The so-called power is a very simple yet very complex word.
It is said to be simple because everything in the world can be called power, the magic of the mage, the anger of the warrior, the holy light of the paladin, the death aura of the death knight, etc., and even the firearms knocked out by engineers with a wrench.
Artillery and bombs can all be used to protect oneself or cause harm to others. They can all be called power.
It is said to be complicated because among the forces that are so complicated and encompassing endless systems, it is difficult for you to find a benchmark for comparison. Delicate human beings will suddenly burst out with unimaginable power due to changes in emotions, such as saving children.
Children, or individuals with great strength who are trying to protect themselves in desperate situations, will also be easily killed by much weaker enemies due to the collapse of their will.
Power is not static, especially when it appears on a life body that is easily shaken, power takes on an elusive state.
This is why many creatures fear power... In many cases, uncontrolled and powerful power that lacks awe means horrific destruction, the coming of destruction, and the end of civilization, but it can also be used for protection.
There is no distinction between good and evil in power, just like a sword will never commit a crime on its own initiative. Its results depend more on the will of the user.
"clang"
Violent sparks burst out between the two special-shaped long swords. Between the high-speed friction of the sharp sword blades, even the usually stable space was cut into fleeting black cracks. This is a powerful sign.
When it reaches a certain level, it will break through the shackles of the world environment and even easily change the terrain of the battlefield.
"Pa"
Lothar's jaws shook violently, and a stinging pain came from his fingers, causing the human emperor to sheath his sword and retreat. The bricks and stones under his feet were blown back by the aftermath of the energy, and the soil under his feet also alternated between cold and hot.
Suddenly, he became extremely fragile. Lothar looked back, and around the battlefield where he and Tyrion fought, an arc cut by the escaping momentum was clearly visible.
The cut black soil is like some kind of warning, dividing the battle circle between the two people from the outer battlefield. Anyone who dares to cross this arc, whether living or undead, will be trapped in the battle circle.
The chaotic momentum was cut into pieces.
The black and fiery red energy sparks were fighting in every inch of the air, annihilating and exploding, showing strange halos in all directions, just like their masters, like wild beasts locked in a cage, because of each other
With his own will and mission, the final outcome can only be to fight to the death.
This is a battle between the strongest of human civilization and the Dark Blade Legion. It is a collision between two civilizations. It does not allow a third party to disrupt it. The meaning hidden under this battle is more important than the battle itself.
Solemn and heavier.
"By the standards of the living, you are already pretty good."
Tyrion waved his left hand down, and the howling Ashbringer hung low at the side of the Dark Blade King. He stretched out his hand to extinguish the fire of power ignited everywhere on the armor. The power that was embodied and belonged to the warrior
The source of it is not ordinary fire, it is more inclined to the flame of the elements. To be more precise, it is the attack method evolved from Lothar's tenacious fighting spirit. This flame can only be ignited when holding the War Destroyer.
"This should be the ability of the War Destroyer..."
Tyrion moved his fingers and looked at Lothar and the brass-colored sword in his hand that was already wrapped in scorching flames. He said softly:
"It is indeed a legendary sword. It gives you new power."
"It gives me more than just strength!"
Lothar changed the buzzing sword to his other hand, and swung his left hand outward. Drops of blood like magma dripped from the cracked wound in the tiger's mouth. The blood fell into the air.
It was ignited in an instant and turned into little sparks that dissipated, as if it was not a liquid of life, but more like some kind of fuel.
"It also gave me a mission..."
The emperor held the battleship with both hands and held the sword blade like a pillar of fire in front of him. He took a deep breath and put out of his mind the screams, lamentations and heroic cries of killing coming from the battlefield around him.
Your own will and spirit reach their purest state.
Tyrion tilted his head, curiosity sparkling in his eyes, but he did not stop the attack. Giving the enemy sufficient preparation time on the battlefield was completely seeking his own death. His figure was like black lightning in the narrow space.
Back and forth in the battle circle, the powerful shadow blade brought out by the Ashbringer's blade whizzed, sharply destroying everything on the battlefield.
Those sharp sword blades grazed Lothar's body, tore open the human emperor's armor, and left wounds after wounds on his body, but they were never able to interrupt Lothar's ongoing ritual, regardless of Tyrion.
No matter how much he slashed with his sword, those wounds would always be healed quickly by the flow of the emperor's hot blood.
