Chapter 432: Dialogue Before Darkness
“Revenge against Lancaster and cleansing this decaying world are not opposing matters. But, what you said… a choice?”
The Saintess let out a light laugh on her cheeks, but did not offer further explanation.
She looked at the city shrouded in endless darkness behind the swordsman and suddenly said, “However, Hodrea, you should not have come here.”
“Lady Saintess, are you worried I would disturb your hunting pleasure?”
The young girl gently shook her head, not minding the swordsman’s harsh sarcasm, but instead raised her clear eyes to look at him:
“This is the territory of the Sacred Sword, and Lancaster’s pitch-black sword edge is also hidden within this territory. And, at the end of your sight, Marquis Eggesti of Mays is also watching this city.”
“The King’s Sacred Sword… Humph, Lancaster’s tainted swordsmen merely tarnish the radiance of this sword.”
Hodrea remained silent for a long time, then slowly raised his head: “As for the so-called lord of Mays, Eggesti, after arriving in this land, I have only seen his cowardice and baseness—nothing more than in league with the King of Peka.”
“He is no longer worthy of mentioning that senior’s name.”
The Saintess’s slender eyelashes seemed to be touched by the wind, giving a slight tremor.
“Instead, Lady Saintess… I never imagined that as the Saintess of the ‘Abyss,’ you would travel thousands of miles to personally set foot on this land. Such a thing, I suspect, even your attendant, or perhaps that Witch known as ‘Jealousy,’ would never have expected.”
A subtle ripple touched the air. The pure white maiden remained silent, merely lifting her long lashes slightly, as if tacitly acknowledging his statement.
“Tch. If that’s the case, Lady Saintess, your objective is likely far more than just the rank of that half-dead ancient god… its value is so great that you don’t even care about the fall of ‘Jealousy’?”
As a swordsman of the Abyss, Hodrea could not ignore the ripples caused by the Witch Verafia’s fall under Verafia’s blazing flame.
As the white-haired maiden who was the “Saintess,” her perception should be even clearer than his.
“She indeed fell under the blazing flames… however, as long as this decaying world exists, the name ‘Original Sin’ will be eternally unextinguished.”
Her gentle voice touched the strings of the night sky.
She gently shook her head, her suddenly raised gaze fell upon the swordsman’s face before her, and a gentle smile bloomed on her exquisitely beautiful face, “As for what you asked—indeed, I am also here for that young man.”
The Saintess’s soft voice seemed to freeze the entire space.
Almost simultaneously, in the Church of Light not far from them, two swords clashed abruptly, and the surging abyssal fluctuations seemed to stir up a tempest!
Hodrea’s hair was messed up by the gale, and his gaze suddenly sharpened. He even disregarded the Saintess’s noble identity, placing his hand on his sword abruptly.
“Of course, this is only one of the objectives.”
The supplementary voice continued to come. Her eyes were like a clear lake, and there were no ripples stirred by the gale.
The white Saintess slowly turned around, her gaze also looking into the distance at the Church of Light hidden in the darkness. After a long while, a faint voice, which seemed to be slightly rippling with a surge of emotion, touched the wind.
A soft and beautiful smile seemed to bloom on the maiden’s flawless face.
“Hodrea, don’t worry, I have no ill intentions towards this young man—and, he is also Lot’s brother’s successor.”
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The pitch-black night and the cold wind surged into the Church of Light. The entire building infused with sacred light was torn to shreds by the residual abyssal waves that erupted. High walls collapsed, precious sacred relics decayed, and even the tower of the Holy Spear was hidden in darkness.
Inside the damaged church, the statues of saints and angels were all destroyed, leaving only the光明圣象 before the sacred cross, beneath the tattered holy emblem.
Douglas stepped on the fragments of the carpet stained with dark red blood. The expensive artworks carved with gold and silver were crushed under his feet. The dark abyssal fluctuations remained strong around him, and the Eternal Night Demonic Sun reflected behind him was even more intense, devouring all the light in the world.
Douglas’s magic-distorted face showed a hearty laugh. Opposite him, a deep ravine spread. Igert’s clothes were tattered, his dragon scales shattered, and bright red blood flowed from his wounds, continuously falling to the ground.
He wanted to push himself up with his sword, but the immense pressure of the pitch-black Demonic Sun in space bore down on his shoulders, forcing Igert to kneel on the ground, unable to move. Even all his demonic power and abyssal fluctuations were almost solidified.
“Igert, do you understand the gap between us now! I am the true Son of the Abyss, the true master of the Abyss!”
Douglas laughed wildly, brimming with the complacency of a victor. His gaze looked down condescendingly at Igert, who was half-kneeling on the ground, still struggling to stand up, and suddenly sneered.
“Heh, Young Master Igert, are you still not giving up… what a pity, I won’t give you any more chances!”
Yesterday, in the arena, it was Douglas’s carelessness that allowed Igert to seize the opportunity and completely turn the tide.
Now, Douglas was naturally extremely careful, and would not leave him any chance!
The pressure on Igert’s shoulders suddenly intensified, and the crisp sound of bone breaking was heard, forcefully pressing him to the floor. Igert’s face contorted in pain, and he gritted his teeth tightly, yet could not help but let out a pained sound.
However, even so, Igert still struggled to move his hand, trying to grasp something in his hand.
Douglas’s boots stomped fiercely on Igert’s hand. The sudden pain made Igert’s face twist, almost making him cry out in agony!
“Heh, Young Master Igert, are you still not giving up… let me see what exactly you are trying to find?”
With a decent yet extremely cruel smile, Douglas picked up what Igert was trying to grasp on the floor. It was a stone the size of a thumb, like milky white glass, with exquisite and obscure magic patterns carved on its jade-like cut surface.
Just touching it made Douglas feel a very uncomfortable aura of light at this time.
Igert’s pupils suddenly raised steeply.
This pendant was a gift from Verafia after entering Lorincel. According to the girl, it was enough to block any Platinum Rank attack for Igert simply by wearing it, without even needing Dou Qi or magic power.
Of course, for this gift from Verafia, even at the most critical moment yesterday during the arena competition, Igert had never attempted to use it once.
—Not until it fell off during the battle just now and was picked up by Douglas.
However, one thing Verafia did not tell Igert was that this fragment of the Light Realm Stone, from the God of Light’s realm, had a considerable resistance to the Abyss.
The girl gave it to Igert because she was worried about the abyssal brand on the End Sword Blade in his possession.
