Chapter 115: Warrior

Chapter 115: Warrior

“Attack!”

Hearing the Chief’s command, Derrick froze for an instant. Then, by instinct, he spread his arms.

During that brief movement, his vision suddenly blurred. From his throat came a sound suppressed to the extreme, low to the extreme.

A sphere of light covered in sacred flames descended from nowhere, swallowing the figures of the Dark Angel Sasrir and Colin Iliad at the same time.

Before the radiance could burst apart, Derrick drew his arms back. In his palms, he condensed a blazing-white, pure Spear of No Darkness.

Amid crackling sounds, the lance of light pierced through the sacred flames and struck the evil spirit’s head with perfect accuracy.

Brilliant, blinding light exploded all at once, covering that entire area. Even Klein, who was in the midst of reining in his mad thoughts, was too close to avoid it. He couldn’t help shutting his eyes and twisting his face, feeling one Spirit Worm after another evaporate, feeling the connection not yet fully established between the Blasphemy Slate and the True Creator’s corruptive power be purified by a considerable degree.

In the place where it seemed a sun had risen, the figure of the Dark Angel Sasrir appeared faintly. Amid the blazing-white radiance and sacred flames, He twisted and swayed, dimming and dissolving away.

Then the shadows that had covered the walls, stone pillars, and floor tiles began to collapse, revealing inch after inch of orange-red light.

This palace, hidden within the Giant King’s residence and existing alongside the real world, had finally lost the power that allowed it to continue existing. It could no longer isolate the outside world’s influence.

It also meant that the special evil spirit, severed from the Chaos Sea, had truly been purified.

Just as the shadow palace began to crumble but had yet to fully disintegrate, an invisible power finally pierced through the barrier and descended in a small measure. The corrupted portions gathered inside Klein suddenly became far more active.

They protruded from Klein’s chest and turned into a mass of pitch-black flesh.

That flesh immediately detached from Klein’s body, cutting off all invisible connections between them. It rapidly wriggled, grew, and transformed into a giant shadowy hand. Following the illusory “light” connecting itself to the first Blasphemy Slate, it grabbed toward that item.

At the same time, in the dream world of the ruins of the divine war, before the projection of the Giant King’s residence.

Amon wore a pointed soft hat and a classical black robe. Seated on a tall grayish-white railing, with His back to the orange-red road that divided the sea of clouds, He leisurely watched the grayish-blue doors studded with golden nails. No one knew how long He had been waiting there.

Suddenly, He adjusted the monocle over His right eye, lightly leapt down from the railing, and arrived before the doors of the Giant King’s residence projection.

“The power of the Chaos Sea is beginning to recede. I can use that bug to enter directly…” Amon murmured with a smile as He stretched out His right hand and pressed it against the projection of the door.

His figure then softened, losing all sense of substance, and flowed like light into the door.

…

Somewhere on the battlefield in Backlund.

Crestet Cesimir, with short golden-brown hair and dark green eyes, knelt on one knee. Before him, he had planted a pure white bone sword less than a meter long, using it to support himself.

His body was covered in hole after hole with charred edges, and cracks ran through his torso. His teeth had protruded one by one, turning sharp like those of a beast.

The Senior Deacon of the Nighthawks, his consciousness already beginning to blur, struggled to move his gaze away from the weakened enemy not far away and look up at the sky.

Orange-red twilight had partially invaded the deep night.

Crestet Cesimir tried with all his might to pull out the bone sword and rise to fight, to fulfill…