"The moment I held this sword and killed the beast from the abyss in the tomb of my ancestors, I understood the meaning of the inheritance of the War Destroyer... I once had a brief communication with the soul of my ancestors.
"
Lothar took a deep breath, as if he had completed some kind of ritual, and a hot breath burst out from the human emperor's body. Tyrion's eyes narrowed, and the Sarain instinct surged in his body.
, he could clearly see that the blood flowing in every blood vessel of Lothar was emitting scorching energy, as if it was ignited.
"The souls of my ancestors told me that when I took over the Sword of the Empire, a heavy mission also fell on my shoulders."
Lothar took a step forward. The huge and invisible force lifted up the earth, soil, stones, and grass stems around his body. Everything under his feet was oppressed and decomposed. The sudden strong wind pressure, that
The invisible wind blade that cut through gold and jade forced the Dark Blade King, who was crisscrossing back and forth, out of the area near Lothar.
The human emperor raised his head, his eyes seemed to be burning with beating fire, and his voice became as sonorous as a weapon.
"The end of the emperor is to burn himself and light up the future for the empire..."
"Tyrion, King of the Dark Blade, do you know that when I stepped into this battlefield, I didn't even think about...being able to come back alive! Do you want to see the real War Destroyer?"
"Very good... then as you wish..."
"哐"
Lothar's body jumped up, and with roars mixed with pain, he held the sword with both hands, like a giant who wanted to break the world, pouring all his strength into the long sword, fighting against the War Destroyer.
Amidst the endless buzzing, he slashed the sword blade towards the Dark Blade King in front of him.
The latter felt the power of this sword, but he did not choose to retreat. Instead, he held the Ashbringer in his hand. Between the black cloak floating and the dazzling sword shadow flickering, the two weapons once again
Collide together.
"boom"
The light of dark red and flames burst out at this moment, like a small sun rising in the center of the battlefield, and the moment the sword blade came into contact, Tyrion's charging body was forcibly stopped in place.
, the moment he felt something bad happened, Lothar flipped his wrist, and the burning sword hit his body like a war hammer, and a brute force that destroyed everything also burst out at this moment.
The Dark Blade King was caught off guard as if he was pushed hard to the ground by a big hand falling from the sky. The force from Lothar's blade was ten times greater than the previous collision.
The blood all over the Dark Blade King's body was frozen at this moment. He strengthened his power again, and the huge death energy escaped from his back, reorganizing into two dark bat wings, and fine dark red lightning flashed in the air.
He moved his body around, trying to block the blow, but...
"哐"
The Dark Blade King knelt down on one knee in embarrassment. The moment his knee hit the ground, the entire battle circle filled with death energy and fire of power seemed to be pushed deeper into the ground by an invisible big hand. The surroundings of the two
The earth was squeezed downward by at least 3 meters in painful groans. Under the crushing force of this extreme force, an irregular circular depression appeared on the battlefield.
The surging earthquake swept across the entire battlefield at this moment, causing both sides fighting fiercely around to turn their attention to the center of the battlefield.
"Click, click, click"
Every piece of armor on Tyrion's body trembled under the crushing force of that terrifying force. He knelt on one knee, holding the hilt of the sword in his left hand, and holding the Ashbringer's sword in his right hand, almost blocking Lothar.
With a fatal blow, the muscles on his cheeks twitched, and his dark blue eyes stared fixedly at the human emperor in front of him, whose whole body was ignited with the fire of power.
The latter was ignited, and every drop of blood in his old body was burning from the inside out. The flame from the inside out embellished Lothar into a flame giant, and he breathed out scorching fire of power.
, just like the king of barbarians fighting against heaven and earth in ancient mythology, between shouts and roars, he held the War Destroyer in both hands and waved the long sword that had completely turned into a torch in a circle in the air, and once again struck fiercely.
Smashing towards the Dark Blade King in front of him.
The scorching and whistling sword wind evoked a terrifying flame storm around the two of them, trapping the two of them and also blocking the space for Tyrion to dodge.
"Tyrion! Do you feel it?"
Lothar screamed his last war cry, and as the blood in his body burned, his body became illusory every second. The moment the invincible power he had gained at the cost of his life dissipated, Lothar
This name will also disappear with the wind...
"This is human civilization, this is the weight of my civilization!"
