Chapter 253 - 214: Sword God

Chapter 253: Chapter 214: Sword God

His massive form dwarfed the Demon Energy Battle Armor, making it look like a mere infant.

And this colossal size was not just for show.

"ROAR~!"

Just as Zhang Ji had once crushed him with a single finger, Giles now slapped down from the sky.

Violent power surged and poured out. The giant Demon Energy Battle Armor gathered its energy and slashed with its sword.

But beneath this palm, the forty-meter Giant Sword seemed like a toothpick.

It was slapped bent, and the entire armor was smashed into the ground.

"Come, let us fight again today! I will pin you under my five-fingered mountain!"

Giles looked up at the heavens, his spirits soaring.

However, a disdainful chuckle made his hair stand on end. Thankfully, Zhang Ji didn’t actually come down, or Giles would have had to grovel for forgiveness.

Giles tore open Beto Reck’s armor, leaving the person inside behind.

The man was very lucky. Zhang Ji had specifically ordered him to be kept alive. Otherwise, Giles’s slap would have killed him instantly.

...

「Beneath the capital of the Saint Silver Church Country.」

The headquarters of the Crown of Sinful Thorns.

At the end of a long, wide underground passage was a great hall.

Two figures were already waiting there.

One held a book of Magic, his eyes were covered, and he was currently writing something with a pen.

The Third Seat of the Crown of Sinful Thorns, the [Ashen Prophet], Leander Austin.

He was recording the future that was about to happen.

In that future, two swordsmen would kill him.

"Austin, you can toss that divination magic of yours aside. It’s meaningless. The future has never been set in stone."

The one speaking was a Demonic Puppet dressed in a black formal suit and a top hat.

The Second Seat of the Crown of Sinful Thorns, the [Gear Confessor], Gunter Fermat.

It was a Demonic Puppet created by an ancient kingdom seven hundred and fifty thousand years ago. That kingdom had long since been destroyed by the annals of history. Back then, Demigods did not yet reside high in their Divine Countries and still controlled the mortal realm. A battle between Demigods over faith had destroyed that nation.

It, too, was buried.

It was only unearthed a few hundred years ago.

As they were talking, they saw the two arriving swordsmen.

Ling Xuzi and Dugu Yunfeng were both flying at great speed and arrived at almost the same time.

However, Ling Xuzi had won.

In terms of pure flight speed, Ling Xuzi was indeed slightly faster.

"Senior Brother, I won," Ling Xuzi said with a smile.

"Let’s compete again. We’ll see who can finish their opponent faster," said Dugu Yunfeng.

Ling Xuzi gladly agreed.

Immediately, the two Sword Cultivators attacked at nearly the same time.

Ling Xuzi faced Leander.

Leander had already foreseen the trajectory of every streak of Sword Gang.

Magic Power surged from his body as crystal Shields materialized one after another in an attempt to defend himself.

The Seven Tribulation Sword thrust out and disintegrated mid-air, instantly turning into a billion fragments. In a flash, it shattered the Shields and diced Leander into dust, utterly destroying his life—just as the ending written in his book of prophecies foretold.

After the [Final Tribulation], the Seven Tribulation Sword was severely damaged. Now, reborn from destruction, Ling Xuzi had grasped the principle his master once taught him: that one is ten thousand.

Meanwhile, sparks flew from Gunter as he faced Dugu Yunfeng. It couldn’t even locate the body of the sword. The high-grade demonic steel it was made from was pierced by the Sword Gang, which then precisely severed every one of its energy-Gathering nodes, leaving it utterly unable to resist. In the end, this masterpiece of an ancient civilization fell silent once more, reduced to scrap metal.

Ling Xuzi looked at Dugu Yunfeng. This time, they had finished their battles at almost the same moment, but Dugu Yunfeng was the victor, as his opponent had been stronger in terms of power level.

...

