Chapter 853: Chapter 396: Summit Deliberations (Part 2)
Lokhak, standing to the side, was taken aback upon hearing this, and a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes as he looked at the Demon Sword.
“What do you want to help you with?” Leon was a bit puzzled.
“I need you to join in judging these guilty wandering souls. When it cos to right and wrong, you are always more composed than Lokhak and .” Azeryan furrowed his brow, staring at the sword blade with hatred in his eyes: “I wish to subject these destroyers of Rolannar to eternal tornt, but… ultimately, I am just a mortal, unable to wield this power beyond death alone.”
He paused, closed his eyes, sighed to steady his emotion, and continued in a deep voice: “I cannot guarantee that I can justly ensure all sinners suffer punishnt comnsurate with their cris.”
Leon understood Azeryan’s aning.
Indeed, whether it’s by hanging or a thousand cuts, generally, death is already the harshest ultimate punishnt in this world.
But for those Demon Blades that can confine wandering souls, death becos the lightest selectable outco.
The hundreds of years of jesting sentences in the past life could turn into eternal punishnt under this soul-imprisoning magic.
Yet, while the thugs who bloodbathed Rolannar might deserve a thousand deaths, we cannot exclude the possibility of souls for whom re execution suffices to atone for their sins.
Just like the foster father of Little Gold Coin who fled Rolannar, it’s possible for there to be Kantadar people, even Urians, who haven’t committed unforgivable sins.
“Alright, we’ll judge the souls of these criminals together.”
Leon said, looking at Lokhak: “You too, the three of us will decide together. Perhaps we can even find the real culprits who murdered our loved ones.”
Realizing that they might find the true perpetrators of violence, Lokhak’s bloodshot eyes widened, and he nodded fiercely, re-igniting the fiery flas of vengeance that seed previously dim.
Azeryan did not find Lokhak’s fierce deanor inappropriate. Although he was not accustod to excessively showing emotions, his heart was indistinguishable from that of his bosom friend at this mont, which is why he hoped Leon could check his own anger when necessary.
He knew that only Leon could calm himself and Lokhak down when they lost control.
“There’s another problem. Unlike that long sword, the power of this Blood Demon Sword is extrely dangerous. Anger said that if it falls into the hands of other undead, it could be reversed and controlled by the sword. My father was conservative about this tornt. Leon, you understand the magic of sealing demons. Is there now a way to properly guard it?” Azeryan suddenly asked.
Leon pondered, examining the Demon Sword on the ground, realizing that the dangerous items around him were increasing.
The Black Sword tainted with Fear Demon blood, the Soul Stone sealing the Pride Demon, and now this Demon Sword forged by Blood Demon…
Frankly, unlike the unowned Horror Demon Blade in Anger’s hand, it’s unwise to keep the Blood Demon Sword, whose true owner, Squash, neither dispersed nor sealed.
Though his resistance to these demons’ powers was inexplicably high, keeping these things around was still risky. Not everyone could resist Spirit Realm magic’s erosion as effectively as himself and Olivia.
Leon cautiously raised his hand, using Object Control Magic to lift the Demon Sword into the air and stab it into the ground in front of him. Thinking for a mont, he replied: “Later, I will transfer all the sinner souls in the sword to another Demon Blade for punishnt. I will then figure out a way to destroy it or…”
Being troubled about how to handle these big headaches, a spark of inspiration hit Leon as he touched the pouch containing an empty Netti Card.
Almost forgotten, this divine artifact in hand wasn’t just capable of summoning magic.
As a powerful Magic Container, the Netti Card could also seal magic and matters, and its ability to contain the Blood Demon Remnant Soul and control the power within was testant to this.
Just like sealing the Boiling Heart Necklace before, seal both Valary’s Soul Stone and this Blood Demon Sword in the Netti Card…
Recalling how to operate it, Leon was montarily dazed, frowning slowly.
He couldn’t seem to rember how he sealed the effect of the magic necklace into the Netti Card initially.
Pinching his brow, Leon felt an inexplicable oddity in his heart.
Since stepping onto the path of magic with that Ancient Magic Guide Book, Leon was keenly aware of how extraordinary his mory had beco.
Up to now, nothing he encountered went unrembered, but why was his mory of the Boiling Heart so blurry now?
“Leon, what’s wrong?” Lokhak looked at him strangely, noticing he had suddenly stopped mid-sentence as if in a daze.
“Nothing, anyway, I’ll take care of this Demon Sword,” Leon ca to his senses, raised his hand to undo the copper buckle on his armor, and wrapped the Blood Demon Sword in his cloak.
He suppressed his inner thoughts, determined to examine his mory carefully after handling the current matters, to ensure it wasn’t Valary having tampered with him in his dreams.
With the Blood Demon Sword wrapped and secured under his arm, Leon’s gaze passed between the ruined stone pillars to look at the undead scurrying below the mountain fortress summit.
As far as his eyes could see, the remaining Corpse Ghost Army had gradually restored order from chaos; they seed to fear the sun overhead, slipping into the shadows of the dense forests and mountains, with even the Bat-winged Corpse Demons and Giant Bat Ghosts forrly clinging to the overcast clouds descending into the canyons and mountain streams to avoid the sunlight.
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