Chapter 193 Chapter 111 Battle of Duan Gu (2)
Crimson and dark blood light seeped out from the knight’s black armor, oppressive like a heavy, bloody ocean.
The Blood Race Grand Lord, who had died fifty years ago, placed his hand on his battle sword, the substantial blood light surging, and a chilling aura that almost froze the air. However, a seemingly ordinary black-haired young man stood firmly in front of him.
—At least, that’s what the scene looked like to Elisia and the other young girls.
Even when the other party said he was willing to let him leave, Ig still stood alone, resisting Duke Oran’s overwhelming, sea-like icy killing intent. This made Sharlotte even involuntarily raise her body, looking at the young man, her eyelashes slightly drooping, a thought forming in her mind.
Duke Oran’s chilling gaze fell on the young man, and around them, dense blood light rose from the ground, its substantial power almost tearing the sky apart.
The moment Ig grabbed the End Sword, he regretted it and couldn’t help but curse himself.
“Ig, you’re just a small Bronze, why are you acting the hero on impulse!”
Duke Oran was willing to let him go entirely because of Lord Lothel. He didn’t have the gall to make such a terrifying existence change his mind. Moreover, who knew if his actions just now would make Duke Oran, this old monster from over a hundred years ago, angry with him?
Ig had a very clear understanding of himself. From childhood to adulthood, rather than being a waste, he was a waste with a well-known name. He wasn’t at all similar to the legendary figures with protagonist halos who would unleash their cosmic power when pushed into a desperate situation.
Besides… what kind of protagonist halo could erase the distance from the lowest level Bronze to the immortal realm above legend?
Oran’s cold gaze fell on Ig, and he sneered. Ig felt a chill all over, and undoubtedly, he chickened out.
“Lothel’s disciple… your hesitation is obvious. If you change your mind, I will not stop you.”
Duke Oran’s calm, cold voice came, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. Ig tightened his grip on End, the metal hilt biting into his hand painfully. His peripheral vision couldn’t help but glance at the few girls behind him.
No matter what, he couldn’t block Duke Oran’s revenge. Staying here would only cost him his own life… and he didn’t interact much with these girls.
Ophi G… as the black flame dragon king’s consort, she must have something to protect herself with. As for Elisia… she was beside the Princess of Peka. As the King of the Sacred Sword, he wouldn’t let his own daughter come here to die, would he?
Ig knew that the excuse he found was quite shameless. He suddenly thought of Miss Phoenix, whom he had forgotten, “Lord Oran, what about Miss Verafia—”
“I know the girl you speak of.”
Before Ig could finish his words, he was interrupted. Duke Oran slightly raised his head, but his tone remained unchanged, “Is it that Bl Flame Phoenix? Those who invade my territory naturally have the awareness to pay the price.”
Ig’s expression froze. The End Sword he was holding tilted slightly, and the reflected cold light flashed. The young man raised his azure blue eyes to meet the Blood Race Grand Duke’s gaze.
Compared to his concise and clear actions, Ig’s heart ached immensely, and he resisted the urge to curse the Blood Race Duke’s stubbornness.
He might not care about others, but he wouldn’t dare not care about that Phoenix Miss! If nothing else, just with the flame bound to him, if that little phoenix had any accident, he would be the first to be burned to death!
If Verafia was completely fine, and the girl discovered that her attendant had abandoned her and run away, the consequences… Ig dared not imagine.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, amidst these words, Ig seemed not to realize that he did not want that Phoenix Miss, who stayed by his side and bullied him, to suffer the slightest harm.
Ig took a deep breath, his palm tightly gripping the hilt of End. The sword of the legendary hero of yesteryear seemed to reflect his state of mind, with a radiance flowing from the dim metal.
Both paths seemed to be sure-death options. The young man raised his azure blue eyes to face the Blood Race Duke from a hundred years ago, his eyes showing no trace of indecision, ready… to die with more dignity.
As if scoffing at the young man’s actions, Duke Oran’s cold face revealed a slight curve, “Human, you have made your choice. I am confused, you value life over the inheritance of demigods, yet you place her above your own life and death?”
“Lord Oran, Miss Verafia has a life-saving and recreating grace upon me. Without her, I would not be able to stand before you. Therefore, even you cannot make me abandon her!”
Ig said, looking directly at Duke Oran.
Though terrified to death inside, Ig spoke with the most resolute tone.
Moreover, for Duke Oran, why would he bother talking so much with him if he was just going to crush him like an ant in the end?
At this point, Ig could only secretly hope that what Verafia had said to him earlier was not just a figment of the girl’s imagination.
“Your will is enough for me to treat you accordingly. Heir of Lothel, draw your sword here—”
Duke Oran’s voice came. A smile seemed to appear on his face, and he placed a hand on the bloody long sword.
Suddenly, a mixture of crimson and dark blood-colored, and at the same time, with a faint golden radiance seeping through the threads, energy surged wildly. The already shattered sky was torn to shreds by the storm, and in the background of darkness without light, countless crimson patterns of light flashed brightly.
In the sweeping blood waves and gale, every wisp of pure energy was more than enough to kill a titled Crystal or even a Star level powerhouse. Ig couldn’t help but reach out to cover his eyes.
Duke Oran, standing amidst countless blood rays, placed a hand on his battle sword. Behind him, the material forming the earth melted into tiny light particles in the blazing light, all converging into surging energy. Oran suddenly pressed his arm, and in an instant, a world-ending scene unfolded, everything solidified.
“Use the sword in your hand to defeat me!”
“Me?”
Ig couldn’t help but raise his eyes. A crimson glow ignited in the darkness within his vision, then instantly burned furiously. He grabbed End.
“It’s not about your strength. It only requires your will and your sword!”
Oran’s voice, like a mountain-collapsing, wave-crushing onslaught, came towards him. Ig’s pupils stung sharply. In the vast sea of crimson waves, a sharp, cold sword edge pierced a straight line!
Ig raised his arm, holding End.
Duke Oran stepped in front of Ig. Around him, the ground tiles and stones that couldn’t bear the power instantly turned to dust. A crimson glow lit up in the darkness, and in the next instant, it was shattered by the cold sword edge!
Ig stood on the ground, End blocking the battle sword that cut through everything!
