Chapter 430: Chapter 224: The Fall of Jealousy (Part 2)
Verodia let out a desolate scream, her body under the black robe disintegrating under the sword light. Thick black smoke and viscous abyss emerged, but they were annihilated by the Sword of Silence wielded by the girl.
“It hurts, the pain!”
A voice filled with pain, sharp and harsh, Verodia’s damaged body once again gushed forth with patches of pitch-dark abyss, rapidly repairing its vitality under the creative divine power.
However, the surging ultimate sword light from the Golden Feather Divine Sword erased any hint of flesh and blood from appearing, bringing even greater pain!
Verodia found it difficult to dodge, and even the spell she had just condensed was ground to dust under the sword light. The power of sin and the abyss was instantly erased, rendering her unable to cast it. Her voice turned venomous:
“I clearly said I wouldn’t kill you, and I could even cooperate with you! Verafia, why are you—”
The sword edge in her slender jade hand was raised and slashed again. Within the ultimate silence sword light, “Death” surged, desperately suppressing the opposing divine power that sprouted within the completely witch-like flesh and blood.
Verafia drew her sword and slashed, her golden silk hair reflecting an even more stunning sword light. She sneered and interrupted, “You’re saying this now, don’t you think it’s too late?”
“Witch of Jealousy, your words are not even as good as Dean’s back then—moreover, how can I associate with your foul and evil abyss filth!”
The painful screams of the Witch of “Jealousy” even spread amidst the overflowing demonic power, each strand capable of corroding a mountain river.
Seeing that Verafia had no intention of stopping, she had no choice but to gather the power of the divine spark within her, her instantly expanding, formless body tearing through the witch’s human form, her vitality multiplying tenfold.
“But your identity is Lothel! Lancaster, and Fatter, these despicable world-thieves, clearly, we have a common enemy! Even in the abyss—”
Verafia looked at the witch Verodia, who had transformed into a deformed slime to reduce her damage and preserve more of her vitality. Her eyes narrowed with killing intent, and she suddenly raised her wrist, her sword edge igniting with a fierce flame.
On the other side of the death and annihilation, scorching golden sun flames painted a brilliant spectacle. The stunning sword light was like a rising sun at dawn, judging all darkness and evil, sin and wickedness before her!
— The Sword of Ultimate End, the Sword of Judgment and Annihilation!
The long river of time instantly solidified into eternal silence. The blinding sword light poured down, and amidst the howls and screams, every strand of darkness and sin was annihilated. Even Verodia, like rotting mud, evaporated inch by inch, turning into nothingness!
But Verafia’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.
In the vortex of surging endless darkness and sin, a more malevolent aura emerged again. The dirty and murky material, like mud, continuously squirmed and resurrected!
“It hurts… it hurts so much! But, Verafia, I am the incarnation of Jealousy! As long as the original sin is not extinguished, you cannot kill me!”
Verodia’s voice was filled with venom. Due to extreme pain, it became incredibly distorted and hysterical: “As long as I live and get out, with your identity—let alone the abyss, the entire Peka will no longer have a place for you!”
A deeply sharp color flashed in her brilliant gold eyes. Verafia held her sword with one hand, and the blazing sun flames suddenly roared. All the flowing light of the stars converged onto the slender sword edge, and it was unleashed with a轰然!
Starflow Sword Qi Slash! This was a sword from Lothel’s swordsmanship that purely damaged flesh and bodies!
“Useless!”
Verodia’s voice was almost frenzied: “I am the incarnation of original sin, the divine spark of creation is held by me! And you, you are not even the hero of the past anymore! What will you use to kill me!”
“Anderdun!”
The girl’s slightly pursed young lips finally activated at this moment. Her clear, melodious voice made the entire space and time almost freeze.
A terrifying, dark shadow spread its bone wings behind the girl’s extremely beautiful figure.
Compared to the decay of the abyss, the deathly dark demonic power burned intensely on Anderdun’s bones and body. On the arm that held the divine spark of death, purple-black demonic power condensed into a terrifying demonic scythe blade. The authority of death surged and instantly annihilated the squirming vitality in the sinful mud, turning it into dust!
Anderdun, the former Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Race, the Wing of Death! His existence was the incarnation of all death. Even in the Demon Realm, the fearsome reputation of the Black-winged Monarch was well-known, second only to the King of the Demon Realm!
