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"Hahahaha!!! Hahahaha—!!! That's right, this feeling of shared glory, hehe, even my Abyss Will has become more active than ever before... That's right, we succeeded!"
"The demons of the abyss have descended upon this world!!!"
The will of the abyss laughed wildly within him.
The frantic commotion brought Lak back to his senses, and he pulled his gaze away from Shana, who had fallen into the deep pit.
Sensing the amplified power of the abyss, his eyes flashed: "Abyssal Demon, summoned successfully..."
This also shows.
Mino's blood has stained the altar red.
He no longer needed to witness it with his own eyes; the perception of "darkness" had already proven that his plan had succeeded at this moment.
Mino is dead.
"Really? He finally succeeded? He's finally dead...?"
As he murmured, Lak's tense face relaxed, and even his thinning hairline and the deep furrows of his brow smoothed out.
Despite being enveloped in darkness, Lak's face seemed to glow with trembling hope.
"Finally! It's all over! That shadow that haunted me for ten long years, that anomaly that shouldn't have existed in this world!!!"
His chest heaved violently, and his voice distorted in the air, sounding like a scream of joyful tears or a cheer of extreme sorrow. Crystalline tears slid down Lark's aged face, evaporating into charred crystals by the dark flames.
Lak looked up at the sky and uttered a sigh of emotion more pure than any praise:
"—Ah! Mino! Die!"
His withered, overlapping fingers divided the shadows on his face, his hair was disheveled as if in a frenzy, and the smile on Lark's lips could no longer be suppressed, curving wildly across his cheeks:
"It's over, it ...... It's over, no, it's not over yet..."
A gaze, almost manic, drooped downwards, dark eyes filled with a gleeful glint as they surveyed the red-haired figure struggling to his feet.
"There's just one last step left, the step to erase the last stain on my life..."
There was no longer any hatred or fear in his tone.
Lak's gaze was compassionate yet indifferent, like that of a kind old man, as he looked at the girl who shared the same blood as that person. Malice naturally spilled from his words:
"Since Mino is dead, and your brother is dead, then I'll send you down... to see him as well."
A dense killing intent erupted from within him, causing the shadow of the abyss to stretch to the horizon.
Lak knew this was the step to completely eradicate the last vestige of darkness from his heart, and he uttered the name with a dark and cruel smile:
“Shana Lake—”
It was as if goddesses were bestowing gifts upon him.
In this desolate demon realm, he could kill the hero without any scruples, leaving no trace of suspicion.
A gaze imbued with evil intent descended from the heavens.
The red-haired hero felt the undisguised, overwhelming, and ferocious killing intent surging towards him. His body trembled as he gripped the holy sword tightly.
"That is... the Demon King."
An unprecedented fear seeped into my bones, and the icy chill almost froze my boiling blood.
That evil, far surpassing anything in the world, made Shana realize for the first time how small and powerless she was.
A clear realization resonated from the depths of my heart: it was an existence I could never rival, and had absolutely no chance of winning against.
Her crimson eyes were even more acute than the senses of a warrior. She took in the shadow that filled the sky, and warm yet chilling tears of blood flowed down her cheeks as if pierced by her own eye sockets.
Something seemed to be trembling deep within his pupils.
Blood dripped onto the pitch-black blade, slowly absorbed and dissolved. The holy sword, already lost in thought, sensed the emotions surging into its body, and its voice grew increasingly pale:
"My lord...why..."
A fearful gaze pierced through Darkfriar's body, but it was no longer fixed on the terrifying, despair-inducing shadow high in the sky.
Darkfrey raised the hilt of his sword, gazing at his master with an unprecedented tremor in his voice, as if looking at a monster:
"Why... are you laughing?... My Lord?"
Goosebumps erupted all over her body; every muscle in Shana's body was trembling. Her crimson eyes were tinged with blood, but they remained firmly fixed on the shadows high above.
Darkfrey's voice entered his mind.
Shana's smile froze on her face. She lowered her head, her expression reflected in the smooth, gleaming black blade.
It was a fighting spirit filled with boundless excitement, burning with endless fighting will, like a moth drawn to a flame.
it is true.
She is laughing.
The fervor in Shana's eyes faded, as if suppressed deep within her pupils. Shana's trembling body stopped shaking. Her body was still cold, and her soul was still trembling, but at the same time, a strange excitement surged within her...
She was afraid, but even more so, she was looking forward to it—
Shana finally understood that her mind was indeed not quite right.
