In the Abyss, demon creatures never wield swords.
To them, a sword symbolizes death.
Three hundred years ago, the Tower of Truth descended.
A black-haired middle-aged man from the human race erged, exceptionally fierce.
His sword cut through gods and demons, unstoppable, earning him the title of the world's greatest swordsman. This man was Cedric Blackwell, who was nearly 50 when the Tower of Truth descended. He had a son nad Gregory.
The title of the world's greatest swordsman is rarely ntioned now, gradually forgotten, existing only in the mories of the older generation who experienced the Blood War.
The disappearance of the world's greatest swordsman was due to the ergence of a swordsman nad Ares in the human race.
In front of Ares, no one dared to claim the title of the world's greatest swordsman.
When potential Supre Being Ares made his debut, Cedric Blackwell challenged him and was utterly defeated.
Since then, Cedric followed potential Supre Being Ares in campaigns against the Abyss, fighting in countless battles over a hundred years, killing innurable enemies.
The title of the number one nine-tier Lord was held by Cedric for nearly a hundred years, long before Maxen ca along.
Maxen, as the Supre Son, rose to prominence later, but that's another story.
During this ti, the Supre Demon God awakened. After a great battle with Supre Being Morpheus, Supre Being Morpheus chose to retreat, and the Supre Demon God fell back into slumber.
Ares then broke through to level 999, achieving Supre status and founding the Valor Sword Corps.
Cedric, as Ares' trusted lieutenant, served as the corps deputy commander, enjoying great prestige.
Until the new generation potential Supre Being Apollo erged, Ares fought a great battle with the Supre Demon God and then retired, with the Supre Demon God falling back into slumber.
It was then that Cedric Blackwell, who had killed countless enemies on the battlefield, sheathed his sword.
He left the stage to the new generation of young people, like Maxen.
Until today, he ca to save his son.
Three hundred years had passed, and Cedric showed no signs of aging, instead growing younger.
His son Gregory, however, had beco old and frail.
But a father is always a father. When Gregory Blackwell fell into the Ninth Abyss, Cedric Blackwell brought his sword and arrived imdiately.
The long sword on his back hadn't been unsheathed for seventy years.
When Cedric Blackwell appeared on the battlefield, the million-strong demon army dared not advance an inch in front of him!
However, this deterrence wouldn't last long.
The demon army's numbers were still increasing, and once they gathered enough demon creatures, they would still try!
They would throw their lives at this sword!
This was the demon race's most adept tactic.
Facing the silently accumulating demon army, Cedric Blackwell also remained silent.
The rift behind him didn't disappear; instead, a gentle voice ca through.
"Shall I?"
These two words imdiately caused the entire Abyssal Plane to tremble!
A terrifying pressure descended on the battlefield, making it hard for everyone to breathe, even causing Cedric Blackwell's face to change slightly.
The Ninth demon god was watching!
The Ninth demon god slowly spoke, "Ares, you don't have many chances left to strike. There's no need to waste your sword on ."
Ares, outside the Abyss, nodded, acknowledging the point. "Let them go."
The Ninth demon god was straightforward, "Let's make a deal."
With the world's greatest swordsman Cedric Blackwell stepping in and Supre Being Ares backing him, killing Gregory Blackwell was impossible.
It was better to settle for the next best thing and gain so benefits, at least not losing out.
Mike could see it clearly: demon gods were masters of changing faces, best at betraying their allies.
They never missed an opportunity to sacrifice their teammates for their own gain.
"Speak."
The Ninth demon god stated his condition, "Tell , what are your next three sword slashes, and who will they target?"
"Alright."
Ares nad the sword moves and added the targets,
"These three sword slashes will each target the Fifth demon god, the Fifth demon god, and the Fifth demon god."
Having received the desired answer, the Ninth demon god's will departed, and the demon army retreated.
Mike let out a sigh of relief, the crisis averted!
Only now were they truly safe.
The mont the Ninth demon god's will descended was the most perilous mont of this
journey!
At this mont, Mike's probability of surviving until tomorrow: 100%!
"Retreat!"
Without further delay, the group split into two teams to evacuate.
Joseph led the rescue team back to Earth through the human defense line.
This SSS-level mission was completed without any casualties, a miraculous achievent
destined to be recorded in history. They were undoubtedly heroes.
anwhile, Mike, Amari, Shadow Eleven, and Professor Gregory followed Cedric Blackwell to
et Supre Being Ares.
The ultimate goal of this trip was to bring Gregory to Ares for his Second Awakening.
Mike felt great, appreciating the beauty of being alive!
After leaving the Ninth Abyss, Cedric Blackwell, who had been leading the way, suddenly
stopped,
"Guardian Shadow restricted area ahead."
Shadow Eleven erged from Professor Gregory's shadow.
