Brand New Life Online: Rise Of The Goddess Of Harvest Chapter 1743: Sweet Revenge

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"So, you’ve grown this strong by devouring the innocent souls and bodies of fellow undead... huh?" she asked, her voice low and laced with disgust.

"That’s rely the natural order of things!" Blazer snarled, his skeletal form lunging forward. He unleashed a flurry of slashing strikes, each one tearing through the ground like claws raking flesh. The earth split beneath him, scorched and fractured. Elayne t his assault with her blade, its edge shimring with a strange, corrupting power that pulsed like a heartbeat.

"Hmph."

Though not physically imposing, Elayne moved with uncanny grace. Her body, saturated with volatile energy, danced around Blazer’s attacks like a shadow in firelight.

CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!

Their blades collided again and again, ringing out like war drums. At tis, they seed evenly matched—two forces locked in a deadly rhythm. But Blazer’s brute strength surged, and he would overpower her, driving her back with relentless fury.

"You’re nothing! NOTHING COMPARED TO !"

"Ugh!"

Elayne gritted her teeth, struggling as she was pushed further and further. Yet—

She kept moving.

Faster.

Sharper.

With greater precision.

"Think."

"Imprint your knowledge into the world."

She thought—and kept thinking. mories surged from her soul, enveloping her body.

The lost mories of her Swordsmanship Technique.

A gift from the System: the legendary swordsmanship of heroes.

Swordsmanship wasn’t just a skill or a power granted by so ga-like system. It was martial art. A discipline taught by people. A way of fighting. A philosophy of life.

Thus—

"{Heroic Legendary Sword Arts}"

"...What?!"

Blazer’s will-o-wisp eyes widened. Sothing had changed in Elayne’s movents. Despite her body being covered in burning wounds, despite teetering on the edge of defeat, sothing within her had awakened as she uttered those strange words.

"{Divine Sword Slash}!"

FLUOSH!

Nature Energy, Spirit Essence, Ghostly Energy, and Nether converged into Elayne’s blade. The glitching, corrupting power turned pure white.

"...?!"

Blazer gasped, unable to comprehend what he was witnessing.

"T-This shouldn’t be possible...! Y-You... You were a hero when you were alive?!"

He stepped back in horror, lowering his guard for just a mont.

"Agh, damn it!"

He charged again, spinning midair and descending with an infernal sword dance.

"I won’t let you land that hit! I’ll cut you to shreds right here, right now!"

"HAAAAAH!"

Elayne roared as their techniques collided in a blinding explosion of flas and white light.

BOOOM!

"Nnngh...! Kuuaaaaggh!"

Blazer scread in agony. He couldn’t withstand Elayne’s attack. His swords shattered, and her blade struck his chest, leaving a massive, glowing white wound. His armor exploded, and his skeletal body collapsed.

"Haaa... Haaa..."

Elayne gasped, absorbing Nether and Nature Energy to stabilize her internal flow and accelerate regeneration. She was barely holding herself together. Gardenia summoned spiritual threads to stitch her wounds.

"Elayne, hang in there! You did it!"

"Ugh...!"

Elayne looked down at Blazer, who was struggling to move.

"T-This is insanity! What is she?! I’m getting out of here! No, no, no!!!"

Blazer, now missing his lower half, crawled away like a pathetic insect.

Elayne sighed and ran after him.

"Where do you think you’re going?! Co back, coward!"

"Nnngh! Gyaaa! Nooo! Get away from !"

Blazer scread, dragging himself with his arms. Elayne hurled her sword.

CRASH!

"G-Gaaahh?!"

His fiery eyes widened. Her sword had pierced his forehead, cracking his skull and exposing his Nether Core.

"W-Wait...! Ugh...! Spare ...!"

Blazer begged as Elayne retrieved her sword and stabbed him repeatedly, grinding his bones into dust.

"You bastard! This is all your fault! Die! Die! Die! I’ll turn you into white bone dust! I’ll grind you into pills!"

"Please forgive ! I was just following orders—Gyaaaaahhhh!"

Elayne unleashed her fury, stabbing and crushing until nothing remained but bone dust.

"Elayne, calm down! He’s dead! His soul is gone!"

"A-Ah? Ahh...!"

Elayne coughed, staring at Blazer’s remains. His soul had been shredded and dispersed.

"Damn it, I wasted too much ti... the terrain’s collapsing. We’ve got maybe three minutes."

"What?!" Gardenia panicked. "Damn it, if I could just form a better body... Wait, how’s your new dog holding up?"

"GRYARR!"

They turned toward the agonized cry of three dogs. Cerberus, covered in wounds, crashed behind them.

"C-Cerberus!"

Elayne rushed to him, casting a healing spell woven from Ghostly Soul, Nether, Nature, and Spiritual Energy. Gardenia assisted, creating a spell called "Heal Undead"—a spell that healed only the undead and hard the living.

"You did well...! Rest for a minute."

Heavy footsteps echoed. A blazing skeleton approached, dragging a massive sword.

It glared at Elayne with fury and madness.

She pulled a long needle from her pocket—black bone, etched with cursed runes.

A Curse Weaving Needle. A tool used by Shadows to imprint or remove curses from souls and bodies.

"GRRR...! KILL... KILL... KILL...!"

Mark groaned, still in pain.

"Don’t worry, Mark... I’ll save you."

Elayne held back tears as the giant skeleton charged with unrelenting rage.

RUMBLE!

The ground ignited. Elayne’s terrain turned to ash. She leapt away, barely dodging Mark’s berserk strike, which split the earth.

Flas erupted, forming ghostly pillars.

"Elayne, what’s the plan?! How do we stop that monster? Is he even... is he still Mark?"

"..."

Elayne clenched her fists.

"He is. I know he is."

She stepped forward.

Mark groaned, his sword rushing toward her.

She swung her blade, pouring all her power into it.

"{Heroic Legendary Sword Arts}"

She focused with absolute precision.

Their swords collided.

The difference in strength was clear.

But Elayne had sothing Mark didn’t.

"{Heroic Parry}"

Energy surged.

BOOOM!

She released half her reserves. Heroic Parry connected, shattering Mark’s blazing sword.

"GAAAHH?!"

Mark flew backward, crashing into the wall. His armor cracked. His right hand—the one that held the blade—was gone.

Elayne saw the terrain fading fast.

She had to move.

Faster than ever.

She had to channel lightning itself.

She rembered Belle’s thunder. Her eyes glowed.

Golden horns erged from her Ghostly Aura, shining faintly.

Through essence manipulation, Elayne recreated fragnts of spells and skills. By combining them, she forged sothing stronger.

ZAAAP!

Her hands reached Mark’s skull.

"GRUUAAAH!"

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