Chapter 46: Battle of Light 4
Darkness surged like a tide, even the dazzling, scorching light before them was obscured. It was viscous like mud, making Ig feel as if his soul was stalled—as if enveloped by a dark universe, he was immersed in it, even surpassing the darkness of the starry sky he witnessed in the northern ice plains during the Star God’s memory!
That was the terrifying, immense demonic power of the Dark Monarch, and even more so the boundless spirit of the Dark Giant King!
Surging within it, mere heavy, dark memories almost crushed Ig. A spiritual power as vast as the sea, capable of shaping a world… even when Ig touched Verafia and felt her spirit consciousness as a goddess, it was no more than this.
At this moment, in the surging spiritual tide of a Demon Race Monarch, Ig felt an equally grand shock, a heavy pressure that instantly brought him to his knees!
It was the heavy pressure of a former immortal!
The End gripped tightly in his hand faintly glowed with light. Ig strained to raise his face. The figure of the Dark Giant blocked his view, his pitch-black shadow completely concealing them.
However, the immortal giant bringing the darkness did not immediately launch a destructive attack.
“Is it you, Sumer?” a girl with snow-blue long hair beside him whispered slightly, her voice carrying a hint of youthfulness.
Ig turned his head. Anjie, whom he instinctively shielded behind him, gently shifted her tiny feet, stepping into the darkness. Her crystal-clear, soft hair fluttered slightly. Darkness fell upon her tender, exquisite little face. Her large, crystalline, beautiful eyes, like frozen lakes, widened slightly. She tilted her head up, gazing at the giant that blotted out the sky.
The dense dark demonic energy still surged. The girl’s figure appeared small. Suddenly, the sky shook, and the giant’s form wavered. The giant’s face, with its massive, closed eyes, seemed to cast a substantial gaze upon them.
“Wing of Death… Anderdun. I saw you before. Indeed, you would be in this place,” the Dark Giant King spoke. His voice was heavy and hoarse, like the grinding of rough stones.
Ig recalled Anjie’s somewhat erratic reaction on Ophi’s dragon back at the beginning.
The Dark Giant before him was once her colleague, and also a Monarch of the Demon Race.
A feeling arose in Ig’s heart. The End in his hand stirred slightly in the darkness, seemingly with difficulty, but was slowly pulled upward. As the sword edge scraped against the darkness, sparks erupted, and the faint light of “Eternity” lingered.
But Anjie did not reply. Her soft, crystal-clear hair brushed against her tender face. Her fair teeth lightly bit her thin lips, and her slender, exquisite fingertips clutched her delicate palm.
“You did not return to our world. However, Medanco has already told you that our adventures were ultimately futile. His Majesty the Demon King has fallen along with the Demon Realm. As for us… Salier has dedicated himself to the light, and Medanco chose to bow to human magic. Now, only we are left to converse here.”
The Dark Giant King’s disjointed voice reached them. Supported by the ground, Ig’s right palm slightly lifted, and the pulled-out End illuminated for an instant. He knew that the “us” spoken of by this Demon Race Monarch did not include him.
The intention of this Demon Race Monarch in saying this was clearly not obscure.
Anjie made no sound, but her delicate expression clearly revealed her inner hesitation.
“You have not yet recovered your former strength. Anderdun, you are of my kin, let me protect you.”
The Dark Giant King’s voice continued, “I tried my best to save your kin, but there were losses along the way. However, the remaining ones are enough to continue your race.”
Ig’s eyes, which he had strained to lift, gazed at the indecisive ice-haired girl. Suddenly, the Giant King’s gaze also fell upon him. Ig’s heart trembled. He felt a dense darkness surge towards him. In an instant, the contract between him and Anjie fell silent in the endless darkness.
Anjie also raised her head in surprise. As a party to the contract, she could also feel the disappearance of the contract’s constraint.
“Are you worried about the contract bound by that goddess for you? I can help you conceal it.”
The Dark Giant King’s deep voice continued, “She is currently being attacked by the Pope of Light and cannot spare much attention. As long as we can suppress and seal her, the contract binding you will cease to exist from this point forward.”
The Demon Race Monarch before them was unreservedly trying to persuade Anjie!
Ig’s pupils suddenly narrowed.
Even more, this Demon Race Monarch was shielding the contract between Anjie and themselves. And for Anjie, Ig and Verafia had deceived her from the beginning, turning her into the girl she was now. Her heart must harbor resentment!
Ig’s heart grew anxious. He suddenly lifted his face with force:
“Anjie, he is deceiving you! He has defected to Moon. Think about Salier’s fate. Would Moon spare you?”
This was the only thing Ig could think of to try and sway the girl in a flash. Ig broke free from the embrace of the darkness, lifting his face, but in the corner of his eye, he saw the girl’s now familiar face, and the words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.
Ig realized that saying such a thing, merely as persuasion towards Anjie, was also a demonstration of his distrust.
For Anjie, who had also been a Monarch of the Demon Race, it was not difficult to judge.
After a moment of silence, Ig just looked at her, still without making a sound. The eternal sword light condensed on the End, accumulating, enough to sever the darkness in an instant, now shining like flowing light on the long sword, reflecting on his face.
Facing the gaze of the Dark Giant King and Ig’s eyes, Anjie slightly lowered her tender, young face.
The girl’s slender, exquisite eyelashes trembled. The corners of her ice-blue eyes cast a glimpse through the gaps, touching her delicate, slender fingertips as she lightly grasped her skirt corner, and the small, broad-toed leather shoes slightly peeking out from under the skirt hem, wrapped in white silk.
The snow-blue long-haired girl closed her eyes. She then looked up at the Demon Race Monarch waiting for her answer at the end of the darkness.
“An-an…”
She suddenly realized that now that the contract was shielded, she no longer needed to use the self-appellation imposed by Verafia. She hesitated slightly, and her delicate, tender loli voice came from her thin lips, “Sumer, I’m sorry. But, An-an is not the Anderdun of the past.”
A moment of silence. Her pleasant voice, like smooth silk, lingered in the darkness.
Suddenly, cold, faint lights flashed. The divine spark of death transformed into an exquisite, huge black scythe and was swung down from her hand.
Following the scythe’s edge, the light of death flashed and swept through, and the darkness binding Ig withered and froze!
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This section focuses on the perspectives of the Male Protagonist, Anjie, and Veer. (If I wrote more, it’s hard to say when I would finish.)