Mike also stepped out of Amari's shadow, ignoring Cedric Blackwell's curious gaze, and walked to Gregory's side, warmly saying, "Professor Gregory, let escort you a bit further!"
Mike added in his heart, "And et Ares."
The Guardian Shadow restricted area was clearly not Cedric Blackwell's rule but Ares'.
As they were about to part, Mike turned to Amari and seriously asked,
"Amari, can you tell your real na?"
Even Guardian Shadows have their own nas.
The current Shadow Seven was nad Violet Jones, which Mike could easily see with the Eye
of Truth.
But Amari had more concealnt, and the Eye of Truth couldn't see through it. Clearly, Amari
wasn't his real na.
Mike looked at Amari, wanting an answer.
After eting Ares, Amari would likely go on a new mission.
Although their ti together wasn't long, they had beco life-and-death comrades.
Without Amari's protection, Mike might not have survived, let alone earned so many Lord
rits.
At this mont of parting, Mike felt he should at least know Amari's real na.
When Mike had the combat power of a nine-tier Lord, Amari would also know Thor's real
na.
It was only fair.
Asked by Thor, Amari's face showed a look of reminiscence, and he smiled, "I haven't
ntioned my na in many years. In the Guardian Shadow, we don't ask about the past."
"But telling you is no problem. Just... can you keep it a secret?"
Facing Amari's request, Mike nodded in agreent.
Amari revealed his na, "In the real world, I have another na, Terraon Morrow."
Mike's expression froze slightly.
Terraon Morrow?
Blaze Morrow?
The old fox's big brother?!
Mike had seen Terraon Morrow's na on the Monunt of Faith, and his last words were
left for Blaze Morrow!
Mike had never expected to et Terraon Morrow in the Guardian Shadow!
And he was still alive, which was... great!
Collecting his thoughts, Mike smiled and said, "Bro Terraon, let's have a drink together
soti."
"Sure."
As Mike bid farewell to Amari, Gregory also had so words for Shadow Eleven. Upon returning, Shadow Eleven would also leave, as per Professor Gregory's wishes.
Even if another Guardian Shadow continued to protect Professor Gregory, it was ti for a
change.
"No matter how many words we say, we must part. We've been together for so many years; thank you for your hard work."
Professor Gregory looked at Shadow Eleven.
This person, who had always hidden his face in the shadows, had never shown his true face.
In the past years, they hadn't talked much.
Who said you couldn't beco close without words?
Walking together, accompanying each other, Gregory was very grateful.
He bowed deeply to Shadow Eleven, who quickly returned the gesture.
As he straightened up, Gregory found it difficult to stand upright, and Shadow Eleven helped
him up, slowly straightening.
Gregory coughed lightly and spoke again, "As we part, I also want to ask this question. Can you tell your na? After all, you know... the Second Awakening, I might really die."
Having gone through countless hardships to get to this point, Gregory still hadn't escaped the
shadow of death.
The Second Awakening had less than a 10% success rate.
If he failed, given Gregory's current condition, survival was unlikely. Shadow Eleven fell silent for a long ti before speaking, "On the day I awakened in the
Guardian Shadow, I swore. I would never show my true face again, never ntion my na...
consider death my rebirth..."
Shadow Eleven didn't want to say.
Moreover, just from Shadow Eleven contacting the Blood Sea Corps earlier,
with Professor Gregory's wisdom, he had probably already guessed Shadow Eleven's true
identity.
But even so, Professor Gregory chose to ask directly.
He was tired of guessing.
Having spent a lifeti busy with research, scheming with various monsters and demons,
exhausting his mind,
this ti, Professor Gregory wanted to see the answer directly.
"Can't I ask either?" Shadow Eleven fell silent again, the black mist gradually dissipating, revealing an old face,
full of wrinkles and stories.
It was him!
Cedric Blackwell and Terraon Morrow recognized Shadow Eleven's identity and were also
shocked.
Shadow Eleven's lips moved slightly, and he slowly spoke, his voice trembling, as if each
word drained his strength.
"I am a sinner of the human race... Darian."
As he spoke, Shadow Eleven lowered his head, his shoulders hunched, his whole body bent,
like an ostrich trying to bury its head in the sand.
He didn't want to show his true face because he felt he owed too much, had no face to show, living in regret and sha, unable to escape the shadows. Shadow Nine could save him, but couldn't untie his heart's knot.
Darian chose self-exile, leaving the battlefield to join the Guardian Shadow.
He clearly had greater potential and combat power, but he voluntarily took the position of
Shadow Eleven, silently protecting Professor Gregory. Gregory walked to Darian's side, helping him stand straight,
"Darian, you were never a sinner of the human race. If anyone judges you guilty, then no one
in the human race is innocent."
Everyone present fell silent, listening to the conversation between the two old n.
"Darian, you must promise one last thing."
Gregory patted Darian's shoulder and said seriously, "From this mont on, stand tall. Your
heart should be full of light, without guilt."
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