"Have you... found aning?"
The ever composed [Twilight Duke] finally had a change of expression at this mont. She slowly stood up, looking at him gravely:
"You are no longer yourself, Lord Leoz — no, now you are a senator of Earth. The strength you wield bears no resemblance to what should belong to the Starry Abyss Side."
"Indeed, in the Starry Abyss Side, I was just cannon fodder. My aning ended there. I can't compete with you lofty lords."
Leoz chuckled:
"Thank you, [Twilight Duke]."
The next mont, he clenched the void and smashed down the Hamr of Authority.
"[Smithing]!"
Clang!
At the call of one strike, legendary craftsn throughout Earth's long history heeded his command, precisely manipulating the smithing machinery. They deconstructed and analyzed the Holy Sword, thoroughly understanding its original intent and designing the direction for its creation.
"[Smithing]!"
Clang!
A second strike summoned the elents of tal Ether from the Starry Abyss, which lted and dissolved under the laws set by Earthlings, now malleable at will, ready to be introduced into the mold.
"[Smithing]!"
Clang!
For the third strike, the philosophy of life comprehended from historical tis was infused into the sword's blade, where various abstract visions and smithing techniques organically combined at this very mont.
"What I intend to forge is not a sharp blade to suppress and enslave others, but a weapon that defies fate, one that even mortals can wield. It must transcend concepts, transcend nations, and transcend beliefs. It discriminates not between high and low, for any who wish to challenge destiny should be able to take it up."
[Twilight Duke] shook her head.
"No such weapon exists in the world."
"Give it up. Even if I can't discern the substance of that sword — it's not sothing soone of your level can forge."
"How much longer will it take for you to realize that, even with every ans at your disposal, victory is impossible for you?"
"I never intended to win."
Leoz extended his hand toward the furnace, the intense fla lting his battle armor, his skin and flesh burning, yet he felt no pain.
Instead, he found it quite warm.
"If I, a re cannon fodder, am considered a senator in the Secret Society, specifically a Blacksmith Senator of such importance, the only reason is that my original intent has never wavered."
The fla ignited his body, and the weapon being forged unleashed a powerful energy, engulfing and obliterating the craftsn at work.
"I never intended to defeat you, [Twilight Duke]. I want to show you, whether it's the Starry Abyss or Earth, I don't care about the process or the ans, whether they are filthy or noble. I only know there is one goal for doing this."
Leoz's hand grasped the molten hilt of the sword, as an evil belief spread, his words echoing through the void:
"I want to destroy this world."
Flesh and bone proliferated, entwining around the blade.
"The heavens have no justice, so I order the world anew. It will either be reshaped by my hand, or it will continue to rot, never to rise again."
Blood as quenching, the body completes the sword.
"Kneel, you Yanyan Deities, surrender to your most primal instincts, and let show your noble selves how this savage force brings you fear!"
Leoz clenched his teeth, his strength breaking through its limits in an instant, the Ether Blood in his body continuously flowing to the hand that held the sword.
"Co out!"
"Forget it, it's aningless now."
[Twilight Duke] could no longer bear this farce.
She approached, slapping the figure of Leoz being engulfed:
"The circus has ended, you and your pathetic end draw to a close together..."
———— Clang!
From within the forge, a light burst forth, piercing through the cosmic and prival world.
In that instant, before [Twilight Duke] Ira Dasko's eyes, like a film strip, her entire life up until then flashed by, from birth to death, everything was so vividly nostalgic and beautiful.
...Death?
Clang!
The scorching blade cut [Twilight Duke] in two. The reforged Holy Sword did not pause, spinning into a flourish in the right hand, reversing grip like a scythe to hook around the neck and pull it forward.
Her head was snatched up, eting those eyes swirling with galaxies.
"Shut up! I will never submit."
With that, Leoz crushed the head with a single grasp.
Snap.
The next mont, the illusion shattered, the void world being eroded by the smithing world, Ether Blood traversing the void, distorting the world of the Starry Abyss.
"Huh? Where is this, is this still the void?"
"Damn, the air here's so hot — but how is there air in a vacuum?"
"Are we back? The space here suddenly stabilized, damn it, we can actually stand!"
The figures of the Expeditionary Army kept appearing in the smithing world, only by checking the records would they find they had died once. Most were confused, but soon realized the change in atmosphere and environnt, reassuming combat stances.
The slain [Twilight Duke], without a mont's pause, imdiately resurrected right across from them with just a thought, while Zhou Yuan's Void Overlord and the Commune Warband swiftly gathered, standing upon the land of the Void Realm.
In an instant, tensions escalated, swords drawn, even separated by dozens of light years. But at this level, with the unique features of the void environnt, it only took a few breaths to reach each other.
"Truly unexpected."
[Twilight Duke] Ira Dasko touched her forehead, seemingly still captivated by her recent decapitation:
"This power, it's so primal, pure, savage."
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