Chapter 431 Chapter 225 Chosen by the Abyss
In the crumbling church, the Black Sun Demonic Light surged incessantly, while patches of blazing flames and ice retreated, withered, rotted, and were devoured by the spreading Abyss.
“Young Master Ig, this is what I’ve prepared for you—The Moment of Twilight Collapse!” Douglas’s voice carried, filled with cruelty and mockery.
Ig looked at Douglas, whose demonic body arm had regrown, and at the spreading, pitch-black essence of the Abyss beside him. By now, Ig was no longer ignorant of the Abyss, this corrupt and evil substance that rotted and devoured all light and color in the world.
Ig suddenly raised his head with force: “As expected, Douglas, you are also tainted by corrupt and evil substances like the Abyss—then what about Lancaster!”
“Heh. Only those insignificant mortals would fear the Abyss so much, fear such a Great Existence that can change the world. Even His Majesty the King cannot escape this sentiment.”
Lancaster walked step by step, the rotting mud of the Abyss devouring everything around him. Behind him, the once radiant golden sun had been completely corrupted into pitch blackness, and demonic light illuminated the ground, as if the sun had fallen, replaced by the desolate eternal night spreading in the cold!
Flesh tendrils sprouted, and strange eyes covered everything, connecting to the twisted demonic arms on his body as he grasped his sword. The dazzling, golden Sacred Sword of the Sun was also corroded by the Abyss. Douglas raised his head with force, black energy pervading his once handsome face, making it appear extremely contorted.
His blood-gold pupils suddenly brightened, appearing sinister amidst the demonic energy. Douglas’s expression was fanatical as he raised his arm, the black demonic sword surging with abyssal demonic power, slashing down!
“However… to devour the Abyss, only I can become the Great Existence that changes the world!”
Ig’s eyes suddenly narrowed. The surrounding frost and flames withered, and even the fluctuations of all elements fell silent, leaving only the surging pitch-black light, devouring the colors and stability of the surrounding scenery.
Douglas’s pitch-black demonic sword arrived almost simultaneously with his wild laughter, and the pitch-black demonic light enveloped the entire world. Twilight descended, and the black eternal night devoured the entire world before him!
Ice and flame were instantly extinguished.
Neither Little Fei’s ice nor the Young Lady’s flames could block this attack—even for himself, there was only the possibility of complete annihilation.
This thought flashed through Ig’s mind. He suddenly lowered his head, looking at the End Sword Blade in his hand, the “True Ripples” flowing in his azure blue pupils.
The ancient, straight sword edge was split in half by Phoenix Flame and Dragon Frost, yet in Ig’s sight, an abyssal mark glowed intensely, instantly overshadowing the colors of frost and blazing flame.
Ig remembered that this was a mark left by Hodrea, the swordsman of the Abyss.
Even though the Wood Elf Girl Ain had helped him reshape the End, except for the time Verafia was trapped in Hodrea’s domain barrier, Ig had never intended to touch it.
However, at this moment—Ig forcefully raised his head, the pitch-black abyssal light almost staining his entire vision.
Ig knew well that facing this annihilating Abyss were not just himself, but also Ophi, who had merged with him, as well as Shiel and Flarn!
“It’s just the Abyss!”
A whisper escaped his lips, and Ig suddenly raised his pupils. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he raised the End Sword Blade, which was instantly swallowed by the pitch-black abyssal light!
In the endless storm, Abyss faced Abyss!
“Hahaha! I never thought, Ig, that you too would be chosen by the Abyss!” Douglas’s wild laughter resounded, his heavy footsteps crushing the ground, his gold-red pupils reflecting excitement. He raised his arm and slashed down with his demonic sword, engulfing the light of the entire world:
“Then let me see who, between you and me, is the true Child of the Abyss!”
As soon as his words fell, two completely different swords, under the gaze of the Abyss, clashed violently!
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A pitch-black robe draped over Hodrea’s body, concealing two enormous and terrifying greatswords. He moved his steps, walking on the streets of Lorinc under the deep black night.
The entire Lorinc, with its slaughter and noise, seemed to have vanished. Although Hodrea walked amidst the warring soldiers and mutated creatures, it was as if there was no one there. Even the pale moonlight from the sky, which fell before him, was completely engulfed by endless darkness.
—He was the swordsman of the Abyss, and wherever he walked, it was as if the Abyss had descended.
“Such a rotten and withered city, and so-called deities… Abyssal Church, you are truly degenerate, still playing such vulgar tricks.”
A cold snort came from the swordsman.
Light yet extremely pleasant footsteps broke the silence of the world.
Hodrea’s black robe billowed in the wind. His raised face saw a girl approaching before him, clad in a pure white robe, and he let out a cold snort.
“Hodrea, it’s been a long time… This is the first time I’ve seen you in twenty years.”
The girl’s voice was soft and gentle. Her robe, covering her slender body, appeared pure and flawless. Her pure white hair touched her slender shoulders behind her, faintly revealing a lustrous silver under the moonlight.
“Long time no see… Heh. ‘Saintess,’ I have no desire to see you—nor the organization under your command that makes me sick.”
Hodrea spoke, his raised gaze fixed on the girl he called ‘Saintess.’
“It seems you still care.”
The ‘Saintess’ gently shook her head. Her beauty made the colors of the entire world dim, and her clear, translucent, beautiful eyes seemed to reflect the colors of the entire world.
She suddenly lowered her cheeks slightly, her white hair seemingly stirred by the wind: “I am sorry. Thirty years ago, we were powerless to help Lord Geon.”
Her voice was gentle, but tinged with deep sadness. This was genuine emotion.
The swordsman under the black robe remained silent for a long time before shaking his head:
“It’s not about that. Venturing into the Abyss… that was teacher’s own choice. However, Saintess—the ‘Abyss’ that spreads from you only makes me sick.”
“Hodrea, we are also chosen by the ‘Abyss’.”
The white-haired girl raised her head, “I once invited you, and you know this: ‘Only the Abyss can cleanse the corruption of the entire world’.”
“No. Saintess, you are indeed chosen by the Abyss. However, for me… I simply chose the Abyss.”
The Abyssal Swordsman said, “Our paths have always been different—not to mention your church, which gathers all the evil in the world under your command.”
The white-haired girl gently raised her clear eyes to look at him. The swordsman met her gaze directly, a cold smile reflected on his face.
“Saintess, you claim the name of the Abyss, and even do not hesitate to defile your pure white body, stained with endless sin. Do you truly wish to cleanse this world?”
“—Or is it simply that you wish to use this church, materialized from the world’s evil, to overturn the crown of the Sacred Sword King and achieve your revenge?”
