Chapter 57 Chapter 57: Do You Know Why Birds Can Fly?
Chapter 57: Do You Know Why Birds Can Fly?
Flicking off the sticky blood and filth from his hand, the Lord of Blood, who had been abruptly intercepted, was very displeased:
"Banshee, it seems your near-death experience last time didn't teach you a lesson."
"Enough talk, Blood Fiend. This place will not become your hunting ground."
Logos unfurled a scroll, mysterious and profound patterns entwined around his body as a bone pen flew out and landed in his palm.
Unlike last time, he was not fighting alone this time.
Bang!
Scout, who had been concealing his presence, fired the first shot. He was wearing a camouflage uniform specially made by the Engineering Department, said to be modeled after a structure from Iberia called a "Scale-Catching Cape."
The members of Logos's squad were also enveloped in the ancient witchcraft of the Banshee, which barely enhanced their physical abilities to a level sufficient to participate in this battle.
"Hah~, clumsy spells and clumsy people... Banshee, your comrades are as dull as you are."
The Lord of Blood yawned, and a viscous blood barrier instantly swallowed the bullet aimed at his head.
Monsters with eight arms, no backs, and wings sprouting from their heads crawled out of the blood pool, madly swarming towards Scout's comrades.
Even with Logos's magical support, everyone instantly found themselves in a desperate struggle.
Surrounding and attacking the Lord of Blood? Was he listening to some fairy tale?
"Dull beyond belief..."
"Dull? Then what about me?"
That voice... so familiar!?
In the Lord of Blood's horrified gaze, a hand wearing tactical gloves continuously enlarged in his vision.
His prideful reaction speed was utterly useless at this moment. That hand unquestionably grabbed his head and effortlessly slammed him into the ground, forcing him to eat a mouthful of blood-mud mixture.
Bang!
That blow shattered the dignity of a Lord of Blood!
That shadow of helplessness once again enveloped his heart. Yes, this was that familiar feeling. It was him...
The Lord of Blood deeply realized that in the face of true strength, he was merely a...
Little kitten egg roll, kid!
A chill that pierced straight to the soul instantly drowned his consciousness. Kevin stood up and expressionlessly crushed the frozen "corpse" into ice shards.
The Blood Fiend's powerful regenerative ability seemed like nothing before him.
"Kevin?!"
Logos shouted in pleasant surprise.
"The battle is not over yet. You all should leave."
Sure enough, as Kevin's words fell, another perfectly intact Lord of Blood emerged from the blood pool.
"Hehe, I admit you are strong. But if you only have such methods, thinking you can kill a Lord of the Royal Court is far too naive."
The Lord of Blood struggled to maintain a smile on his face, his hands trembling slightly within his sleeves. This was his last shred of dignity.
"I don't need help. Protect yourselves."
The blazing greatsword burned fiercely. Kevin paid no heed to the Lord of Blood's words, merely telling Logos and the others to leave once more.
The scorching heat rushed towards them. Logos felt his scalp go numb and instinctively hurriedly led his squad members away.
"Naive?"
It was the first time someone had used this adjective on Kevin.
How many times the Lord of Blood could resurrect was unimportant. Kevin glanced at the blood pools covering the ground and casually raised Judgement of Shamash: Endless.
The core! Was boiling! The core of the Herrscher of Flame displayed its most violent aspect in this man's hands.
"Heavenly Fire, unsheathed."
Whoosh!
Beneath thecalm tone lay the mostblazing radiance!
To engrave his own flames upon countless stars, for giant flames to devour the firmament, surging forth in mighty torrents!
The viscous blood pools were completelyevaporated by the intense heat. And everything blocking this sword's path—all the Sarkaz warriors of the Military Commission—left not even ashes behind.
In the vast battlefield, that strand of red light was so dazzling, capturing everyone's gaze.
At this moment, Kevin was like a deity presiding over [Destruction]. With one sword strike, he indifferently and equallystripped away all life.
Babel Command Post,
"What is that?!"
The old lynx looked up in astonishment, the scorchingair current blowing back the hair on her forehead.
"Kevin."
The Doctor and Theresa said in unison.
"I remember that's... the direction of the Lord of Blood?"
"Mhm."
"Can anyone really survive under such an attack?"
"I... don't know."