“Hero—you actually colluded with demons!”
Verodia’s expression was filled with panic and disbelief. In the next moment, her frightened voice was destroyed by the sword light of the stars.
Verodia’s flesh and blood were completely destroyed. Suddenly, a wisp of black smoke, entwined with the divine spark of creation, used divine power to maintain its vitality from being completely destroyed, wanting to escape.
“Miss Verafia, this ‘Jealousy’ witch, even when I was at my peak, it was not easy to completely defeat her. You have actually forced her to this extent…”
Anderdun’s low and hoarse voice contained praise.
Previously, Anderdun had been sealed by the girl in a flame crystal. Even when Verafia was in the dangerous life domain of sin, he was not released. However, Anderdun could clearly sense the unusual nature of the other party.
As he spoke, the deathly demonic scythe imbued with extremely dense death energy swept across the sky, annihilating any trace of vitality. Suddenly, a death bone spear imbued with the “Death” authority, displaying its silent, deathly aura, was held by Anderdun and thrown heavily!
The meteor of death tore through the demonic power that Verodia had barely condensed, piercing her!
Verodia let out a scream. The endless power of death ground away her vitality, and even the divine spark of creation within her wrapper dimmed, making it difficult to maintain. She had no choice but to abandon her physical body, and a wisp of tainted divine soul surged away.
But Verafia’s figure arrived. She responded to Anderdun’s words with an underlying intention with a cold hum. Under her gorgeous skirt, her jade lotus feet landed in the void. The immortal flame ignited all sin and iniquity, and then the golden feather divine sword held in her slender hand erupted with brilliant sword light, which transformed into the ultimate end, slashing downwards!
Painful and venomous screams instantly filled the entire space. Flesh and blood were completely severed, the divine soul was completely annihilated, and “Jealousy,” which constituted Verodia’s original core, also disintegrated under the sword light.
“I am the incarnation of Jealousy! The eternal and unkillable original sin!”
A hysterical, mad voice sounded again. A wisp of original sin black smoke appeared again, filled with venom, and suddenly rushed madly towards Verafia in front of her:
“Verafia! As long as there is even the slightest bit of jealousy, you cannot kill me!”
Verafia’s expression was cold and indifferent. She did not block Verodia in any way, allowing the black smoke to enter her young and tender body.
The air instantly became silent, as if searching for a long time. Verodia’s voice, filled with disbelief, panic, and even despair, came:
“No… how is that possible! How can someone truly not have a trace of jealousy!”
“‘Verodia’, you have already said that.”
The delicate and pleasant girl’s voice touched the strings of the air. Verafia lightly raised her head, her beautiful golden eyes clear and calm, “Just as you said… whether as Lothel or now, why would I be jealous of anyone?”
As Verafia’s words fell, a burst of fiery light flashed. After a tragic cry, the last trace of the “Jealousy” original sin color was burned into nothingness!
The divine spark of creation landed on the ground with a crisp “ding.” Verafia picked it up with her slender, delicate fingers, and a brilliant flame flashed between her fair jade fingers.
In a short period, the decaying impurities within the divine spark, tainted by the abyss, were burned and purified, returning to their jade-like color, reflecting a faint light in the girl’s brilliant gold eyes.
Verafia slightly raised her face and looked at Anderdun, who was walking towards her, his entire being enveloped in a dark domain.
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There is still a bit more confrontation and negotiation with Anderdun… I thought about it and decided not to write it. It’s all the same, just a waste of space.
(I’ve been feeling a bit down lately, and I won’t complain here.)
Actually, I feel like I wrote the recent decisive battles very seriously, but the result… a forced smile.
I feel like everyone really dislikes the battles I write. I will pay attention to this in the future. I will not detail unimportant battles, just mention a few skills and pass them by (this will also be easier for me).
Let me report the progress. The next chapter should wrap up some foreshadowing, and then it will end completely within two or three chapters. The subsequent ending should not be too long. We should start the third volume around the beginning of next month. This way, the content of Peka will be nearing its end… (However, Lancaster is just a mid-boss.)
PS: Please don’t “raise your books” (store them to read later), otherwise, they will really be raised to death…
