633: Chapter 596: Let correct the sins committed by humans!
(8000, 2nd update)_5 633: Chapter 596: Let correct the sins committed by humans!
(8000, 2nd update)_5 When he said these words, Ian could see that Viscount Awak’s face, and even the clothing on his body, was climbing with layers upon layers of complex blood-colored patterns, making his eyes turn a sanguine red.
But this red was not the kind of blood ice that seed to be ford from despair and hatred like that of the Deceased Monarch; instead, it was like bubbling lava, releasing fierce and fiery rage.
Drop by drop of fresh blood seeped from his skin and ford a huge and ferocious blood-colored armor outside his body, like a demon, but even more intricate and flexible, like so kind of ghoul born of blood.
A muffled voice, filled with deep-seated hatred, ca out from the blood-red Vampire armor, “You should know that in the original plan, to kill everyone in the Avak Domain, the first one to beco a Deceased Monarch…”
“Was…”
“Shut up.”
However, Ian suddenly shouted angrily, cutting off Viscount Awak’s words, “We two are talking, is it your turn to interrupt, you beast?”
“In the end, whether it’s the Duke of Solin, The Empire, Spirit Wisdom Institute, Fiery Fla Land, or you, Viscount Awak—all because of you arrogant fools, you arrogant humans, the million people of Avak Domain, those who were still striving to live, still harboring hope for the future, would die so suddenly and without cause!”
——Miles from Azure City, a mother who toiled all her life yet couldn’t live to enjoy her twilight years with her son; the warm-hearted Aunt Lydia and her equally warm-hearted son’s family…
the countless ordinary people.
——Previously, he saw the life of a prostitute who tried her hardest yet still couldn’t find redemption, and the many more subjects who died in laboratories because of the sches of the Spirit Wisdom Institute, Fiery Fla Land, and the Duke of Solin.
A rich sense of absurdity and an extre surge of anger wandered in his heart.
Finally understanding sothing, Ian turned around and faced Viscount Awak.
“I finally understand why Embrace Light wouldn’t intervene in this matter…
yes, because all these are mistakes made by humans!”
“Embrace Light won’t stop humans from making choices, whether evil or good.”
“But I can’t, I will intervene—”
The black-haired Ghost Valley Knight drew his Longsword.
His crimson eyes lit up with a visible silver cyan radiance, blending into a strange purple.
Ever since seeing the “Strategic-Level City Defense Field Shield” that had withstood the siege of Adalbert’s Phantom Legion for a long ti, Ian had been scanning its weaknesses with the power of his Foresight View and Silver Chip.
And now, he had found them.
The Heavy Abyss Iron Sword lit up with bone-colored Spiritual Fire, covering the blade’s golden glow.
Frosted Crystal and Nether mixed in triple strength; Ian’s right hand gripped the sword hilt tightly, with the blade parallel to his eyes, and his left hand pressed upon his right, forming a nearly ninety-degree angle, taking the stance of a breakthrough sword.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
At that mont, Viscount Awak was surprised by the Ghost Valley Knight’s movents before him, he sowhat puzzledly operated the Dead River Armant, watching the mysterious knight’s stance, and finally realized what he was going to do, and so he burst into laughter, “You don’t actually plan to pierce through the Strategic-Level city defense shield with that black and crappy sword, do you?”
“That’s hilarious, it can withstand a full-force assault from an army group for hours, even those at the peak of the Third Power Level wouldn’t expect to penetrate it easily!”
Ian didn’t respond.
He had the patience to talk to good people but no patience to waste ti on the stupid and wicked.
Already covered with the Ultimate Magic Weapon Potion, the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword had a special shield-piercing effect, and although this effect was not enough to fully utilize against a Strategic-Level shield, he now also possessed the Dead Lord’s Power.
——I will pierce through it.
Such a spirit, like an arrogant command and yet like a divine Guidance, the Lost Souls receiving such an order for the first ti were excitedly cheering: [As you wish, our Monarch.]
In the next instant.
Ian burst into action with a stomp on the ground, imdiately causing it to collapse, with countless web-like cracks spreading across the rocky surface.
Amidst the dust and debris, under the watch of the Deceased Monarch and the Dead River, he beca a blur, and the edge of the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword tore through the swirling dust and rock fragnts, forming a long sword light in mid-air, as if ripping open space itself.
Rings of explosive shockwaves and White Mist appeared behind Ian.
In an instant, his sword struck the area of the Strategic-Level shield with the faintest color.
The triple forces clashed with the black shield’s energy, flashing with fiery brightness like the sun.
Viscount Awak’s scornful smirk had not fully curled his lips when the black Strategic-Level shield covering the entire fortress cracked with a “crack” and shattered, leaving behind a massive hole.
Shield fragnts, composed purely of spiritual state, exploded out like bomb shards towards the rear, and Ian, faster than these fragnts, instantly crossed tens of ters and swung his sword directly at the top of the fortress, towards Viscount Awak, whose eyes were only slightly widened in surprise and who had not yet had the chance to express his astonishnt, chopping down the crimson “Dead River Armant”!
And right at that mont, Viscount Awak heard Ian’s soul-deep, decisive proclamation!
“——The sins committed by humans, I, Mahdi, will correct them!”
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