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Hill of the Fallen,
"Damn it! Hurry! That man is catching up!"
The Lord of Blood crawled out of a blood pool, his eyes filled withunconcealable fear. He shouted hoarsely at the surrounding generals.
He could feel it—that god-like man wastracking his scent. He... was being chased by death!
"My Lord, calm down. We have madecomplete preparations."
A general reached out to help the Lord of Blood on the ground up, but was grabbed by a tentacle and thrown aside.
"Get away! Hurry! Go deploy the defensive lines! You have no idea what you are truly facing!! Go!!"
The last sentence was almost a roar. Seeing the Lord of Blood in such a state, that general's expression also changed.
"Pass down the order! Prepare to engage the enemy!!"
......
Thud! Thud!
TheBlazing Star of Death was approaching.
"Anatural ambush point."
Kevin walked alone into the Hill of the Fallen, step by step ascending to the highest point.
"Since you have come for me, show yourselves."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Deafening footsteps came from variousconcealed roadways. The very earth trembled.
An army! An army at corps level!
The sturdy and robust bodies of the Sarkaz were likerows of pitch-black walls. The once-feared legends of "demons" seemed to be reincarnated upon them once more.
The Casters had long begunmobilizing the Arts within their bodies, seeking only to unleash their most brilliantlight at thatmoment of thunderous force.
The Confessorsrecited scriptures in low voices without exception, drawing theirstaff-swords.
Some individuals clad in blackwitch robes parted the curtains from severalprepared long in advance. Anan eerie warmth began to rise. As they eachafter each threw in a fragment...
Terrifying flames and magma surged towards the sky under their guidance.
Clang—
The Sarkaz general's expression was grave as he drew the longsword at his waist.
"Ready—Fire!"
A terrifyingmass spell attack! To suppress Kevin's frost, flames and magma surged from all directions likegiant dragons!A gray-gold sword light cleaved through the vacuum!
The entirefirmament wascompletely illuminated!
Boom! Theswarm attack completely submerged the entire main mound of the dead!
Sword energy wantonly flowed within the sea of fire!The magical effects were bizarre and unpredictable! Merely theaftershock air currents churned the sky and overturned the cloud layers!
"Is he dead?"
The general did not believe anyone could survive a corps-levelconcentrated assault.
"No, General... he... he walked out!"
The observer's voice trembled. Even though his eyes were already streaming tears fromthe blinding light, he could still make out thatsilhouette remained completely unchanged atop the hill.
Whoosh~~~
Agiant pitch-black single wing flapped, sweeping away all smoke andresidual spells. Thedemon-like figure once again appeared before these Sarkaz.
Black and whitecurved horns. Perfect muscle lines covered bypiece after piece of jet-black carapace. Andark blue-black tail swishing.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Judgement of Shamash: Endless came to hand. Sharp gauntlets gripped the hilt, pointing horizontally at all Sarkaz within the hill.
"Do you know why birds can fly?"
A simple question, yet at this moment no one could provide an answer.
Dead silence! Still dead silence! It wasn't that they didn't want to act; rather, from beginning to end aterrifying pressure crushed their hearts, making it impossible to react at all.
Kevin's body slowlylevitated until reachingzenith. Theradiance of a dying star was ignited once more.
"Whenthe meteor of Finality descends, onlythe free bird canbreak free from the predetermined demise."
He seemed to be reminiscing,as if pronouncing judgment. Only the light of Judgement grewever more scorching.
"Come then. Receive this sword strike... all..."
"Those who march to their deaths."
Boom!
Blazing firelight pierced through everything,bursting open from within outward, from atop the hill.
Burn the clouds that veil the sky. Burn to ash all things upon the earth..
—That was a strikethat none could withstand,Declaring what is【Destruction】!
—That was a strikethat once led all,about to transcend【Finality】!
......
Accompanied by that【Karma Demon】a thoughtful glance.
"Crack—"
The imaging device in his handlet out an overwhelmed crack and exploded in Theresis's grasp.
Having no time to care aboutthe charred remains and fragments in his palm, his back was already soaked with cold sweat. His form-fitting armor had never felt asstifling as it did now.
It almost made him stop breathing. Aa hoarse voice muttered:
"What... is that guy? The Demon King?! Is he... the true Demon King?"
holy shit he used his boss form???? overkill