Chapter 147: Father and son each draw their swords
The holy beast of the earth was cut through with a sword, and the dark curse that was forcibly sealed in the body of the holy beast was no longer restrained, and the fog dispersed in an instant.
Its momentum covers the sky, blocks the clouds and the sun, and flows down the river. The magnificence of the scene is not inferior to that of Xiao Huan, who has regained the posture of a virtual god.
This is the power of the Black Ishmag, which occupies the largest proportion of the "giant steel" and is the power of the strongest riding god.
In the boundless darkness, only Rean Schwarzer and the "Last Hope" in his hands are the only rays of light.
No matter how he is baptized by curses, washed away by darkness, or covered by fog, his brilliance cannot be shaken or his color can be erased.
This is natural. You must know that before coming back, Rean, like Osborn, carried everything about Ishmag, which put his will in danger.
At this time, most of the curse is spreading to the entire empire, and only a small part will affect the "sacrifice" that kills the holy beast due to heart and distance. If it is just a medium pass, it may be dangerous to encounter the Sword Master.
Well, especially this sword master is still "making progress and making further progress" on the path of "nothing"... Levi's bold statement last night is more suitable to be placed here——
"If you want to pollute me, bring at least three times more."
In the darkness, I monologue.
At the end of despair, I hold hope.
At this moment, it is not an exaggeration to say that Rean is a god descending into the world.
Seeing such a scene, the companions were naturally happy and high-fived in celebration.
The students and other collaborators were either surprised or admired, and most of them looked up.
The young man above them was so close to them, yet so far away, so far away that it no longer seemed real.
——Can one person really achieve this level of success?
The one who embraces this kind of emotion most strongly is Cedric.
Looking at all of Semlia, he is the one who envies Rean the most and wants to be like Rean the most.
The greatest emperor of the Anor clan was his father.
I am also impeccable in all aspects, with superb martial arts and outstanding achievements. At a young age, I have become the most watched hero in the empire.
What about Cedric?
Apart from the halo brought by the status of Crown Prince, what else is there?
Therefore, he changed his past weakness and harmlessness, worked hard, practiced swordsmanship, studied, entered Thorz, which Rean had become a legend in those days, formed his own team, and even did not hesitate to use dirty tricks and betray his friends.
Even though my hands are stained with the blood of innocent people, I have to come here, and I have to become a initiator and compete with him on the same stage.
He wants to prove that he, Cedric, is not bad either. You are not the only one who is an outstanding descendant of Drekels, but I am too.
I am the one who can shoulder the future of the empire.
Cedric thought about it more than once, saying this to Rean as a victor.
But in the end, it was all in vain.
I have paid so much and sacrificed so much, but I am not even qualified to be on stage.
All dreams are just a fantasy.
Is my life in vain?
At this moment, Cedric just wanted to find a place where no one was and cry loudly, crying out all the pain and grievances in his heart as well as the patience and hard work of the past two years.
Just when his mental state was approaching its limit and on the verge of collapse, a big hand covered the young man's back, accompanied by a gentle voice:
"It's very uncomfortable. I really want to cry. That feeling of everything collapsing and the whole world being disillusioned. I feel the same -"
After hearing these words, the Crown Prince, who was immersed in his own world and refused all external interference, finally raised his head and looked at the most unpredictable chief among the "Iron-Blooded Sons" whom he had never understood.
"you also--"
"Otherwise?" Rufus asked with a wry smile.
Although it doesn't say much, it is worth a thousand words.
The moment their eyes met, Cedric understood a lot.
Why did this leader of the younger generation of the aristocratic faction, the noblest among nobles, become the chief of the "Iron-Blooded Sons", and why did he firmly support Prime Minister Osborne.
"To tell you the truth, I went to Crossbell to serve as governor because I had the highest probability of getting a ticket there, but I didn't expect my fate..."
Having said this, Rufus raised his head and looked at the other two colors in the darkness, although they were not as shining as Rean, but they never disappeared.
The fastest silver and the eternal gold.
——I’m really envious. If I could control these two powers at the same time, I might have a chance to compete with him.
what a pity.
"Does he... know?" Cedric asked.
"I know." Rufus nodded.
"How did he say?"
"There are many ways to compare and transcend, and I actually have a lot of opportunities."
"It is indeed his consistent style, that is..."
"Well, I'm still not reconciled. But it's useless to be unwilling now. Accepting the reality and moving forward is the only thing we should and can do. Otherwise, I'm afraid we won't even have the chance to see your back in the future."
"You are right, this is the only way." Cedric, who had been keeping his head down like an ostrich, finally raised his head and looked at the young sword master who broke through the darkness with the sword of light. "The stage called 'Xiang Ke' will be left to them.
Well, I think for them, this is not a good thing."
"Not necessarily. I think you might enjoy it." Rufus smiled slightly and moved his gaze from the sky to the ground.
At the end of his gaze, Osborn's right hand reached out, and from the surging darkness, a giant sword that was completely black and red with a strange eye "growing" in the middle, filled with boundless darkness and distortion, condensed.
The prototype of the Last Sword.
The manifestation of Ishmag’s will.
If the Black Riding God is Ishmag's body, then this sword is the core of Ishmag's soul.
The beginning and end that brings boundless despair.
It is exactly opposite to the Last End held by Rean.
Maybe this is fate.
After the dark sword appeared, the darkness in the sky also expanded.
Osborne held the sword in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Let's go together, Ishmag."
"I...thought you would...wait until the end." A voice came from the Dark Sword.
"Waiting is to achieve the goal, and now the goal has been achieved." It means killing the holy beast of the earth, liberating the curse, and spreading it throughout the empire. "It's time to plan for the next 'countermeasures'. The intervention of the Phantom Treasure has increased unplanned consequences."
Variables, the 'Last Hope' is also very concerning."
"Indeed." Alberisi continued, "He clearly used the power of the treasure and did not meet the conditions for killing the holy beast. Why——?"
"Probably the power of the treasure is just a push, rather than a direct intervention, just like you becoming an immortal through Ishmag, and then using your immortal identity to develop the 'Sword of the End'. As for why you can kill the holy beast, I
It is believed that the False God has extracted all the concepts of the end, including Miriam and Altina. They have completely lost the possibility of becoming a 'sword', so this sword exceeds expectations."
Osborn analyzes everything and can become the master of goblins. His attainments in this area are also good. Like his own son, he is also an all-round talent with no shortcomings.
"You... seem to be looking forward to it." Alberisi looked suspicious. Even though he was dehumanized, he felt the abnormality of the contemporary "master".
"Because the ending without any suspense is stable, but also boring. Don't forget, I used to be a warrior, so I naturally look forward to an opponent worth fighting. Ishmag, you were born for fighting, and you will not lose to someone who is not fighting."
It’s a true treasure.”
"Stupid...question, go ahead."
The eyes of the Riding God and the eyes of the Great Sword light up at the same time.