Chapter 158 Chapter 158: Mind If I Give It a Try?
Chapter 158: Mind If I Give It a Try?
"Compared to those black-masked individuals from Ursus, your power is perhaps more fitting to be called a 'Nation'."
Kevin could indeed feel the weight of that history.
"But, that's all there is to it."
The Judgement of Shamash directly skipped its dual-pistol form, transforming into a greatsword half a person's height in his hand.
Surprisingly, Kevin's attire was equally peculiar; even being so close to the residual flames of the Judgement of Shamash, it showed no signs of catching fire.
"Come then, with everything you've created."
Pointing the sword at Gawain, flames erupted like a supernova!
......
Boom! The Judgement of Shamash unsheathed!
"Roar! You shall not succeed!"
......
Boom!
Doom's Release!
"Aslan never yields!"
......
Boom!
Doom's Unending!
"Do you think I am some wild wolf from Siracusa?!"
.......
Rumble!
Summon—Manifest the Beast of This World.
"Woof!"
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"Hmm, 33, 34, 35...."
"Doctor, what are you counting?"
Vina still couldn't suppress her curiosity.
"Counting that guy... Ah, he's already back."
As soon as the Doctor finished speaking, Kevin's figure emerged from the void, not even carrying much dust on him. His casual clothes were still as neat as ever, though there were a few more wrinkles on the right sleeve.
"Four minutes and thirty-nine seconds, Kevin."
Holding her thermos cup, the Doctor cheerfully announced her counting result. The error shouldn't be more than two seconds either way; she had that much confidence.
Kevin responded indifferently with a hum, then saw Vina's hesitant expression. Those eyes that seemed to have weathered countless ages seemed to peer into her very heart, laying bare all her thoughts. ⑥⑨④⑨③⑥①④⑤
"Rest assured, it is unharmed."
It was just a simple physical exchange between one man and one beast. One had to admit that when encountering certain situations occasionally, action was far more effective than mere words.
"That's good."
Vina breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't like the feeling of being watched by the "lion pride," she also didn't want Gawain, who had taught her so much, to die so hastily.
"Let's go, we should leave too."
Kevin's gaze lingered for a moment on the long cloth-wrapped bundle on her back, but he didn't say anything more, turning to walk towards the stairway entrance.
"Vina, stop spacing out."
"Coming."
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Saint William County,
Kazdel Duke's stationed area, on the flagship of the high-speed warship,
"Repeat that again?"
The Kazdel Duke's pipe emitted a steady stream of thin smoke. On the table beside her sat a steaming cup of black tea. She wore a bold V-neck white gown with a green-and-white cloak dotted with white flowers draped behind her.
She didn't look like a military commander but more like a noble lady about to attend some luxurious evening banquet. Yet, no one present dared to underestimate this lady.
With the throne currently vacant, the Kazdel Duke was already one of the highest-ranking individuals in Victoria in terms of status and position, not to mention that they each commanded their own armies.
But now, she seemed somewhat surprised, even doubting for a moment whether she had misheard.
The messenger standing before the Kazdel Duke was already sweating profusely. He thought he might have made some mistake in an unknown area or offended this esteemed lady.
Though his heart was pounding with nervousness, he steeled himself and repeated word for word the parts on the report paper.
"Hah, how interesting. Clearly just an isolated, forward-deployed force. After we retreated, not only did they not follow, but they actively headed towards Londinium instead."
The Kazdel Duke sneered a few times. For a moment, she didn't even know how to evaluate such an action that could be called "suicidal."
After sneering, as if remembering something, her expression gradually turned unpleasant.
The King's Blade was still on the Rhodes Island flagship. It was all because of that Windermere fellow. If not for her interference, the King's Blade would have been delivered to me long ago.
Originally thought Windermere's retreat this time would be a great opportunity. Rhodes Island, weak and isolated, absolutely couldn't withstand the full pressure of a Duke.
Who would have thought that before she could even act, the other party had already taken a step ahead and headed towards Londinium—without looking back.
"Sigh."
Having only the method to release the King's Blade in hand but uselessly so, the Kazdel Duke knew she probably had little chance to retrieve the sword this time.
Taking it from Rhodes Island and taking it from the Sarkaz were completely different concepts, with varying difficulties.
Even now, the Kazdel Duke hadn't figured out what kind of thought process the Rhodes Island commander who issued this order had...
Could Rhodes Island's strength alone possibly match that of so many Dukes combined?
Don't be ridiculous!
The same intelligence was presented before the other Dukes as well. Without exception, they couldn't comprehend Rhodes Island's nearly "suicidal" action.
And in their eyes, on the Rhodes Island flagship heading towards its "suicide"...
Whoosh!
A strong wind brushed past the window ledge. Rhodes Island's engine propulsion system was powerful; at least technologically, it far surpassed the high-speed warships possessed by the Victorian Dukes.
Vina gazed out the window. In that direction, the city outline of Londinium was becoming increasingly clear. Her hands weren't idle either; she was wiping the King's Blade with a white cloth.
Under her careful maintenance over many days, the tip of this national sword gleamed brightly, with not a speck of dust left on the hilt or any hard-to-reach corners.
"As expected, still no effect."
Still no response. Vina's eyes dimmed. Over these past few days, she had already tried countless times, but the national sword seemed to have completely sunk into the history of bygone days, not giving her even half a response.
More than once, she had doubted whether those deeds recorded in historical texts were fabricated false information meant to deify the Aslan kings of old?
"You are troubled, because of this sword?"
A tall and straight figure brought with it a faint, almost imperceptible chill—it was Kevin!
Vina looked up, wanting to hear what insights this person might have. Whether it was the Doctor's attitude or his means to repel Gawain, everything revealed Kevin's mystery.
Perhaps he might have a way?
"Yes, Mr. Kevin. I cannot get any response from this sword."
"It's not a problem with the sword. You do not yet possess the corresponding qualifications. Bloodline alone is not enough."
Blue data streams flashed in Kevin's eyes. The pseudo-authority granted him quite excellent comprehension abilities, so he almost instantly saw through the essence of the King's Blade in Vina's hand.
A joint detection of technology and witchcraft? Truly quite an innovative technique.
"Not qualified?"
Vina fell silent. Although she had been pushed step by step by various undercurrents to her current position, there was one indisputable fact:
She was the only remaining member of the Aslan royal family.
If even she wasn't qualified, then who else could possibly receive a response from the King's Blade?
"Mind if I give it a try?"
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