Chapter 92 The Greedy Puppet
The abyssal demonic light of dark red surged like a tidal wave onto the straight, sharp sword. However, an attack capable of cleaving a mountain range stalled in mid-air. Like light piercing through, a long sword surging with pure white light forcibly divided the abyssal power, blocking it before the sword’s edge.
Feeling the long-lost tremor in his palm, Geon’s grayish-brown pupils revealed a wisp of surprise as he looked at the black-haired young man blocking his path.
However, Ig’s gaze did not linger on him. Instead, he looked towards Verafia, and at the same time, End was drawn, blocking the abyssal Sword Saint before his eyes.
The youth’s gaze made Verafia immediately understand his intention.
The next moment, the sword edges of Abyss and End were simultaneously drawn. After a violent collision, even though the world was shrouded in the abyss, space was inevitably torn apart, and the surging waves instantly engulfed the two.
Ophi, Flarn, Seraris, Fatter, Siya, and Andes had already arrived before the high tower. However, beside Lancaster, the Incarnations of Original Sin did not give them a chance to converse, and instantly, battle erupted at the foot of the tower.
Verafia had faced Incarnations of Original Sin more than once before, and they possessed at least legendary strength. In this world shrouded by the abyss, with endless sins lingering, their power had more than doubled due to the ebb and flow.
Even a powerhouses like Fatter, who had touched upon the laws, could barely suppress “Sloth” among them. And Siya, the Saintess who borrowed the Holy Light Power, with the help of Andes and other powerhouses from the Church of Light, could only contend with “Envy.”
Ophi and Flarn attacked together, their icy long spear and bloody long sword striking the phantom of “Lust.”
“Wrath” raised his battle axe and roared in anger, facing the encirclement of Elves and Orcs.
The Incarnation of “Envy” was also being countered by Anji, King Mud of the Dwarves, and other heroes.
At the foot of the Abyssal Tower, there were still countless Abyssal Bishops. They were fanatically devoted and were engaged in battle with other arriving warriors.
Although this was not the entire force of the Continental Allied Army, countless Abyssal followers and corrupted soldiers inside and outside Lichen City were tying them down. At least for now, the Allied Army’s strength at the foot of the Abyssal Tower had reached its limit.
Demonic power surged, and brilliant radiance bloomed wantonly in the boundless darkness. Verafia remained on the sidelines, but she had already gently gripped her sword. Before her, a dazzling figure was also shrouded in endless sin.
Lancaster’s will silently spread, until with a “ding,” it collided with the domain before Verafia.
“It seems that young man, my chosen successor, knows your intentions. Miss Verafia, returning to Lichen… what a twist of fate. Now, do you intend to truly kill me?”
The former King’s voice came with a faint smile, witnessing the brilliant light of End and Abyss blooming together. Below the tower, it had already become a battlefield.
“Returning to Lichen was simply to stop Elith. Lancaster, I never expected to see you again.”
Verafia slightly raised her golden eyes, her voice carrying a hint of coldness.
“Is that so? Could it be, Miss Verafia, Your Highness Goddess, are you afraid of this King?”
“Lancaster, I already defeated you long ago.”
This statement was certainly not Verafia believing she had won the battle in Lichen years ago.
In fact, Verafia knew very well that Lancaster was stronger than her back then. If not for Ig and Elith, who emerged from the abyss, she would have no doubt that she would have fallen into Lancaster’s hands.
However, in her heart, the original meaning that supported her rebirth was to take revenge on the person before her and defeat him. But such an obsession had long since vanished like smoke.
In Verafia’s eyes, she had already won. Why would she need to engage in a so-called “battle of destiny” here?
“Moreover—Lancaster, you are even weaker now than you were back then. You are merely a puppet of the abyss. Why should this young lady care about you?”
With a light laugh, the young girl slightly narrowed her golden eyes. From her slender hand, a verdant sword light flickered, inlaid and adorned with brilliant, dazzling gold. The dense radiance of life caused even the countless corrupted followers at the foot of the Abyssal Tower to instinctively evade.
The next moment, she swung her sword down. Like a sword that opened up life, it instantly dissolved the viscous darkness and reached Lancaster’s surroundings. The power of life authority, before even touching him, caused his body to distort, and black energy evaporated with a hiss.
Lancaster laughed heartily. His handsome face, instead, contorted into a twisted, scorching heat. He clenched his fist forcefully beside him, and instantly, boundless radiance surged, and a blazing white, golden holy spear appeared in his hand.
This was the Holy Spear of Light that Lancaster had wielded when Verafia challenged him before. However, the originally sacred long spear was now not only entangled with the turbid energy of the abyss but also covered in filth, appearing extremely strange.
The long sword and the holy spear collided. The authority of the Goddess of Life was drawn into the vast, boundless abyssal sea. Verafia’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her gaze towards the other party became sharper.
“As expected, it was Filir who resurrected you—and what she used to reshape you was the Original Sin of Greed.”
The supreme authority of greed, world-shaking prestige, and the princess who was engaged to Greed, the throne of King Peka… Lancaster had betrayed her when she took the Holy Sword, piercing her heart with a sharp sword.
And now, Lancaster, after being backstabbed and killed by Filir, was resurrected with the Original Sin of “Greed” in a fitting manner. It had to be said that this was indeed a form of irony.
However…
Verafia slightly raised her rose-gold eyes.
Although she had always held hatred towards Lancaster, Verafia had to admit that whether it was suppressing alien Star Gods, quelling rebellions, or even the decades of stability and prosperity throughout the Kingdom, as the “Hero” and King Peka, Lancaster had done a decent job.
Even if Lancaster wore a mask of hypocrisy to conceal his inner greed and ambition, and used holy light to cover his inner darkness, the result was that on that day in Lichen, the entire Royal City hailed him as the “Holy King,” offering their faith to help him ascend to godhood.
As for now…
Verafia’s gaze slightly narrowed. The youth holding the spear before her, with his extremely twisted face, displayed unreserved greed. His silver-blue hair danced wildly, and his eyes now only held madness and obsession.
“Lancaster, I overestimated you. You are now merely a puppet of greed—why should this young lady defeat you?”
The Sword of Life and Lancaster’s Holy Spear violently clashed. Dazzling divine radiance instantly tore through endless darkness. At the foot of the Abyssal Tower, it was as if it was illuminated by a sun, even affecting the battlefield between the abyss and eternity.
However, the long sword in her hand suddenly paused. Verafia slightly raised her golden eyes. Before her, Lancaster’s morbid smile contorted on his face, and he laughed wildly.
