Chapter 115: Let Give You a Taste of the Evil God's Terror, Kid
The wind howled ferociously, and the blizzard danced through the sky in a near-frenzied frenzy, like savage spirits of ice.
Viktor gripped his wooden sword, squaring off against the heavily armored Knight before him.
This was Angus's 2nd phase.
Angus at this mont was like a snow-plain wolf that had lost all reason, his body radiating a powerful surge of Vital Energy, the overwhelming killing intent flooding every corner of the space.
Dozens of weapons surrounded his body, hovering in the air, each connected to his armor by slender silver threads.
It was precisely because Angus had mastered every weapon that his na had produced countless disciples.
This was also why so many Knights addressed him with the title of 'Teacher.'
Yet today, the title of Weapon Master was about to change hands.
Angus surged forward in an instant, the force behind his steps several tis more terrifying than before.
The earth, buried beneath deep snow, cracked and splintered apart under the massive impact, his entire body like an enormous cannonball tearing through space.
This ti, Viktor couldn't trade blows with Angus head-on as he had before.
The armor on Angus's body was forged from Cold-Iron blessed by ice-elent spirits, with his own blood mixed in as a catalyst—a piece of magical armor crafted specifically for him.
With that armor encasing him, Angus's defensive capability had been multiplied to an unknowable degree. Ordinary attacks against this armor were no more effective than a red-hot toothpick dragged across animal hide.
And it wasn't only his defense that had been bolstered—his attack had also been elevated to an entirely new threshold.
This was the mont Angus finally struck with his full power.
Viktor's wooden sword deflected Angus's lance with a flick.
Buffed as he was, Viktor's strength couldn't quite match Angus's—but deflecting the weapon was more than enough.
The lance's trajectory was thrown off course, and Viktor seized that opening, extending his other hand—
And drove it hard into Angus's chest.
Boom!
Scorching heat instantly spread across the chest of the armor, and the enormous ice-elent Magic Power and fire-elent magic collided in an instant, detonating a massive shockwave. Snow several ters deep in every direction was blasted skyward, and the falling blizzard itself had its path thrown into disarray by the impact.
Heat and cold intermingled, a burst of smoke rolled up, and several silver streaks of light shot toward Viktor from within the camouflage of white snow.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
In a single instant, Viktor extended his wooden sword arm and rapidly deflected the arrows.
The mont all 3 streaks were blocked, an enormous battle axe ca crashing down from the sky.
Its speed was extraordinary—the dry, frigid air was split clean in two by the massive blade, sending walls of snow surging a thousand feet high.
An ordinary person would have had no chance of reacting in ti.
But Viktor had already sensed this attack long before it arrived.
Before Angus had even descended from the air, Viktor leapt several ters to one side, slipping clear of the axe's path.
The Longsword in his right hand ignited in an instant, transforming into a towering, sky-filling Fla Hamr.
The Fla Hamr swept forward to et Angus head-on, and the terrifying force, the mont it made contact with Angus's hardened armor, sent him hurtling through the air.
His body carrying traces of fla, he shot like a blue teor toward the snowfield below.
The surrounding ice and snow evaporated into white steam under the sudden burst of intense heat.
Mid-flight, Angus abruptly drew 2 chain hooks, driving them straight into the ground below, anchoring himself as he plumted earthward.
By the ti the towering waves of snow slowly settled, Angus was standing firmly on solid ground.
In the exchange so far, Viktor held the upper hand.
Angus could not understand it.
His every move seed completely transparent to Viktor.
As though...
Viktor had fought him hundreds of tis—perhaps even thousands...
Angus could feel that Viktor's close-combat technique was genuinely exceptional, yet this close-combat ability couldn't quite be called masterful.
In other words.
Viktor's every action was as though...
Each response had been crafted specifically to counter him.
His eyes narrowed.
A cold light flickered through his gaze.
His voice resonated deep and heavy from within the armor:
"If my brother were still alive, he would surely be proud to have a child this exceptional."
"But I feel sorrow for him on his behalf."
The dozens of weapons surrounding his body seed to fuse together into an enormous, irregular mass of iron, flowing and surging like liquid rcury.
In an instant, the iron mass began to extend at both ends, shaping itself into a hilt and a blade.
Without even a guard structure on either side, a colossal blade that seed to pierce heaven and earth materialized suddenly above Angus's head.
"I knew that child—he was indeed a genius. And you are the sa."
"But a genius knows restraint, and you do not."
The mont he closed his grip around the hilt, ti seed to slow to a crawl—the falling snowflakes beca visible to the naked eye, their descent growing slower and slower.
"Whether you are truly him or not—it does not matter to ."
"Eliminating who you are now—to ."
"Is of the utmost importance."
And in Viktor's eyes, Angus had beco a barely perceptible phantom, several shadows shifting and exchanging positions around him.
As the long seconds stretched by, Angus's speed gradually increased, until the multiple shadows condensed into several streaks of black light.
In the blink of an eye, he could appear directly before Viktor.
A voice, near to a whisper, sounded in Viktor's ear:
"Die."
