Chapter 127: The Holy Spear, Cast Off
“A dying man, playing the clown here?”
Within the metal cage, Blood Race Prince Flander gazed at Shaya outside, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
He was somewhat surprised that his previously certain “Heart Control” had failed.
But soon, during the subsequent battle, Flander believed he had grasped Cain’s trump card.
Without the protection of that pitch-black mecha, his opponent was merely a pushover.
Once he broke free from the cage and captured Shaya, he would meticulously study him.
To possess the ability to withstand a shattered heart injury like a normal person, and yet be human… This anomaly led the Blood Race Prince to some conjectures.
Conjectures concerning the Black Princess and that Thousand-year City.
On the desolate land outside the metal cage.
Shaya stood calmly, letting the storm sweeping through the Valley of Termination rustle his Robe of Dawn.
Humans rely on wisdom, while demons rely on strength.
In terms of accumulated magic power and physical fortitude, humans, as a Bronze Race, cannot compare to the Silver Race and Golden Race, such as Pureblood Dragons, demons, and Holy Spirits, who are naturally favored by the world’s laws, in terms of lifespan or power.
To compensate for this deficiency, one could only sublimate one’s life level and begin transforming towards becoming a Mythical Creature.
Abandoning one’s identity as “human,” discarding humanity… Instead, one would absorb divinity and authority, embarking on the path to becoming a “god,” which is also known as the Path to Godhood.
This was the choice that the vast majority of human powerhouses who reached the Legend rank ultimately made.
However, in the history of the Western Continent, there were always those who held different convictions.
They were unwilling to become “It.”
They wished only to be “he” and “she.”
This was undoubtedly a more difficult and arduous path, choosing a less traveled, dark, and winding road whose end was unclear, instead of taking the broad highway with countless precedents and templates. This was the act of fools.
But, beside Shaya.
There was never a lack of such fools who refused to adhere to the instinctive drive for self-preservation.
Like Little Ai, who abandoned her status as the sole daughter of the Winter family, forgoing a bright future and privileged treatment, to stay by his side.
Like Sylvia, who buried herself in that pure white Tower, unwilling to tread the Path to Godhood, and waited for Shaya for five hundred years.
And like his Golden Elf teacher in the Black Tower…
“Everyone is such a fool.”
Shaya smiled silently.
“Then, allow me to confirm.”
“Let’s see how far the wisdom of this fool, myself, can reach.”
As he spoke, the light and shadow in Shaya’s pitch-black eyes vanished.
Tsukuyomi was activated.
All personal emotions in his mind were temporarily suppressed, leaving only cold, pure, and extreme rationality.
Immediately after.
The next moment.
The information lock was released.
Myriad lines of complex information flowed into his Spiritual Ocean through Yui and their Soul Pact.
Sky-based orbital cannon.
Or rather, the space-based kinetic weapon, “Sky Patrol. Sword of Damocles.”
From the sky, using gravity as a bowstring, it would unleash the staff of judgment.
This was one of the trump cards Shaya had prepared for himself.
However, if the ammunition loaded onto the space-based kinetic weapon was merely a simple tungsten rod, even with the enhancement of various magic arrays, its destructive power would at best create a large pit, and its power might not be enough to kill a Legend.
Therefore, in this farewell performance of Black Knight Cain in the Valley of Termination—
Shaya originally planned to use another external construct he had prepared: “Fantasy Collapse. Spirit Particle Fission.”
However, Little Ai had given him a surprise.
Not as an arrow made of ordinary tungsten rods or alloy materials, but—as a Star-forged weapon, a Holy Spear born from the world’s laws.
And it was not in its Holy Relic form, which in the Real Timeline had been sealed and constrained by the passage of ancient times, its power reduced to less than one-tenth.
At the end of this old era, in this chaotic world of disaster.
The constraints on the Holy Spear were far less significant than in that stable, orderly world of the future.
In Shaya’s eyes, tiny positioning and remote control runes slowly rotated.
They resonated with the magic tool revolving in the planet’s near orbit, on the dark and oppressive sky.
“Subspace cruising magic tool—Codename ‘Scabbard,’ orbit change successful.”
“Launch attitude adjustment complete.”
“Sword of Heavenly Punishment, ammunition loaded confirmed, self-check complete—”
“Spatial auxiliary positioning spell—’Heiser. Dimensional Coordinates’ activation complete.”
“Calculating trajectory of descent…”
In an instant, a massive flow of information surged into Shaya’s brain.