「Saint Silver Church Country’s Royal Palace.」

Nangong Zhiqing and Mo Ye had already brought the Pope, two Grand Bishops, and two Church Knights under Control.

Facing these fraudulent S-ranks, even they could handle them with ease. It wasn’t difficult at all.

...

...

「Outside the gloomy temple.」

Zhang Ji arrived.

Two figures blocked the entrance.

One wore a suit of Demon Energy Battle Armor forged from Mithril. He had short, golden hair and a dignified appearance.

The First Seat of the Crown of Sinful Thorns, the [Sword of Light and Shadow], Mikhail Andrews.

Besides being a member of the Crown of Sinful Thorns, he was also the current Sword Saint of the Swordsman Guild, widely acknowledged as the pinnacle of Combat Power in the world.

The other was completely shrouded in shadow, their appearance indistinct.

The Twelfth Seat of the Crown of Sinful Thorns, [Faceless Shadow].

He was another avatar of the God of Light, a sort of spare body.

At this very moment, inside the temple, the Lord of Entropy, realizing something was wrong, was already preparing for an incarnation ritual.

Even though he lacked sufficient faith and the fusion was incomplete, he dared not wait any longer.

In the Divine Realm, his main body had already encountered the enemy and was likely no match for them.

’This enemy is thoroughly prepared. I even feel like they might be a Saint Spirit sent by the True God who killed the Divine Emperor back then, here to eliminate any future threats.’

The more he thought about it, the more certain he became. His only thought was to hurry and complete the ritual, then flee with the entire world.

Zhang Ji sized up the two figures before him.

’The Faceless Shadow is a Demigod’s avatar, needless to say. I can count him as a pseudo-SS-rank.’

’As for Mikhail, he’s a top-tier legend among mortals.’

’He should have Combat Power on par with Ling Xuzi.’

"I’ll give you a chance. You can make one sword strike," Zhang Ji said with a faint smile.

He was in no hurry. This was a two-front war. The one here was only a part of himself; another part was in the Divine Realm, killing the God of Light’s main body.

Mikhail did not feel that Zhang Ji was insulting him. A powerhouse of this caliber indeed had the right to say such things.

"This sword strike is named [Godslayer]."

Mikhail’s hand grasped the hilt of his sword.

He was once defeated by the Lord of Entropy. The Lord of Entropy promised him one chance to challenge him each year. Thus, he became the Lord of Entropy’s subordinate, honing his Sword Skill day after day, hoping that one day he could defeat the Lord of Entropy.

It had been one thousand four hundred and fifty-six years.

A total of one thousand four hundred and fifty-six challenges, with not a single victory.

But he had now comprehended the Divine Realm.

He had learned... a way to slay a god.

Silently, the sword left its sheath. Seeking cause and effect, it slashed toward Zhang Ji.

This strike truly stepped into the divine Domain; it was a sword that could not miss.

Even Zhang Ji couldn’t help but feel a little surprised by this strike.

’To be able to deliver such a strike means he’s qualified to take the next step. In terms of realm, he might even be a cut above Ling Xuzi and Dugu Yunfeng.’

’A world rich in resources truly does have a higher ceiling.’

Seeing this strike, Zhang Ji had another idea. He extended his right hand, brought two fingers together like a sword, and struck. Though he moved second, he landed first, intercepting the attack mid-path and completely stopping the sword that could not miss.

Attack them mid-stream.

A dazed and incredulous look flashed in Mikhail’s eyes.

If Zhang Ji had used greater power to counter his strike, he would not have been in this state.

But Zhang Ji had used a Sword Skill.

A superior Sword Skill that, despite moving second, struck first and broke his own.

"Want to learn? I can teach you," Zhang Ji said with a faint smile.

A Buddhist light of conversion radiated from Zhang Ji, adding an immense sense of persuasiveness out of thin air. At this moment, as Mikhail’s conviction shattered, a new deity took root in his mind.

A Sword God!

He would be utterly loyal to that deity, willing to give even his life!