Yet the very mont those words fell.
In an instant, countless iron cards began to orbit and spin around Viktor, the terrifying gale of the cards enveloping him completely.
The airflow ford by the spinning cards set even the great billowing snowflakes whirling in endless spirals.
Angus's attack was t and held firm by those strangely flying iron cards.
Viktor's hand rose slowly, and in it, he held 2 iron cards pinched between his fingers.
Engraved on the cards were 2 images of a Joker, and across their surfaces, text and patterns seed to be faintly shifting.
'Joker'
The pair of two-toned iron cards flew out in an instant, their terrifyingly powerful Magic Power swallowing everything around them whole, and an ear-splitting, shrill, and eerie cackle—like that of a Joker—rang out all around them in peals of laughter.
2 Jokers materialized suddenly in the midst of the raging wind and snow, faintly visible.
Red and green appeared behind Angus, looking deeply unsettling.
Like so manner of ghastly surprise, it left Angus rooted to the spot.
"Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee—"
The twin cackling of the Jokers rang out without cease, like spirits performing a funeral rite, like grotesque puppets being jerked on strings, slowly advancing forward.
Everything around them beca utterly hollow, as though so malevolent aura had seized control of all perception. Angus found himself completely unable to sense the Domain that had been so close by.
In the hands of the 2 Jokers sat a black orb, which they toyed with idly, spinning it continuously.
The orb steadily absorbed and compressed the surrounding space.
The darkness too began to collapse inward, until all that remained in the void were the red and green hues dividing half the sky into 2 alien colors.
The ice and snow began to crumble and collapse in an instant—the great flakes drifting down from the sky had transford into red and green strears.
Everything around them seed to bend and warp without cease, drawn toward the orb in the Jokers' hands.
Swish!
In an instant, earth and sky vanished entirely, and both figures were plunged into a void of alien colors, utterly disorienting.
Angus stood in the void, stripped of all sensation—not the slightest trace of life existed anywhere around him.
And he himself—was as though completely trapped within.
Angus gave a faint start, and then, all at once—1 red and 1 green, the 2 Joker cards floated in the air directly before him.
The text 'joker' on their faces was strikingly prominent.
At last, an incomparable sense of mortal crisis spread through his entire body.
A blinding white light erupted suddenly from the 2 iron cards.
As though all the energy of the Domain had been condensed into a single point and detonated directly at him, the astonishing white light instantly consud the red-and-green sky entirely, swallowing all things in its radiance.
【Trump Card】
When the void reconstituted itself, the ice and snow reassembled like puzzle pieces falling back into place.
And the Knight was on his knees.
The eyes beneath the helt had gone utterly hollow.
Within a swirl of snow-mist, a single black feather drifted slowly downward, and the mont it touched the snow, Viktor's figure appeared, erging gradually from within.
The 2 'joker' cards on the ground, as though sensing the call, returned to Viktor's waist of their own accord.
He placed a hand on Angus's shoulder, his tone unhurried.
"I said it before."
"You won't win."
Angus didn't move. He remained kneeling where he was, his voice carrying a trace of hoarseness.
"Viktor—do you rember the promise we once made."
His hollow gaze watched for Viktor's reaction.
But all he could see was a face without expression.
And so, Angus smiled.
"As expected—you are not Viktor."
Angus lifted his head, exhaled a breath, the white-tinged air spilling out from within his helt, stark and visible among the ice and snow.
"Tell ."
"Your identity."
Viktor bent at the waist in a bow.
His head lowered close to Angus's ear, a soft laugh escaping him.
The Crow flashed with a proud and imperious light, its black feathers amid the raging wind and snow transforming into a rapidly spinning storm that draped itself over Viktor's body—a dim, dark light making him appear unfathomably mysterious.
"Uncle Angus—what is it that drives you, at any cost, to guard Gwen so fiercely."
"Is it because of the divine power that exists within her?"
Angus's eyes snapped wide open, a light of utter disbelief shining within them.
"Don't be surprised."
He straightened and adjusted the lining of his coat.
"Your god-forging plan—I know it inside and out."
"However..."
A light identical to Weija's flickered through Viktor's eyes—and even his voice had shifted, becoming cunning and otherworldly.
It was no longer Viktor's voice, and Angus knew it perfectly well.
"Aspiring to beco a god? Heeheeheeheeheeheehee—"
The Crow perched on Viktor's shoulder, writhing at every joint of its body as though it had shed the constraints of biology entirely.
In that instant, the raging wind gradually began to still.
A deathly aura, utterly devoid of life, swallowed everything at once.
Like a colossal eye of dead water suspended upside-down in the sky, it broke through the clouds and stared down at Angus in the snowfield below.
Across the snowfield, fierce flas flickered inexplicably to life, and even the earth itself had beco an offering to the deity above.
Angus felt the heavy, viscous sensation closing around his throat, his labored breath like the last thread of reason keeping him human.
A strange, undulating voice gathered from every direction in the world at once.
"Kid—it seems you've been ignoring a true God."
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