Everyone was stunned, including Rashal.
"A reckless move, Hesintos."
Rashal not only wasn't afraid, but he also laughed instead.
Not only people from South Crayney but even he knew, only those with royal bloodline could be recognized by the founding royal spirits of Cyrus and wield the power of this Divine Sword.
Others trying to forcibly conquer this Divine Sword would only lead to their own demise.
Now, Hesintos' weak attempt to touch the Divine Sword was no different from a desperate suicide.
Blood Qi once again gathered in Rashal's hand, forming a pitch-black spear.
He aid at the back of Hesintos and instantly tossed this deadly blow to send Hesintos on his way.
The residents of Brilda dared not watch.
Because they knew what the outco would be.
Recklessly trying to seize this Divine Sword would only result in being burned to death.
Even though earlier there seed to be an illusion-like vision appearing, as if the sword was summoning Hesintos, imagining Hesintos could break conventions and lift the sword, it was rely a fairytale-like miracle.
This unrealistic hope would soon be shattered.
However.
In the next mont, a miracle occurred.
When Hesintos gripped the hilt of the Seross Spirit Sword, a blazing light instantly filled the entire Imperial Palace ruins, even illuminating the night sky of Brilda.
The light was holy and dazzling, as if the bright radiance rose again in this dark night.
All the people of Brilda, and even those thousands of kiloters away in the Cerryti Empire, could hardly believe their eyes.
The Seross Spirit Sword had actually recognized Hesintos, this empire guardian without royal blood.
At this urgent and desperate mont, the spirits of Cyrus granted Hesintos the qualification to use this sacred power to save the nation.
Behind Hesintos, countless spirit silhouettes began to appear.
They surrounded Hesintos, generously infusing their strength into this brave warrior.
Hesintos' dying body began to regain so strength, and the mont he was recognized by the Divine Sword, witnessed by the South Crayney people, the heroic poem was already composed, and the power of faith from the entire empire surged towards him!
At this mont, people woke up from their dreams, cheers, like waves, swept across the entire Brilda, swept across the entire Cerryti Empire.
"Hesintos! Guardian God of the Cerryti Empire!"
"You are the true chosen emperor!"
"Even the spirits of Cyrus have broken convention and recognized you!"
The voices of the empire's people transford into the power of faith, gathering on Hesintos, encapsulating him in an intangible halo until he transford.
Rashal finally showed a look of terror.
He couldn't believe his eyes as his dark spear was shattered by Hesintos the instant it touched him.
This once nearly dying First Army God now emanated an aura far stronger than his own.
Not only had Hesintos obtained the Divine Sword, but he was also showing signs of breaking through to the Ninth-order!
A torrent of faith power surged into Hesintos' body, elevating his strength to an unprecedented height.
His body emitted a dazzling azure glow, each inch of skin exuding the aura of the Divine Realm, and the Divine Sword in his hand burst out blinding brilliance, transforming into a blazing sun, piercing through the eternal night.
The light was set to burn away all darkness in the world.
"Impossible! Unreasonable! Goddess of Destiny, this is unfair!"
Rashal's voice trembled, his face contorted with rage.
Blood-drenched magic whirled around him, but in the face of Hesintos' Sword Qi, it seed so insignificantly small.
Hesintos slowly stood up.
"Rashal, don't always bla the gods."
Hesintos' voice was as loud as a tolling bell, suppressing his smile.
He raised the Divine Sword, the tip pointing directly at Rashal's heart.
The engravings on the sword glimred with dazzling light, inscribed in ancient Cyrus script, narrating the epic of heroes.
"With my blood, forge the shield of the empire, with my soul, open the Gate of Dawn, O spirits, fight alongside ."
As Hesintos chanted the Curse Mark inscribed on the sword in ancient Cyrus, the lightly swung sword erupted in unprecedented light.
The empire spirit's power, accompanied by the silvery brilliance of the Divine Era, roared towards Rashal.
Rashal barely summoned a dark barrier, trying to fend off this fatal blow.
But under Hesintos' sword, Rashal's Mana Barrier crumbled like paper against the Sword Qi, instantly shattered.
The Sword Qi slashed across Rashal's body, exploding visible cuts down to the bone.
The Ancestor blood that gushed out quickly evaporated in the Sword Qi.
Rashal let out a wretched scream as if he was being minced, cut, and burned by the Sword Qi.
"No, don't!"
Rashal's voice was distorted with pain.
Even though he was an undead mber of the Blood Clan, under Hesintos' terrifying strike, he couldn't recover!
Rashal, utterly powerless to resist, struggled desperately to fight back, turning blood Qi into sharp blades and demon claws, launching a furious attack on Hesintos.
Yet all of this couldn't touch Hesintos in the slightest.
Hesintos' montum reached its peak, even showing signs of temporarily exceeding the Ninth-order.
He was surrounded by silvery airstreams of the Divine Era.
Under such pressure, Rashal could no longer withstand it; his magic shield was completely crushed, and even if he exhausted all his strength, he couldn't leave a single mark on Hesintos.
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