Chapter 179: Sacred Sword, Burst!
The brilliant golden light ray descended like the first sun of dawn, suppressing the blood light, which instantly collapsed and disintegrated. Pure golden holy radiance shone, and countless blood substances seemed to be ignited, burning fiercely into ash without any ripple.
The silver-blue long-haired young girl Sharle stood in the gale, her long cloak swaying. The young girl’s pair of star-blue pupils were also filled with golden flames, her slightly upturned face was tinged with brilliant gold, and even her slender body wrapped in simple gray-black clothes exuded a noble aura from within.
Beside Ig, who couldn’t help but side-eye, Verafia’s gaze also fell on her. However, the brilliant colors within her scorching gold eyes seemed to freeze like ice at this moment.
“She is…”
Dofiraia, who had barely stood up while leaning on her staff, was utterly shocked at this moment. She looked at Elishia on the side, her small mouth opened, but she couldn’t help but speak, “Senior Elishia, could she be Princess Charlis, the sister of Princess Misella?”
Elishia nodded slightly, “Sharle also enrolled in Aris. Your teacher, Archmage Vicena, also taught her courses.”
“No wonder, but, I and…”
Dofiraia uttered. She seemed to have understood many things.
The daughter of the Sacred Sword King, the fourth princess of the kingdom, personally arrived in Rubiel, while her own father… Dofiraia clenched her slender fingers tightly, her lowered face showing a lonely expression as her teeth bit her thin lips.
The light formed by the Sacred Sword alone had almost torn the Blood Realm, which Duke Oran had descended into after his revival, into shreds, and even directly shone upon his true form.
The silver-haired princess held the revealed transparent sword blade with her pure white jade-like hands. In an instant, white light and brilliant gold filled the air. Her silver hair reflected pure holy light, and her entire being was like an angel descending from heaven, a symbol of holy light and purity.
“…”
The blood light on the sword held by Duke Oran burned continuously, but it was annihilated by the light. The radiance emitted by the Sacred Sword made his expression appear bewildered.
“Oran Sostraya. I truly do not know of your contributions to the kingdom and humanity, but… the crimes you have committed as the Blood Duke, regardless of whether you had any difficulties, have all been judged by the Sacred Sword.”
Sharle’s voice was the same as usual, but imbued within the light of the Sacred Sword, it seemed like a condescending and indifferent judgment. The young girl’s voice was righteous and extremely resolute.
“Your Grace, since the past is gone, I will not sit idly by and let your remnants fall into the hands of fiends.”
As Sharle spoke, she struck a pose, and the power in her glowing sword continuously surged.
The Blood Sword Knight, who was burned under the pure golden light, seemed to be lost in thought for a long time before slowly turning his head to look at Sharle, who was holding the sword filled with holy divine power. His consciousness was in chaos.
“Hiss, Sacred Sword… Lancaster, you… are not worthy to wield… the Peka Crown, I and, the alien god…”
A hoarse and unclear voice came from Oran’s mouth. Suddenly, he raised a blood sword, and half a bloody moon wheel, carrying the scorching bloody flames, instantly tore apart the extremely dazzling holy divine power.
Above the dark sky, the cold and bloody sword light instantly approached the holy sword of light, and the giant sword shadow struck straight down.
“Holy Light, Sword Condense!”
Sharle pressed her hands on the transparent image of the Sacred Sword, unleashing dazzling radiance.
The world shrouded in blood color and pitch black was illuminated by infinite light.
Just like the Sacred Sword King destroying the evil Blood Duke, in an instant, the brilliant white sword blade in the sky, like the sun’s glorious and radiant sun, with golden holy divine power flowing, formed a giant sword edge that, with an unstoppable might of light, blasted away the blood-colored sword shadow.
The sacred and scorching light sword edge fiercely cleaved towards the blood barrier that rapidly condensed around the swordsman!
“Boom!”
The scorching light emitted by the Sacred Sword burned endless blood and enveloped this already dim world.
The intense and terrifying light, despite the holy light barrier that Sharle, holding the Sacred Sword, should have generated in front of her, still made Ig’s eyes almost unable to open.
If it weren’t for the Miss Phoenix beside him, who looked terrifyingly strong in terms of bloodline, Ig would have suspected that he would be burned to ashes by the aftermath of the Sacred Sword’s light.
But even so, Ig knew that in just a few moments of exchange, Sharle, who held the phantom of the Sacred Sword, had unleashed tens of thousands of attacks, grinding away at the blood power that responded to Oran’s body, almost reaching his true form!
Suddenly, Ig saw a slender silver-haired figure of a young girl flash before his eyes.
“I knew you would be here… Besides the thief with the Bloodwind Blade, only you still possess his blood. However, I promised Aixi that I wouldn’t make a move on you, so, Vampire, stop for now before the light of the Sacred Sword falls.”
“Star Lock, Constrict!”
Sharle also turned her head, her face, which appeared indifferent under the irradiation of light, directly faced Eliel, who was trying to step forward. The star-blue light that erupted from her body instantly suppressed the Blood Race Girl within the cage constructed by the star chains.
Eliel bit her lip, not letting out any sound of pain, and defiantly raised her scarlet eyes.
Sharle shifted her gaze with a confident smile. As long as the light of the Sacred Sword shattered Duke Oran’s final barrier, there would be no other power, and relying solely on his lingering will…
Suddenly, the faint smile on Sharle’s face froze, and in the next moment, an expression of disbelief appeared.
Duke Oran, who was suppressed under the phantom of the Sacred Sword, suddenly reached out and touched the phantom of the Sacred Sword. Subtle, yet exceptionally clear sounds spread like spiderwebs across the giant golden sword blade!
The shining Sacred Sword seemed to be on the verge of shattering!
“Unexpectedly… but, this is how it should be. The person hiding in the dark is mostly for this reason…”
A trace of shock flickered in Verafia’s golden eyes, but it quickly disappeared. She slightly lowered her face, her delicate fingers, like jade ware, lightly touched the red crystal bracelet worn on her right wrist.
The young girl seemed to be hesitating about something, her fingertips stroking a red crystal that had cracked into thin gaps. As if in sync with her state of mind, the scarlet crystal faintly shimmered.
Almost at the same time, Elishia also sensed this, a look of anxiety appearing on her face. She rushed towards Sharle, and Sharle, holding the trembling and surging hilt of the Sacred Sword, suddenly turned pale, and her expression became fearful in disbelief.
“This is impossible. Even if he was a demigod in his lifetime… Sacred Sword, Father King clearly told me that it was more than enough to destroy him, how is this possible…”
The blood color around the broken swordsman became even more intense.
The golden divine power of the sword edge held by Oran’s left hand shattered into countless golden divine powers. In his pupils, scarlet flames ignited, and a blood-red battle sword was abruptly drawn!
The suddenly erupting blood light pierced through the obstruction of infinite light and fell upon Verafia, whose porcelain-white face was lowered. The young girl’s hair fluttered slightly as she raised her golden eyes.
“As expected, immortal, even if only a wisp of lingering will remains… Lancaster, you miscalculated.”
