"(Falysian) Begone, you filth-ridden scrap iron!"
Li Deweidens swung his blade, and the red sword imdiately filled with light, tossing thousands of ch Soldiers to the ground. Their chanical bodies instantly rusted, crawling with plump, squirming maggots like decaying flesh.
Once a powerful figure of Oga, a Demigod Knight, the successor of Lichi Peak, despite a millennium of ti erasing his status and decaying his body, his skills had not declined in the slightest.
He coldly swung his blade, the pure exertion of force dominated the air, making it his obedient servant, like a hound lunging at the enemy. The scorching air slashing against the friction created a blinding red fla.
[teor Slash]
A High-Rank [Destroyer] Pathway technique that every swordsman had to master.
As long as they fought in the atmosphere, [teor Slash] was the simplest, most brutal, and least laborious mode of attack. It could repulse and suppress enemies up close, and harass and kite them from afar.
The key aspect was that it consud no Supernatural Energy but demanded extrely high skill with the sword.
Li Deweidens unemotionally swung his cursed blade. His left foot stepped on ice and his right foot on chanical carcasses. Fire and ice intertwined, playing an ode fittingly dubbed the ’Song of Ice and Fire.’
Destroyer’s rhythm actively fluctuated, while the assaults from the Citizens of the chanical World grew more frenzied.
Li Deweidens remained serene.
His soul and body had died twelve hundred years ago. Now, only his desiccated spirit remained alive.
There was nothing to complain about. Expelling these Citizens was rely another task, just like scratching an itch, sneezing, or spitting away a botherso entity on the body.
That was it.
His heart had died; it would never stir again. He neither understood hatred nor excitent.
Simply swinging a weapon, repeating aningless slaughter, as a Spiritual Body, he held no emotional fluctuations.
"chanical World: Transformation, Heavy-armored Dragon Zeibert!"
Sofia Malin was suddenly thrown against the mountainside, as three combat chas reassembled into a heavily ard red-and-white chanical dragon. It lashed out with sharp claws, repeatedly striking and tearing at the Fairy of the Lake. Its tail whipped against the ground, lifting its heavy body, allowing the ch dragon to stomp its sturdy steel foot fiercely on Sofia Malin.
Boom!
Smoke and dust roared up.
Li Deweidens looked on coldly, with no intention of expressing support or lending aid.
The Fairy of the Lake and he shared only a collaborative relationship. Her self-imposed mission to protect Falysia’s Heroes’ Cetery was her own decision. Li Deweidens never sought her help; they rely had a common goal.
With a glance, he resud his slaughter.
Repetitive, monotonous, crushing slaughter.
His mind was exhausted, emotions thin, neither grateful nor adaptable in thought.
He killed any enemy he saw, spared any ally, and indifferently regarded everyone equally.
Perhaps his status had been eroded for so long that even the curse of Starry Abyss no longer clung to him.
If not for the current massacre evoking Fear in the ch Soldiers, perhaps Li Deweidens would have been discarded by the world long ago.
He raised his sword, just about to clear out the ch Soldiers on the next hill when suddenly, a nimble figure dashed past him.
"Heya!"
Caral Snail leaped into the air, using his Growth-armored Vanguard to jump and change directions midair, while simultaneously firing his Blood Pressure Cannon, decimating several ch Soldiers on the spot with compressed blood.
"Nice one, bullseye every ti!"
Garidon leaped to his side, launching a plasma grenade and giving a complint.
"You’re too kind, it’s all thanks to this Growth-armored Vanguard." Caral Snail sheepishly scratched his head.
Garidon rolled his eyes at him, "I ant the auxiliary aiming of the Gear."
"... (Civilization of Fiery Sumr)"
Caral Snail mumbled, suddenly feeling sothing off behind him. He turned around and locked eyes with Li Deweidens.
The pressure of Epsilon Stage overwheld them, pinning the two Little Alphas in their Delta Rank Gears to the ground.
"Holy crap—" Garidon’s body froze, feeling as if he had plunged into an ice cave, "We’re dood. Is he going to hold us accountable for the fire?"
As their eyes t, Caral Snail, unlike the terrified Garidon, felt no fear and instead seed sowhat familiar with the image: the White Wolf Helt, the brass chains around his neck, the faded armor, and the crimson cursed longsword.
This... looked so familiar.
Caral Snail was a bit dazed; his eyes lit up green.
"Yes, it is you, Knight Li Deweidens..."
"(Falysian)... [God of Vanquishing Delusion] Gio Zieou."
Li Deweidens uttered a soul’s whisper, communicating directly with him:
"(Falysian) You’ve continued in different forms, though it took a full five thousand years... Your enmity with the [Tailor] should be settled."
"In any case, I am back."
Caral Snail smiled, lips pressed tight, as he faced Li Deweidens:
"And, it’s not just who is back."
As he spoke, Caral Snail deliberately glanced at Garidon beside him.
"(Falysian)... Is this one as well?"
"Indeed."
Caral Snail nodded, confirming this statent.
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