Time, sounds, and even all the moving scenes of the world are frozen here, Igter’s pupils widened, crystal light dust swept through the blood light, spreading to the blood sword knight’s limbs, armor, and even the blood pupils at the deepest layer of color he was looking down at. He let go of the sword blade he was holding tightly.
“You should witness my lord’s blade.”
Carlossti said. Where he stood, a pillar of blood light, with the prestige of exhausting the limits of matter, soared up, and then in an instant, the entire blood-colored impact rippled across the entire world!
“This is…” Elishia’s jade-like face, under the scarlet blood light, looked a little pale.
“I’m afraid this is Duke Oran’s power… but Eshi, don’t worry,” Charle said to her softly.
Elishia shook her head slightly. The girl stood up with Charle’s support, lowered her hand that was covering the spreading light, and her golden pupils pierced into the blood-sun-like light in the sky.
The blood light filling the surroundings was as red as a storm. Igter tightly grasped the hilt of the End, and on his face, amidst the scarlet light, he felt a pain like being cut by a blade.
“Hey, Carlossti! What do you mean! Don’t leave without explaining!”
Igter shouted loudly, but in his consciousness, his vision, hearing, and perception were all stained with scarlet. The boy endured the stinging pain, propped his eyes open, and looked into the distance.
Everything he saw was the enveloping scarlet blood light… but Igter seemed to feel that a corrupted, evil, yet sacred and powerful aura was awakening. He held his battle sword, his indifferent gaze seemed to be looking at something small and insignificant.
According to legend, the Demon King of Fear, born from endless dread and timidity, only needed an ordinary glance to shatter an army of thousands…
A long time ago, Igter still thought this was probably just the embellishment of bards. But at this moment, Igter understood the feeling of facing such a legend.
Uncontrollable fear spread from the tiny particles all over his body, condensing in his heart, and the emotions gathered were so strong that Igter could barely move his consciousness. His whole body trembled and he couldn’t help but kneel down… This was not Igter’s willingness, but a difference in hierarchical level from the very essence!
Suddenly, a delicate and soft hand, like fine jade, grabbed his wrist, and the girl pulled him slightly.
The fear all over his body melted like winter snow under the sun, and Igter subconsciously spoke.
“Young Lady?”
“Hmph, it’s this young lady!” The girl’s cheerful voice sounded in his ears. Igter turned his head, and a girl with radiant golden hair in a long dress stood beside him, holding his hand with her delicate and fair little hand.
The girl turned her delicate, porcelain-like little face, her lips curled into a slight smile, and she spoke in a clear voice.
“Well, you guy, you even managed to pass Carlossti, so being my attendant is barely acceptable! It wasn’t a waste of all the effort I put in these past few days!”
Although Igter didn’t understand exactly what Verafia was saying, it was mostly related to Carlossti from just now. Igter tried to ask.
“Young Lady, did you just… see Carlossti Senior and me?”
“Of course!” The girl replied, her voice still as clear as a silver bell even amidst the raging scarlet blood light. She raised her small head, her big eyes shining.
“Carlossti also said that he was just something residing in Duke Oran’s remnant consciousness. Although Duke Oran’s primordial blood revived its consciousness because Claude brought it, this does not belong to him. For you, the only reality of this Carlossti is his swordsmanship. Igter, you caught it, and you naturally passed!”
For some reason, the girl’s tone was quite cheerful and pleasant, and her expression was no different from her usual self. However, Igter felt a sense of incongruity, as if… she was using a heavy tone.
Igter frowned in confusion.
“However, it should be about time. Well, Carlossti’s power has indeed dissipated, and the shattered time boundary should be healing… Igter, look!”
The girl’s voice sounded in his ear. Igter subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction of the girl’s jade onion-like fingertips. Up to this moment, the seemingly eternal blood color and dazzling blood light rapidly faded.
Igter’s vision returned to the state of the sky before Carlossti drew his sword, and he could even hear the sounds of others besides the girl beside him.
The blood-colored pillar rushed beyond the sky, an extremely terrifying but unfathomable power instantly cut countless fractured marks in the sky, and then the scarlet color poured in… Then, the entire world’s structure disintegrated and differentiated into active particles. Even Igter could clearly feel the terrifying power, making the sky’s color deeper red.
In the ruins of the palace, an ancient, long-standing aura seemed to awaken.
“In my opinion, this power, although not a large proportion, is largely constructed based on the drop of blood that Oran obtained from outside.
Verafia flicked her slender fingertips through her hair, raised her big eyes slightly, and cheerfully explained to the boy beside her.
“As for the latter part, it’s probably Duke Oran’s instinctive consciousness, making the matter that constructs this world assimilate into the same structure as that drop of blood. Well, this way, he can revive!”
Igter understood what the girl meant.
“Young Lady, you said it’s his instinct?”
“Yes!” Verafia said casually, her fair jade cheek turned to the side.
“Under your human Sacred Sword, even beings close to gods can hardly retain their consciousness. Not to mention that so much time has passed, otherwise, why would he maintain this world for his obsession?”
Igter wanted to ask again. Suddenly, the entire sky, dazzling like a steaming blood sun, dimmed, and the gathered and contracted power poured into the sealed ruins with a roar.
Except for Verafia, who still had her eyebrows raised and was lost in thought, everyone else tensely gripped their weapons.
Amidst the scorching bloody light flames, a tall and majestic figure, carrying a broken battle sword, slowly stood up.
The swordsman in the blood held his battle sword. The bloody red light faded, his battle armor was old, his dry silver hair was messy, and the blood wings behind him were severed by straight sword marks. The aura remaining on his body was far less than that of the previous Carlossti.
However, no one, upon seeing him for the first time, would dare to show any disrespect… even greater than the fear of all the dangers in the world.
Suddenly, on the swordsman’s face, his bloody pupils brightened, he stomped his foot on the ground, and the battle sword held in his left hand shone with a sun-like light, charging towards them all.
Igter subconsciously gripped his sword.
Charle, standing beside Elishia, stepped forward, and the hood covering his face was blown away by the gale. The exquisite face under his delicate silk-like blue-silver hair was reflected in the blood light and sword qi. A golden light overflowed in the girl’s star-blue eyes.
“Indeed… could it be…”
Verafia’s fingertips suddenly tightened, and the brilliant golden color in her scorching golden eyes froze like ice.
Charle’s jade-like fingertips grasped a transparent sword hilt.
