Chapter 682 Chapter 140 Night and Fire
The burning Black Flame Fire, in addition to its high temperature, was like a pitch-black night, sweeping and scorching, spreading over the sword light of the End of the Cycle.
“This is—”
The Knight Commander’s gaze flickered with surprise. The trace of the young man’s sword swing, in the gaps of the sky and space, was filled with faintly burning black flames, and even he couldn’t help but feel threatened.
However, the raised spear blade did not hesitate for a moment, and stabbed towards the young man’s throat!
“Rumble!”
Before the sword light of the Black Flame, the light of the spear and halberd pierced through, and with a loud bang, the rippling black flame luster fell upon the great hall of the Inquisition, causing many nearby priests and soldiers to let out mournful screams.
Even the Knight Commander’s metal armor was imprinted with a momentary sword mark, and black fire ignited, even burning his arm!
However, in the next moment, the spear aura pierced through the black flame, and the dim flame light was extinguished by an unstoppable force.
The End of the Cycle clashed with the great halberd, and with a crisp sound, all the magic of the long sword was extinguished, and it was almost twisted and broken by the immense force.
As the next wave of aftermath rushed towards him, Ig, who had swung his sword with all his might, had no strength to parry. He spat out a mouthful of black blood heavily, and fell to the ground, corroding the solid stone.
Boom boom —! !
The explosive sound did not erupt until the next moment. Ig was sent flying backward by the unstoppable force transmitted from the great halberd, smashing into the wall of the high tower. The solid wall instantly collapsed, and a cold wind blew, revealing the starry sky.
Ig fell to the ground powerlessly, kneeling on one knee.
The young man’s chest caved inward, and as white broken bones pierced out from behind him, more than half of his flesh and blood had been evaporated, leaving only a bloody, dark, gaping hole, a horrifying sight to behold.
Trist Horn did not bother with the black flames burning on his armor. He stepped on the ground, and the firelight spreading on the floor was instantly extinguished. He indifferently raised his head, and at a distance of one spear’s length, the black-haired young man was struggling to stand up.
Even he had to admire the other’s talent and tenacity.
However, Trist also did not doubt that even with his weakened spear strike, it would undoubtedly pierce his chest and crush his heart.
Even if this young man’s heritage was strange, it was still not crystal rank, and there was a vast difference between him and him. As long as he pierced his heart—
Suddenly, Trist’s pupils widened.
The flesh and blood on Ig’s damaged chest surged, and he was rapidly healed by a black power that he could not fathom, as if it were death.
At the same time, dark demonic energy surged, and the black-haired young man’s power, along with his own life level, climbed steadily, actually breaking through the platinum limit in this instant!
The iron-grey pupils suddenly shrank, and Trist felt a sense of unease. He immediately stopped hesitating, re-gripped the spear and halberd he had swung, and with flickering lightning, like a storm of thunder, he stabbed directly at the young man!
However, Ig had already stood up. Dark demonic energy swirled around him, and the black ripples that spread out caused the flowers and plants outside the broken wall to wither. He immediately raised his left hand and clenched it heavily.
An incredibly obscure ripple lit up in space.
White light shone in the young man’s hand, and he pressed it back, grasping a phantom of a sword edge. Between the dark demonic energy and the deathly stillness, the sword phantom was pure white and immaculate, unstained by any filth.
Verafia, who was using a magic scroll to dodge Count Hyde’s attack, turned her cheek in surprise.
However, what the young girl was paying attention to was not Ig’s promotion to crystal under the power of death and night, nor was it completely about Anderdun’s inaction, that he could withstand this Star, Trist.
More importantly, it was the short sword that Ig held.
This was a sword she would never be unfamiliar with.
Verafia looked at the golden eyes in disbelief. “This phantom… is part of the Sacred Sword?”
In a flash of lightning, the black-haired young man pulled out the short sword with one hand. In the next moment, Trist’s spear aura fell, and the tip of the halberd struck the short sword, and suddenly a dazzling light enveloped it, receiving the full blow of a Star!
The spear blade pierced all the way down, and cracks spread across the pure white phantom of the Sacred Sword, which then shattered into pieces. However, the Knight Commander’s pupils shrank tightly, and there was no joy on his face.
He saw that after resisting, Trist’s full-force attack did not make Ig take a step back. Instead, in his right hand, the sword edge of the End of the Cycle was raised again, and the crystal’s demonic power poured in, reflecting a cold light amidst the swirling deathly blackness.
Facing a young swordsman, Ig, who had only just broken through to crystal, Trist actually felt a trace of fear, and instinctively wanted to pull out his spear blade to resist.
However, the sword in Ig’s hand had already ignited flames. But it was not the black flames that had been fused before. On the End of the Cycle sword, one side was ignited with gorgeous golden flames, and the other side was pitch-black like the night.
Night and fire appeared on the young man’s sword.
Clang —
The sword edge of the End of the Cycle was drawn up, and the golden raging fire and the pitch-black night seemed to spread infinitely on the sword edge.
The black-haired young man raised his eyes, reflecting the Knight Commander’s shock. In the pure azure blue, he seemed to see through all of the opponent’s demonic power and all of his moves.
A streak of bright light flashed, and then, the bursting brilliance startled everyone, engulfing the Knight Commander!
—
There was no sound, as if the stunning flames in the sword light were just burning silently in the night.
It was as if with this sword, everything was frozen into eternity, and even the fading sword light went unnoticed by anyone.
The End of the Cycle slashed down on the armor that the Knight Commander had raised to block, but on the ground, along the trace of the sword light, it extended, leaving fine sword marks on the ground, and heavy blood poured down like thin rain.
The nascent domain surrounding Trist, and even the defense condensed by the Star’s powerful demonic power, were divided into two without obstruction. The long sword cut into his armguard, but his entire figure seemed to have been cut by the sword light, his armor broken, and blood flowed from the wounds.
The sharp edge of the End of the Cycle, remaining with the light of fire and night, was imprinted on the Knight Commander’s wounds.
Space and sound became silent at this moment, as if Trist’s soul had been killed by this sword.
— But Ig knew that this was just an illusion.
He could feel a trace of ice-blue chill pass over the body that the long sword had cut, and then, after being protected, Trist’s will began to tremble, ready to break free from the cage at any moment.
“Even like this, I couldn’t kill him…”
Ig’s dry lips uttered a sound. However, he was not too disappointed.
Trist Horn was a renowned Star expert, and he was not far from the domain of the Saint Rank, let alone the trace of coldness from the Frost Calamity hidden within his body.
To kill him with that one sword was asking too much… Even for his Young Lady, Ig wasn’t sure she could do it.
