Arthur furrowed his brow, gripping the treasured sword in his hand tighter. His opponent had finally shown his true colors after using prolonged harassnt to lower everyone's guard, setting up such a suicidal strategy. Now, a killing blow was imminent.
The Sword in the Stone in Arthur's hands burst into a radiant brilliance, illuminating the shadow-filled space as if it were daylight. Golden light shone around, emitting a sizzling sound as black smoke continuously rose and dissipated in the air. However, the shadows seed endless; no matter how much they were scorched, their numbers showed no sign of diminishing.
At the sa ti, a silhouette gradually appeared on the wall, as if slowly erging from a tunnel, instantly filling the entire space with a powerful presence. Arthur was very familiar with this pressure and aura; it belonged to a Divine Spirit.
Soon, the figure beca clearer—it was a very young man dressed in black armor, which seed to flicker with flowing light, a disdainful smile on his face as he quietly stared at Arthur.
"I never imagined that the God of Shadows and Conspiracies would personally descend. I'm quite flattered!" Arthur said with a self-deprecating laugh, unable to believe that the Divine Spirit would shalessly strike at him personally.
Initially, he thought that he would only send his descendants to do his bidding, as Divine Spirits care a great deal about their dignity. Stooping to confront a mortal was a humiliating act for a Divine Spirit, but the God of Shadows and Conspiracies had really stooped to such a level.
"Hand over the treasured sword in your hand, and I may spare your life," the God of Shadows and Conspiracies said softly, eyeing the Sword of the King in Arthur's hand.
His goal was rely the Sword of the King. If his progeny could obtain the sword and rule the world as destined, he would likely gain favor from the Will of the World, potentially elevating his Divine Power and enhancing his status through increased faith.
It was for this reason that he had been incited by the God of the Forest to set aside his pride and vie with a mortal for the Sword of the King.
Upon hearing this, a mocking smile appeared on Arthur's lips. He was greatly displeased by the attitude of the God of Shadows and Conspiracies. Even the great Lord had not treated him this way. The difference between this god and that being was like that between an ant and an elephant, so Arthur felt no awe whatsoever.
He raised the Sword in the Stone and pointed it at the God of Shadows and Conspiracies, laughing loudly, "If you want the treasured sword in my hand, co and take it from my dead body!"
"Hmph! Foolish mortal, you dare to reject my goodwill? You are courting death!" The smile vanished from the face of the God of Shadows and Conspiracies, his anger kindled by Arthur's attitude.
He did not perceive any respect for Divine Spirits in Arthur's words. This was the first ti in countless ages he had witnessed such a disrespectful attitude towards a Divine Spirit, and it infuriated him, making him feel belittled by the mortal before him.
The anger of the Divine Spirit, accompanied by formidable power, suddenly bore down on Arthur's shoulders like a massive mountain. If it had been an ordinary person under this pressure, they likely would have been flattened on the ground, unable to move.
But Arthur was no ordinary person. At that mont, his body began to surge with excitent. Since facing the Lord and receiving unexpected benefits, he had not engaged in a heart-pounding battle for a long ti. How strong his body truly was, even Arthur himself was unsure.
Now faced with the pressure of the Divine Spirit, he realized that his body seed about to awaken, and a powerful force began bursting forth from within him, compelling him to let out a resounding howl to the sky.
Instantly, he stood upright, his eyes blazing as he stared straight at the God of Shadows and Conspiracies.
This revelation also surprised the Divine Spirit, as an ordinary human had actually withstood the wrath of a Divine Spirit, a feat unprecedented in the annals of history. The might of this human before him seed far beyond his expectations.
"I underestimated you, to think you could withstand such pressure. Of all the long years I have lived, you are the first. Should you be willing to surrender and hand over your Treasured Sword, I could grant you an opportunity to follow , and after your death, your soul would also be under my protection, enjoying eternal life with ," the Divine Spirit of shadow and conspiracy conceived an appreciation for talent, for a warrior like this was exactly what he needed.
Yet Arthur firmly shook his head and said, "A King does not bow, even if faced with a Divine Spirit."
This was Arthur's insight as a King and also the reason he was so compatible with the Sword in the Stone. If the Kings of the human race did not possess such pride, they could not stand up to Divine Spirits, much less handle future crises.
"What a pity. Since you are so resolved, I must grant you death," said the Divine Spirit of shadow and conspiracy as he flew in the air, looking down imposingly at Arthur.
Shadows from all directions instantly transford into various weapons. With a light wave of his hand, countless weapons made of shadows charged at Arthur, filling every space in an instant.
Seeing no escape, Arthur could only fight back desperately, his Treasured Sword emitting a dazzling light. As he swung, golden light spilled forth, blocking the attacks that ca like a violent storm, and a fleeting Holy Light faintly flashed on his body, further augnting the strength within him.
Seeing this, the Divine Spirit of shadow and conspiracy frowned, Arthur's power far exceeded his expectations. This was sothing a re mortal could not achieve; the opponent seed to be gradually touching the boundary of Human Gods.
At this thought, his heart surged with a murderous intent. It seed better to nip such a potential-laden opponent in the bud. Thus, he set aside his earlier mockery and began to take the matter seriously.
The Divine Spirit's seriousness greatly increased the pressure on Arthur. Fortuitously, his body had already begun to transform, seeming to possess endless strength. With a loud roar, Holy Light burst forth from his body, quickly forming armor around him.
When the weapons of shadow struck the armor, they produced a clear sound but could not inflict any damage, as the armor's defensive capabilities were unimaginably strong.
Realizing this, Arthur felt elated. Tired of the relentless attacks, once he saw that these weapons couldn't breach his defense, he stopped defending and laughed aloud, "After all this ti, it's finally my turn!"
Clutching the Sword in the Stone and wearing the holy helt, he charged from the unending weapons of shadow and launched an attack on the Divine Spirit of shadow and conspiracy who was flying above.
The Sword in the Stone shone with a brilliant light, a bright Sword Qi danced in the air, heading straight for the face of the Divine Spirit of shadow and conspiracy. The imnse Sword Qi roared through the air, as if to split the very space.
The Divine Spirit of shadow and conspiracy had not anticipated such power in the strike, it was no longer a re mortal's attack, but akin to that of a Divine Spirit. He could feel the terrifying power contained within the Sword Qi, capable of harming a Divine Spirit.
Taking no chances, Divine Power surged through his body, and he drew out his Divine Artifact, a dagger that shimred with a black glow. This weapon had been personally used by him in his mortal days and had beco a Divine Artifact after nurous years of refinent. However, since ascending to his Divine Position, he had found no opportunity for a major battle, causing this weapon to lie quietly in his treasury for the most part.
Now, in the great battle with Arthur, he finally wielded this weapon. With a light swing, a flash of pitch-black light passed by, and the dagger blocked the rushing Sword Qi. The imnse force made the Divine Spirit involuntarily step back a few paces, but ultimately, he still managed to block Arthur's attack.
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