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Chapter 306: The Power Of The Past (2)
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A mont ago, Hela had carried Dorugo over her shoulder.
Her lightning speed allowed her to reach the edge of the island in the blink of an eye.
“Dorugo, where did that monster co from?”
Hela asked in a panicked voice as she set Dorugo down on the ground.
Dorugo clutched her severed shoulder.
“He is ...... the best and strongest of the undead I've ever created. Thanks to him, I was able to wipe out all the humans.”
“I don't understand what you're talking about.
Hela said with an incredulous look.
Damien Haksen may have used dark magic, but he was human, not undead.
Besides, what was the point of destroying humans when the Empire and all kingdoms were still standing?
“You stay here and recover, and I will go and stop Damien Haksen.”
Though surprised by Damien Haksen's strength, Hela was one of only a handful of Grandmasters on the continent, and her pride wouldn't allow her to back down.
No matter how strong Damien Haksen was, he didn't know how he would fare in a real battle.
“Hela, take with you.”
Hela stared at Dorugo in bewildernt.
“What do you an, take you with ?”
“Right now, Damien Haksen is in a human body. He's not a Death Knight, and he's much weaker than he was in his previous life, so this is your chance.”
“Explain that to so I can understand.”
“I an now is the only chance, while Damien Haksen is still weak, and I must capture him alive so I can fulfill my Great Plan!”
Dorugo shouted with a bright gleam in her eyes.
“No matter what, it's too dangerous to take you with .”
“Don't argue with , take , now!”
Dorugo shouted with a look of obsession and madness in her eyes.
Hela sighed.
Her behavior made no sense to her.
But the Dorugo she knew was not the kind of person who would make such an unrealistic claim.
“...... Are you sure you can defeat Damien Haksen if I take you with ?”
“Yes! Trust !”
“Good, then I'll take you.”
Hela picked up Dorugo and returned to the scene.
And she and Damien Haksen clashed swords.
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“Projection Sword.”
Damien spoke to the shocked Hela.
“Your realm allows you to manifest your ntal image into your physical body, doesn't it?”
It was a realm similar to that of the Imperial Supre Sword.
However, while the Imperial Supre Sword could project their ntal image into a sword strike, Hela could project her ntal image directly into her body.
In other words, she could move as fast as she could imagine.
“How do you know my realm in such detail…?”
“I copied your trifling realm.”
During his ti as a Death Knight, Damien’s talents had rapidly evolved with each battle.
At first, he could only spot the weaknesses of his enemies.
But then, he began to decipher their techniques.
Eventually, he reached a point where he could copy their techniques and realms just by observing them.
Any knight who displayed their skills in front of Damien even once would have everything they possessed taken from them.
And this was no exception for the dark knights of Pandemonium.
During the War of Destruction, Damien had fought alongside nurous dark knights. He observed closely how they fought.
Among the dark knights he had seen was Hela.
As a Grandmaster, her techniques were not easy for even Damien to analyze.
But it was only a matter of ti. Damien was progressing in real-ti, and he had plenty of opportunities to observe Hela.
In the end, Damien successfully copied even her realm.
“What nonsense are you spouting?”
Anger slowly began to surface on Hela’s face.
“You claim to have copied my realm? Don’t be ridiculous. Do you think this is so street perforr’s trick?”
Realm is the culmination of a knight’s lifelong dedication to honing their skills.
It is a knight's pride and everything they stand for.
To say it was ‘copied’ left Hela baffled.
No, it was beyond that. She was infuriated.
“My dear, I don't know what kind of trick you pulled, but don’t get cocky just because you’ve clumsily imitated once.”
Hela’s eyes glead coldly.
“Theta, stand back. If you get caught up in our fight, I’m afraid you might even die.”
Theta imdiately stepped away. Only after she disappeared did Hela ready herself.
“Damien, you’d better stay sharp. If not, your head and body will already be separated.”
Hela’s body vanished. Instantly, a flurry of slashes poured down.
Neck, heart, forearm, hamstring.
A total of six strikes targeted Damien’s vital points.
Even though they were consecutive strikes, there was no gap between them. It was as if she had swung her sword all at once.
Even for Damien, this was a dangerous situation. No matter how solid his defensive aura was, it couldn’t fully block a Grandmaster’s aurablade.
He knew this well from his past life experiences.
That’s why Damien conjured a ntal image. Visualizing how his body should move, and how he should deflect the slashes.