Becoming a hero, traversing the path of the hero, heading to the Demon King's castle, rescuing Mino... all her actions, hints, and stated goals along the way were, in reality, just a grand-sounding excuse.
Her desires seemed endless, reaching all the way to the other side that devoured everything.
From beginning to end, she had only one goal.
Shana's voice trembled violently in the air, but the fear in her words burned away completely:
"I want to become... a demon slayer—"
Chapter 351 ['One-Slash' Hero vs. 'Abyss' Archmage]
Black flames rolled and spread through the clouds, swallowing up the last glimmer of light through the dark gaps.
The temperature in the arena was dropping at a frantic rate, with the cold, desolate atmosphere of the dark filling the space.
Inside the deep pit, only a small flame was still flickering.
“There’s no need to hold back anymore… Darkfried.” A scorching breath escaped from her lips, turning into a deep, white mist. Shana raised her crimson eyes and gripped the black blade tightly in her hand:
"Use that move!"
Darkfrey felt a jolt at the tip of the knife; he knew this moment had finally come. His voice trembled as he said, "You...you mean..."
"Ah, that's right."
A deep female voice filled the air.
As the black flames completely devoured the temperature of the sky, dense, fine black snowflakes fell from the heavens. The pure black snow, carrying the most concentrated and evil crystals, transformed into a black storm that enveloped the entire world.
A black blizzard swept across the entire demon realm! Bringing with it a chilling and destructive aura!!!
The world seemed to fall into chaos, and in the next instant, from the deepest core of that chaos, an unprecedentedly intense light erupted—
Black and white light shot into the sky, carrying the purest hues, melting away the surrounding black snow completely. A trace of warmth returned to the earth, unleashing a life-giving force as if the world had been created anew! It abruptly cleaved a corner of the pitch-black blizzard!
"That is……"
High in the sky, Lak's dark eyes flickered.
The power Shana unleashed at this moment was much stronger than he had expected.
When he awoke amidst the ruins of the Round Tower, he had already examined the blessing within Shana's body.
That weak, pitiful protection, so unlike her terrifying brother, and the mere presence of a single blessing, completely put his mind at ease, allowing him to separate her from Mino and treat them as separate entities.
But right now, for some reason, he saw a resemblance to that monster in the red-haired girl once again.
"That is……"
Sensing the increasingly terrifying atmosphere in the arena, Lak realized that he had underestimated the power of the protective aura within Shana. He murmured aloud.
The intense heat, reaching its limit, transformed into a storm of light and darkness, crashing down from the earth and colliding violently with the annihilating snowstorm, generating countless annihilating shockwaves that shattered both the sky and the earth!
During the performance, the girl's voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth:
"One-Sword Style... Blessing—!"
……
Strength was gathering, blood was boiling, and the girl's flesh and blood seemed to be being reconstructed.
Solely to withstand the immense power brewing within his body, unleashing three times its original strength under such extreme conditions!
In an instant, Lak felt the abyssal power within his body tremble slightly, a chaotic aura born from the girl's body.
That aura, so powerful it seemed to govern the very rules, surpassed the authority of all the Darkborn in this world, and was infinitely close to—the very origin of the Abyss!
"interesting."
A jet-black staff materialized in his hand, and Lark's lips curled into a smug, arrogant smile: "Let me have my way with you..."
If this blessing were placed on Mino, the power that would break through the limit by three times would likely be something even the current Lac would be wary of.
Unfortunately, the person standing in front of him now is Shana.
"Too weak." The will of the abyss within him sneered.
It could sense how impure, how corrupted and tainted the power within that Lightborn was... How could such a human become a hero? So many years have passed, and these Lightborn have completely withered away.
A deep, shadowy black magic rippled through the robes, and the black flames attached to the Shadow of the Abyss burned ever more fiercely.
Like an extreme desire that wouldn't cease until the world was burned to ashes, it spread and expanded endlessly from the sky, just like the eerily expanding infinite arcane rings in Lak's dark eyes:
"Standing before you is the one and only strongest in this world—"
"The Abyss Archmage".
Ding--!
The sound of the death knell echoed throughout the heavens and earth.
The next moment, the overwhelming black snow suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the pitch-black crystals abruptly dissipated with the intense magical fluctuations.
Its true nature was revealed: they were jet-black magical runes, each one condensing the power of the abyss.
The pitch-black blizzard, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, transformed into countless evil runes floating in the sky, devouring every speck of dust in the air, and crawling down towards the abyss-like shadow in the heavens!