This is the true ability of the War Destroyer, igniting everything in the brave warrior, giving him brute force as powerful as a god, and completely crushing the enemies who block the empire's progress into powder.
"哐"
Before the sword blade arrived, Tyrion's hair was blown wildly by the scorching breath that hit his face. The Dark Blade King gritted his teeth, and without saying a word, he mobilized all the soul power in his body, and the cold
The aura of death wrapped around his body, like the deepest darkness, covering his whole body. He wanted to stand up to fight, but Lothar's indomitable and sacrificial attack momentum killed him.
pressed to the ground.
"Bang"
The energy aftermath visible to the naked eye spewed out in all directions, like a galloping horse. Wherever the noisy and wild energy aftermath went, the two sides were brutally separated in the fierce battle. Whether they were humans or the dead, they were all
Rushing to the ground, the two emperors unreservedly burst out energy and majesty across the battlefield, suppressing all malicious and hostile beings to the ground and preventing them from entering.
At the last moment of the long battle between the two, Lothar seemed to have once again broken through the limitations of living beings, using his life body to suppress the powerful Dark Blade King in all aspects of the battle for the first time.
The heavy sword blade like a war hammer struck the Ashbringer's blade amid the roar of endless thunder and fire. Tyrion's raised arms made an overwhelming crackling sound the moment the sword blade came into contact.
The sword blade pressed down the Ashbringer bit by bit, and the hot and sharp long sword fell on Tyrion's shoulder, easily cutting through his dark armor and cutting into his body, surrounded by the madness of dark spiritual power.
, that fiery sword almost cut the Dark Blade King in half.
Victory seems within reach!
but...
"Pa"
The five fingers entwined with low darkness tightly grasped the falling blade. As Lothar watched, under the unshakable force, the embarrassed Tyrion stood up bit by bit, staggering but
But as steady as a mountain, his fingers were clasped on the burning sharp blade, preventing the long sword from continuing to destroy his body. In the other hand, the black orb behind the dim Ashbringer blade had dissipated, replaced by
The deep power lingering around the Dark Blade King.
"Is this the real War Destroyer?"
Tyrion moved his neck and looked at Lothar, whose figure was becoming illusory little by little in the burning of blood. Tyrion's voice was like a floating catkins in the darkness:
"I saw it...I felt it."
"The civilization you protect...is indeed very heavy, but unfortunately...you are too old."
"Bang"
The Ashbringer roared and waved, hitting Lothar's clenched wrist from bottom to top, forcibly severing the connection between the human emperor who sacrificed himself and the War Destroyer. The moment the War Destroyer left his hand, Lothar
The flames around him subsided, and the human emperor staggered back several steps. He seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant. The wrinkles spread all over his cheeks, and his always bright eyes also became
becomes turbid.
His life was like a candle in the wind. In the final battle, the resurrection of War Destroyer had completely burned out Lothar's little life.
"Shua"
The Imperial Sword, which had become cold and dim, was pulled out from the wound by Tyrion, and the death-soaked blood escaped from the wound, freezing everything around it.
The dim sword of the Empire was inserted aside. Tyrion covered his wound and looked at Lothar, who was weak and sitting cross-legged. He did not kill the killer immediately. While the death energy repaired the body injury, he whispered softly.
Asked:
"Why are you so desperate? Even at the risk of annihilating everything in yourself... Do you know that while this sword ignites your blood and life, it is also burning your soul..."
"I know."
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the old and tired Lothar raised his head with difficulty and smiled at Tyrion:
"The ancestor told me everything. He warned me that only in a truly critical moment can the ability of the War Destroyer be unlocked, but... look around, if I hold this Imperial Sword, I am doomed.
Then it must be used at this moment... As for why you fight so hard?"
"Haha, isn't this what it should be?"
The human emperor took a quick breath. He looked at his hands. At the moment when his life and soul began to escape, his flesh and blood became illusory, and a layer of ashes-like light spots flew away from his flesh and blood.
, which means that Lothar's existence is coming to an end, but even if he is sitting cross-legged like an old man, the awe-inspiring aura belonging to the emperor still lingers.
After a moment of silence, Lothar said calmly:
"Because this is my empire and these are my people. If I don't fight for them, who will?"
"Because I, like you, have to respond to the expectations of those who follow me! That's all..."
"You used to be the one who dared to face the astral mage and the bronze dragon as a mortal, weren't you also so desperate?"
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