korax turned an apostle solely for his good friend Verian.

To Korax, Verian was a better salvation than the satan. He was keen to betray even the god and make everybody on the planet his enemy for Verian’s sake.

‘Realizing methods to really feel and lengthen kindness…’

Korax barely moved his legs. Although his arm continued to swing the hammer at Lucia, he was strolling towards Verian within the stands.

Stagger-

Nonetheless,

His thoughts turned muddled.

It wasn’t dizziness making his head spin. Because the murky aura dyed his as soon as clear consciousness black, his thoughts darkened.

Thud-

‘…’

Creak!

The sound from the joints of the armor. The primary to note the anomaly was Seira. A stream of blood flowed from Seira’s nostril.

“…Huh?”

Seira swiftly wiped her nostril, however the blood saved flowing. Subsequent to her, Shiron poured holy energy into Seira, however even then, the nosebleed wouldn’t cease.

“What’s occurring, why are you want this?”

“Don’t cease.”

Seira briefly responded, then started to examine varied components of the colosseum.

The sky and the bottom.

The passage to the sky, sealed way back, was intact. The colosseum, now a barrier to stop harm to the environment…

“It’s not advantageous.”

Seira narrowed her eyes, specializing in the battlefield the place thick demonic vitality swirled. The ochre soil was obscured, fully lined by the scattered blood of the apostle.

However it was solely blood. Seira’s barrier, sturdy sufficient to face up to impacts that might shake the heavens and earth, was nonetheless holding, although it was beneath pressure. Nonetheless, Seira’s barrier was being eroded.

“My mana is being eroded.”

Her superior magical perception shortly recognized the trigger.

It was the ability of the Demon God’s authority… the ability of destruction. The black blood saturating the bottom was spreading the vitality of destruction, affecting not simply the barrier but in addition Seira, who was related to it.

Mana erosion.

Shiron knew who was able to this. The Demon God and his first apostle, Jaganata, who had been granted his energy.

Understanding the scenario, Shiron withdrew his hand and made a decisive gesture.

“Shift the barrier’s vary to the outermost edge. If erosion continues, take away it totally.”

Shiron swung his proper hand towards Korax. Lucia and Korax grew nearer. Lucia couldn’t perceive the scenario, however to keep away from demise, she reawakened Sirius.

Crunch! Crack!

The blessing of the god that destroys corruption swept via. With the unholy vitality repelled, Lucia felt her physique lighter than ever as she swung her sword.

1000’s of sword strikes surged. Not like a couple of seconds in the past, when she merely deflected the enemy’s assaults, Lucia’s slashes now tore Korax’s armor to shreds.

Raging sword strikes.

The turmoil of soiled blood.

Had it been like earlier than, the blood imbued with the ability of destruction would have dulled and weighed down Lucia, however she had immense divine energy backing her up. Though she was lined in blood, she solely felt a refreshing sensation.

‘…I’m grateful, however.’

She felt uncomfortable.

Nonetheless, Lucia’s emotions have been totally unimportant.

“The flip has come again.”

She wanted to give attention to the enemy in entrance of her. Shiron pulled his proper hand again and prolonged his left hand towards Korax. The cross had the unconscious Verian sure to it.

“Are you able to kill your treasured good friend with your individual arms?”

Shiron boldly spoke to the incoming hammer. Lucia was flabbergasted.

‘What nonsense is he spouting?’

Did he not know the opponent was unconscious? That thought crossed her thoughts, however quickly, Lucia heard a chilling sound. Screech! Shiron clicked his tongue and took a step again.

“Hey, received’t you cease? That is your good friend!”

Hesitation entered the assault, however the hammer didn’t cease. Shiron shortly withdrew his left hand and spat out a curse.

He prolonged his proper hand towards Korax. He stepped ahead, forcing Lucia to pressurize Korax.

“Once more.”

Shiron pulled Lucia again and pushed Verian ahead. The crimson hammer rushed towards the unconscious Verian.

Nonetheless,

It was noticeably slower than earlier than. Lucia felt the refined distinction, and Shiron, along with his sharpened senses, might additionally infer it.

Shiron’s mouth twisted right into a sly smile. He chuckled as he repeatedly managed the circulate of the battle.

“It’s about time to wrap issues up.”

“…”

“I mentioned it’s time to wrap issues up.”

“So what, what would you like me to do about it?”

Lucia replied whereas dangling in mid-air.

Though it was an unavoidable technique to save lots of her life and overcome the scenario, her predicament was comical, too comical. Whereas feeling a mixture of gratitude and annoyance, she heard a stunning command in her ear.

“It’s Nakseom.”

“…!”

A boring thud resonated from Shiron’s outstretched proper hand.

Nakseom, the descending flash of sunshine aimed on the enemy.

Lucia couldn’t presumably not know its title. It was none apart from the last word sword talent of Kyrie, which Lucia herself had devised, the place the sword vitality turns into pure gentle and cleaves the opponent in half.

From high to backside, Shiron swung his proper hand.

“Nakseom.”

He quietly recited the talent’s title. He threw the big cross backward and drew the holy sword from his bosom, gripping it along with his left hand.

“…”

Feeling an insufferable sense of disgrace, Lucia gritted her tooth and heated her decrease stomach. The sword vitality extending from Sirius changed into a shiny gentle, tearing via the air to kill the enemy earlier than her.

Crack! A crack appeared within the large armor. It was a fleeting second, however Shiron didn’t miss it.

Shiron leaped from behind Lucia.

Proper now.

Having thrown Lucia apart, Shiron gripped the holy sword with each arms. He exploded ahead, blasting the bottom beneath him. Transferring at a velocity practically equal to Lucia’s strike, Shiron was decided to kill the enemy.

Whoosh!

He squeezed out all the ability he had been holding again till now, releasing it at this second.

“Nice Slash.”

…Shhhhh!

The sunshine of the holy sword exploded, reducing via the crack within the armor. It was a meticulously exact strike. Though the world was bathed in dazzling gentle, solely Shiron might see the reality clearly.

Thus, in opposition to the intense backdrop, a heavy thud shook the bottom.

“…Verian.”

A wistful voice. The sad murmur emanated from the purpose closest to the bottom. Shiron’s gaze alternated between Korax, who started to crumble into mud, and Verian, who was additionally turning to mud whereas sure to the cross.

“Disappear…”

Shiron muttered.

Blocking his ears, Shiron drove the holy sword into Korax’s head.

Lucia lined her face with each arms, feeling as if she would die of embarrassment.