Sacred Blasphemy (3)
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For Tristan Dukedom, Gideon Gailesturd La Tristan, the essence of the world was divided into two things.
What he had to protect and what he could ignore.
The former was his family.
Always.
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Time is on his side.
Thinking so, the Law Emperor casually rested his chin on his hand.
The reason why he never paid attention to whatever others said around him was this. He possessed an invincible combination that could withstand anyone.
“Did I listen well to the advice?”
If the pioneer hadn’t said a word and left, he would probably have chosen a more conventional approach instead of this extreme method.
The Law Emperor himself dealt with the most revered sacred beings in the continent. Even if he personally engaged in battle, he would have likely repelled any considerable threat.
It would have been satisfying for him to defeat someone like Dowd Campbell who caused him trouble.
However, by completely turning all the sacred beings into his “reincarnations” and simply enduring, there were no variables to be created.
Though it’s a bit regrettable that all the internal forces of the Shenghuang Kingdom and the Chimera Legion returned to square one, it is actually just an incidental problem.
As long as the main body awakens, those things are just byproducts that can be recreated at any time.
Thanks to that, he was able to firmly hold the attention of others, and the only attacks he had to withstand here were ones that can be endured somehow if he mobilizes his divine power.
If he had brought even the Gray Demon and a warrior, there might have been a slightly different solution. But in that case, there were also countermeasures he had prepared in his own way.
In that sense, in the current situation, the Law Emperor had the luxury of ridiculing the opponent in his seat no matter what the opponent did.
This is evident when he calmly stays still even after seeing Urias flying towards him like an arrow, thanks to Dowd’s throw right in front of him.
The curse of severance. The powerful curse imbued in that sword relentlessly tormented the Law Emperor’s body. Despite being deeply cut and struck multiple times in a short moment.
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“Is this the formidable finishing blow you prepared with such readiness? Bargain sale?”
As the Law Emperor spoke, Lucien’s divine power flew from the side.
It was dense and powerful, befitting someone referred to as a holy woman, but the Law Emperor didn’t even make an attempt to evade it and just continued sitting quietly.
As expected, the energy dissipates as soon as it approaches his body.
From the beginning, it was the Law Emperor himself who raised those Holmcoulus sisters. He knows best how they manipulate their abilities.
“Pointless endeavor-“
He tried to say with a sneer.
To say he tried to say means there is a reason he couldn’t do it.
“…”
He looked at his chest with displeasure in his eyes.
Normally, the wound should regenerate immediately, but now it remains open and unhealed.
Near the wound, a corrupting force is evident, rotting and hindering regeneration. The power of the brown demon. It must be an ability used by Dawood from the Tacheon’s seal.
“As expected, you can’t handle two at once?”
Those words followed.
“I suspected something strange. There’s no way one can heal all wounds without any significant cost.”
“…”
“I can deflect only one energy at a time. The elixir you’re using right now. Although I almost fully restore the damage caused by it, when the ‘other’ enters, the vulnerability appears elsewhere. Isn’t that right?”
“So?”
The Law Emperor received the words with a bitter laugh.
“What changes just because you know that?”
“A solution has been found. Isn’t that some progress?”
“-Even if you know that, do you have a means to use it immediately?”
The Law Emperor replied dismissively, still looking pitiful.
In fact, during this conversation, his wound had already healed.
Even if attacks of different attributes are mixed together, his defense is nearly invincible. In a situation where the awakening of his true form is imminent, there is no means to defeat him instantly.
“…”
However…
Why does that man seem so confident that he has already won?
This situation belongs to him now. All variables are completely under his control, and nothing can truly threaten him.
“But it seems you don’t think you’ve let your guard down.”
Dawood interrupted, his expression slightly hardened.
“You don’t have the right to think that when you’re already leaving room for complacency.”
Something…
“Something feels strange.
That feeling becomes more concrete.
The eyes of Beophwang quickly scan the surroundings.
The ones around him right now are like his limbs, who have never deviated from his intentions even once when dealing with drugs on a continental scale.
There can be no suspicious individuals within this group. In the first place, the majority of their actions are unknown, as they always return in an instant as soon as it ends.
“So, it’s dark under the lamp.”
If there was one thing Beophwang overlooked.
It is the man named Daoud in front of him.
Finding a gap that even Beophwang’s movements cannot detect.
A long time ago, he planted a dagger that would pierce his heart.
Only to reach this moment.
To deliver this ‘strike.’
“-You should have doubted anything, fool.”
With those words.
One of the guards who had been protecting Beophwang until now changed his posture.
“…!”
Of course, Beophwang’s reaction speed was not slow either. A tremendous divine power surged instantly, pouring out such actions towards the man.
However, such actions only ended with uncovering the ‘disguise’ that the man had been wearing.
As the hood was removed, his face was revealed.
Gideon Gailestead La Tristane.
The Duke Tristan, who has been continuously elusive in his actions, as known.
This person had been infiltrating while pretending to be one of his guards.
“When I sent someone to the Empire, did you really think they would return without any cost?”
Beophwang’s eyes widened upon hearing those words.
Clearly.
Around the time when a civil war seemed to be happening in the Empire, there was a time when he sent people to the palace to observe the situation.
At that time?
“Did you sow this human in that moment, which was nothing more than sending some of your troops for reconnaissance?”
“I told you,” he replied, taking advantage of that astonished moment. “When you don’t know what the other side is hiding, you can’t afford to be complacent.”
The blow fell early.
Very early.
It is said that Duke Tristan, a chief swordsman, split the morning and pushed back the evening.
Previously, Kwon Sung Kasaha broke the sky and changed the landscape with a single stroke.
Those who reach a certain level have committed mythical achievements that distort such ‘concepts’ themselves, with just one attack that proves them.
And right here.
Only for a moment, but there is someone who has honed the power so that it ‘can drop even the sun’ with a single blow.
And such a person.
“…”
Although Duke Tristan’s face is expressionless.
Beneath those pupils, black flames burn, ready to burn themselves to death if necessary for revenge.
Has not the one who made him kill his wife been himself, impossible for someone else?
In the world, people are prone to sacrifice their own lives for just one purpose, and these people can work miracles with very humble strength.
Such power.
In this position now.
It held the one that could even drop the sun.
The sword, pulled out at a speed that the first-class unmanned man who lived through every moment could not even respond to, moved straight.
Although its orbit is extraordinary, the energy contained within it is gruesome.
Like the feeling of demonstrating superhuman power when finding an enemy searching for a lifetime, the kind that makes you tremble.
For ordinary swordsmen, losing their composure and being swallowed up by anger is a language break.
But what about someone who is in such a state?
What if they can reflect on their conscience in the sword beyond just a swordsman?
If they can capture the trick that can even drop the sun and the rage that can even burn their life, what will happen when placed on top of a sword where they can unfold that level to its full potential?
“Now!”
In response to Daud’s command, Uriah and Lucien’s blows were combined again.
Just like the “experiment” earlier, when various attributes are combined, Baek Hwang’s defense weakens when attacked.
The power of Uriah’s disconnection, Lucien’s ability, and the additional magic extracted by Dowd all combine to strike Baek Hwang.
And his defense is divided as he reacts to each attack.
The later attacks become slower to regenerate. They allow damage. The response becomes delayed.
And when such defense weakness reaches its extreme.
The trajectory created by the pouring blow.
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-Possibly.
It was splitting the world in half.
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