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Chapter 197 - 123: Shiayar, Turning His Back on All Beings (Combined Chapter)_3
One by one, bodies fell to the ground.
Under the silver sword rain, within the military camp, nearly all soldiers and Abyss Demons below the 5th Order were instantly killed.
Corpses were strewn everywhere.
"Interesting." Vortigern's voice sounded faintly. He wasn't enraged by the death of his soldiers. He merely looked toward Shiayar and said, "In my perception, the amount of Magic Power you possess isn't substantial, only about the 5-Ring to 6-Ring level. However, by combining various unique abilities, you are able to exhibit power far exceeding those of the same rank as you. What is this spatial ability called?"
"You may call it—Infinite Sword Creation." Shiayar still stood atop that towering stone pillar, responding indifferently.
This was a new combination technique created by utilizing Shiny's "Spatial Pocket," Crimson's "Sword Bone," and Jayee's "Metal Genesis" together.
However, an issue arose when naming the combination technique. Crimson preferred the name "Infinite Sword Creation," while Shiny insisted on calling it "King's Treasure."
So, the final decision fell to Jayee.
Thanks to their plastic sisterhood, "Infinite Sword Creation" ultimately won out.
「Hundreds of miles away, in the city of the Rebel Alliance.」
Within the lord's mansion, Isadella slowly opened her eyes, the Sacred Sword in her hand emitting a dazzling light.
She felt that within this particular space and time, her bond with the Sacred Sword had deepened somewhat.
The shackles that had originally bound her also disappeared, allowing Isadella to now exert her full strength in this unique temporal space, just as she could in reality.
"Thank goodness, I made it in time." Sensing the still peaceful city, Isadella let out a long sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the encirclement had not yet begun.
As a King, she should not be indecisive, nor should she allow personal emotions to affect decisions of greater importance.
However, that was no reason for her to stand by and watch Cain march to his death.
And now, with the shackles that limited her power unlocked, it signified that she truly possessed might comparable to that of a Legendary.
Even if Vortigern had dispatched an army including Legendaries to encircle them, Isadella was confident she could emerge victorious.
They no longer needed to break out like desperate fugitives but could confront the enemy head-on.
In that case... Cain... perhaps he wouldn't have to die after all...
These thoughts had just surfaced when, the next moment, Isadella heard hurried footsteps rapidly approaching from a distance.
"King! Lord Cain has vanished from his residence!" The soldier knelt on one knee, speaking rapidly. "A patrolling knight saw him heading west, toward the position of the encircling army. Lord Cain was moving too quickly, however, and no one could stop him."
BOOM—
The sudden eruption of pressure made everyone in the lord's mansion tremble with fear.
"Lord Tristan." Her resolute voice, however, contained a hint of bewilderment.
"Understood." The red-haired knight, Tristan, who had clearly been anticipating this, plucked his wind harp and swiftly activated his ability. He was a Beastmaster specializing in perception and scouting, and that Sacred Relic, shaped like a wind harp, was his contracted Pet Beast.
The next moment, accompanied by the pleasant, melodious sound of the wind harp, an image like a water screen slowly materialized from The Void.
The image revealed a black-armored man exuding Legendary might and the pale-faced Blood Prince.
Behind them were countless corpses of soldiers and demonic beasts.
On the other side stood a slender figure clad in a long black robe with red clouds, wearing a whirlpool mask.
Black hair, black eyes, his back to the world.
Alone, yet seemingly bearing the might of a thousand-man army.