The mont Damien's ntal image took form, Erebos moved at the sa ti.
The slashes that had flown at him at the speed of light were deflected at the sa speed. The sound of the strikes being repelled only echoed afterward.
“You…!”
Hela was so startled that her tone changed.
“You deflected my slashes?”
“I told you.”
Damien replied nonchalantly.
“I copied it.”
Hela’s eyes flared with rage. She imdiately scraped the ground and charged toward Damien.
Her lightning-fast cuts went after every inch of Damien's body.
But not a single strike reached him.
Each one was blocked by an identical slash coming at the sa speed.
“This... this can’t be! How are you able to… how could you… copy my swordsmanship… my realm?”
The more her attacks were blocked, the more Hela’s fury grew.
But nothing changed. Her attacks didn’t even graze Damien.
“Aaaah!”
Hela scread in frustration. Just then, Damien spoke.
“Moving too fast is also a problem. You’ve been slashed by so many tis… yet you’re still moving.”
“What… nonsense are you talking about…?”
Suddenly, blood spurted from various parts of Hela’s body.
“…What?”
Hela looked down at her body in disbelief.
Her entire body was covered in wounds. Blood flowed from the deep, razor-sharp cuts.
All the tendons in her body had been severed. She could barely stand, let alone lift her arms.
When did this happen?
Hela hadn’t noticed her condition at all, despite the nurous slashes she had endured.
“Dorugo… how could… you call this… weaker…?”
Hela struggled to turn her head, looking at the Imperial Supre Sword, who stood so distance away.
The Imperial Supre Sword always had a cold, emotionless expression like a puppet.
But now, it was different.
He was looking at her with eyes filled with sorrow.
“Fool… I was… trying to kill you…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Hela’s neck was split open and her head rolled to the ground.
Damien brushed the blood off his Erebos and turned his head.
“Dorugo, did you think you could escape my grasp?”
Damien expended his senses. A feral grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“You were closer than I thought.”
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Dorugo returned to the battlefield and imdiately approached the Four Great Demon Kings.
"Kids! I’m back! Are you all okay…?"
But as she saw their condition, she froze on the spot. They were far more devastated than she had anticipated.
-Mother!
A voice called out from behind. It was Theta and she was rushing toward Dorugo.
-Why did you co back? You should have fled!
"Is this the ti to argue? Hurry, help ! We need to restore them!"
Dorugo hurried over to Epsilon first. Epsilon lay on the ground, with a massive hole in his body.
-Mother…
"Yes, Epsilon! I’m here!"
-I rember now…
Epsilon muttered weakly, looking like he was dying.
"What do you an?"
-It wasn’t the first ti… you created us…
Dorugo’s hand hesitated for a mont.
"Could it be… you rember too?"
It wasn’t impossible.
The Four Great Demon Kings were created using Dorugo’s soul. As a result, they were closely linked to her.
-I’m glad… we’ve t again…
"So am I. Now, focus on healing."
-I never imagined… I’d end up fighting Damien Haksen… and him…
Epsilon stared blankly up at the sky.
-When we fought together… it was like being with a god… there was nothing to fear… but as an enemy… there’s no one more terrifying… Now I understand… what his enemies must have felt…
"I get it. But stay focused. I’ll heal you all right away."
Dorugo’s hands moved swiftly. She needed the Four Great Demon Kings if they had any chance of facing Damien.
While Hela was buying ti, she had to restore them quickly…
"Dorugo."
The voice from behind froze her in place.
Then Dorugo turned around slowly, and Damien was standing there nacingly, cloaked in darkness.
"Hela…? What happened to her?"
"She’s dead."
Damien’s reply was short, as if questioning why she’d even asked sothing so obvious.
"That can’t be… Hela was a Grandmaster… There’s no way a human like you—not even a Death Knight—could defeat her…"
"I didn’t co here to explain Hela’s death."
Heaven-shaking killing intent radiated from Damien. This caused Dorugo’s face to go rigid.
-Mother, run! I’ll handle this!
Theta stepped in front of Dorugo, trying to shield her, but it was futile.
Damien closed the distance in a blink of an eye and kicked Theta in the abdon. She spat blood and was flung aside.
"T-Theta…! Ugh!"
Damien advanced toward Dorugo and thrust Erebos forward.
The tip of Erebos pierced through Dorugo’s armor, bursting out through her back.
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[Translator - Kie]
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