Chapter 92 Chaos and the Gloomy Sea
“Greed… Indeed. The Queen reshaped me with it. She fantasized about making me a weapon to stop you. However, isn’t this exactly what I wanted to see?”
Filthy light scattered everywhere. Lancaster’s smile was distorted and wild, his blazing white holy spear surging with dark red demonic energy, covered in strange light. “Verafia, I must thank you. If it weren’t for you and the Queen killing me, how could I have resisted the current supreme realm—only by continuously seeking power! As long as I possess endless power, Filir, how can she control me? I will remain the monarch of the world!”
The power lingering around the holy spear seemed endless, even covering the world before them. Verafia swung her sword, and the emerald breath of life split the surging turbid light. Space distorted at this moment, and Lancaster’s spear blocked the sword’s edge.
The color in Verafia’s golden eyes turned colder. She naturally hated Lancaster and had no reason to forgive him. However, at this moment, she felt a mocking pity for the person before her, even in her heart.
The former Paladin, the ambitious and greedy “Holy King”… In the end, he was captured by greed, and even his mind was twisted at this moment.
The Life Divine Sword struck down without the slightest hesitation. Boundless life brilliance bloomed at the moment of collision. The materialized law of life, like flowing emerald, instantly devoured Lancaster. The thread-like authority was stirred by her, and the power of “life” rapidly annihilated the body transformed by greed that shrouded it.
Lancaster thrust his spear into the brilliance, and smoke-like demonic power surged out. In a short while, it climbed over the shrouded life brilliance, and the emerald bright and clear light corroded the ink black. In an instant, Lancaster’s demonic power almost broke through the cage.
Feeling her law being eroded, Verafia let out a soft hum. Her golden eyes suddenly lifted, and a beam of pitch-black light rose from before her. This was Lancaster’s essence as greed. She suddenly waved her slender hand, and the brilliance of “life” gathered at the edge of her long sword. She softly said, “Deprive.”
The bright and brilliant emerald gold turned cold and dark, and the boundless vitality bestowed by the Goddess of Life flowed away, leaving only the stillness after the deprivation of life.
However, Verafia’s sword light did not split down. A blinding white light pierced the substantial law before her. Her pupils shrank. Before her, day and night split apart, and eternal stillness and inextinguishable daylight enveloped them.
But even more dazzling was the boundless chaos between the division of day and night. Mud-like darkness dripped from his collar. Lancaster emerged from it, laughing wildly, raising his right hand, which held a shattered holy spear. The color of all sins became chaotic, converging all at once, forming a dark holy sword!
The fallen King of Sacred Swords raised the Dark Sacred Sword, and a chaotic sword of ultimate darkness slashed down!
The fluctuation between the brilliance of life and boundless chaos almost covered the entire world. On the other side, the fluctuations of screaming sword qi and brilliance overshadowed it.
Endless sword qi surged, and every ray of light was like an extremely sharp precious sword. Ig griped the End, and waves of sword light surged, unleashing the world’s nearly strongest attack towards the enemy before him.
Opposite him stood only a slender swordsman. There was no terrifying demonic power that was like surging waves or that blocked out the sky and sun. He only had a dim long sword, but as he swung it, any released sword qi was easily annihilated, as if in his hands was the interpretation of the true meaning of the sword!
In just a brief moment, in Ig’s True Eye, Geon’s sword technique had been presented tens of thousands of times, dissected countless times, and not the slightest flaw was found. Such perfect sword technique, the last time he saw it was when Verafia performed “End of the Hour.”
However, compared to the girl’s stunningly exquisite End Sword, Geon’s sword technique was simple and unadorned, like a silent abyss.
Ig’s wrist suddenly paused. The End still slashed through, but the remaining traces seemed endless, connecting together, presenting an immortal space created by eternal swordsmanship!
Whether it was time and space or the nearly perfect sword technique, under eternity, everything condensed into thin paper. However, the moment it swept past Geon’s body, an abyss beyond the blazing white suddenly surged, tearing “eternity” to shreds.
Seeing the abyss surging from Geon’s body, Ig’s pupils narrowed. He was not surprised at all.
The Geon before him was the “Shadow of the Abyss,” inherently containing a part of the abyss’s essence. Even the sword technique that claimed to be “eternal” naturally could not kill him in one blow.
Furthermore, in Ig’s eyes, compared to Lancaster, who was reshaped by the abyss and appeared chaotic and manic—the King of Peka—the abyss presented by Geon before him remained as before, like a silent, gloomy sea, devoid of any color or movement, silently devouring everything it touched.
The eternal light rolled across the surface of the dark and silent abyss. Geon emerged from it, holding his long sword. He looked at Ig in the shattered time and space, his emotionless eyes rippling with rare waves.
“Interesting. This sword carries the traces of Star Gods suppressed by the past Lance, the shadow of the Sacred Sword, and it’s Lotte’s continuation of her sword technique… Is this the legendary Eternity?”
Ig also revealed a hint of surprise.
Indeed, the “Eternity” he first encountered in the Elf Forest had been enhanced by Verafia’s End Sword, combined with the will of the Sacred Sword taught by Lancaster and the “Eternal Darkness” of the Star Gods. He had faced many enemies with this sword technique, but Geon could recognize it at first glance.
Time froze in eternity, but Geon still walked slowly. Behind him, the shadow of the abyss was projected. The dark and silent long sword in his hand coiled with dark red traces, as cold as the night, as still as the abyss, and was also a condensation of the abyss.
However, compared to the increasingly silent and oppressive abyss, which was like a gloomy sea, Geon, as its embodiment, had an excited interest in his eyes, as if appreciating his sword technique.
This was a very unexpected sight, but Ig felt that this was the true will of Geon, the former Sword Saint, belonging to himself outside of the abyss.
He drew his sword and swung the pale white sword light casually along with the trace of the End.
“You are right… However, this sword technique, in the very beginning, I intended to call it ‘Abyss Cutter.’ It was Veer who named it ‘Eternity.’ Finally, in the World Tree being eroded by the abyss, I used it to touch the Sea of the Abyss and used ‘Eternity’ to sever the ‘Abyss Sword’ mastered by your student, Hodrea.”
Ig looked at Geon’s face. The traces of the long sword were revealed bit by bit in the lightless abyss, pointing at Geon. “Senior Geon, now, I will use it to strike you.”