In science fiction movies, trajectory calculations and corrections for space-based kinetic weapons often required the assistance of supercomputers.
After all, even the slightest error in such orbital calculations, when amplified to the scale of a planet, would result in a significant deviation in the end.
However, at this very moment—
After Shaya spared no expense in raising Yui’s “Source of Fire” level to “Transcendent Saint,” and with Yui’s assistance, those complicated numbers were all processed within Shaya’s Spiritual Ocean.
Lines of complex formulas generated and then disappeared within Shaya’s Spiritual Ocean.
Repeating, cycling continuously.
Error by error, possibility of deviation by possibility, was gradually eliminated under the ceaseless calculations.
Step by step.
Guiding the final result of the computation towards the only correct answer.
Boom—
Vortigern’s action of impacting the metal cage suddenly paused.
As a Legend, he felt a premonition of danger in his spirituality.
It was a warning of crisis.
But on this land, who could make him feel such a premonition of danger?
Why?
He scanned his surroundings but found no source for this spiritual premonition.
He had already confirmed Cain’s combat strength; the performance of the pitch-black mecha against a Legend for a short time was its limit, and furthermore, his mecha was now broken and posed no threat.
He also sensed faintly, from hundreds of miles away, a Legendary pressure approaching.
It should be the King of Knights.
But at that opponent’s speed, it would take at least ten minutes to reach here, and even if the King of Knights had made some breakthrough, Vortigern did not fear him.
He was the king of this land; the other was a rebel. His half-body had come here precisely to purge all rebels.
Could it be…
Flander?
Vortigern narrowed his eyes, looking at the Blood Race Prince beside him. If there was any potential crisis for him, it could only be from that individual.
If the other party suddenly turned traitor and backstabbed him at a critical moment when he was fighting the King of Knights, then facing two opponents with only a half-body while being ambushed and heavily wounded would indeed be dangerous.
Thinking this, Vortigern secretly heightened his vigilance towards Flander without showing it.
Speaking of which, the Blood Race’s intervention was already strange in many ways, especially the “Black Princess” they mentioned. Even the Crimson Moon was alerted, yet he, the king of this land, had never heard of her.
However, the next moment.
Vortigern suddenly saw Cain before him slightly raise his head.
Within the black eyes beneath the mask, the rotating runes suddenly blazed with light.
In the Spiritual Ocean, the calculations, roaring like a furious tide, suddenly paused.
Then, all the numbers, all the characters, countless computational models in the Spiritual Ocean—
Vanished in an instant.
Only the single, correct trajectory remained.
“Orbital calculation complete.”
“Error verification complete, orbital correction finished.”
“Sword of Damocles self-check complete.”
“Entering launch confirmation procedure.”
Sensing the multitude of information transmitted by Yui, whose orbital calculations had finally been completed, Shaya also followed the faint spiritual inspiration shared by Aerora, slowly sensing the Holy Spear loaded within the magic tool “Scabbard” high in the starry sky, which was dimly lit.
Then, following that resonance that spanned the Astral Realm and the Prime Material Plane.
He recited the release incantation to break the Holy Spear’s constraints.
“Peel away the world’s surface, the truth hidden beneath.”
“It is the anchor of storms that tears the sky and connects the earth.”
“Radiating brilliance at its limit.”
Instantly.
In the high and distant starry sky.
The originally dim lance now had beams of light flowing and converging.
Like the branches and lines of a tree, illuminating the deep, secluded starry sea.
Both Holy Spears and Holy Swords are weapons created by the world, wielded only by heroes who can save the world.
And at this moment, it is the end of an era, the darkest and most oppressive chaotic world.
It is precisely for this reason that the brilliance shining now is also the supreme radiance of the highest tower at the world’s end, having unleashed all constraints and limitations.
In an instant, several distant gazes descended from the upper reaches of the Astral Realm, surprised by the inexplicable awakening of the Holy Spear.
However, no matter who it was.
Whether an angel, a demigod, or a True God, they could no longer stop what was about to happen.
A thousandth of a breath later.
“Holy Spear, cast off.”
The Tower of Light pierced the sky, crossing the boundary of the starry sea.
It detached from the scabbard and shot out.
Vortigern suddenly looked up.
He felt something was about to descend. Although he couldn’t hear any sound, he could feel the scorching light.
The next moment.
He saw at the end of the starry sky, a starlight that broke through the night sky—
Falling towards him from above.
PS:
Two consecutive updates.
