"That’s why I really hate the Devil..."
The Silver Knight murmured. Like many others, he hated the Devil, but beneath that absolute hatred, he also felt a sense of helplessness.
When you are in dire straits, only the Devil will extend a helping hand to you. It was in the past, and it will be in the future as well.
No matter how much you hate them, you will eventually kiss the back of their hands...
The Silver Knight raised his long sword, holding it upright before him. The bright sword body reflected the icy helmet, and beneath the armor, those burning, scorching eyes.
Despite the intensity of the battles fought, the sword remained pristine. Its smooth blade bore no scratches, the edges sharp and neat, without even a notch, as if it were freshly forged from a craftsman’s hands.
This was the Silver Knight’s most beloved companion sword, one of the few items he carried with him after leaving the King’s Secret Sword.
If it weren’t known in advance, few would realize such an unadorned blade would be an Alchemy Armament, a Secret Sword.
The Silver Knight strode towards the Delusional, swirling his sword in a cascade of floral patterns, infusing it with Ether, its terrifying force billowing outward.
"Don’t block the way."
He said softly, then swung his sword towards the Delusional.
Illusory fantasies descended, layers of shield walls appeared out of nowhere, trying to impede the Silver Knight’s strike. But similar to earlier confrontations, no defense could stop the Silver Knight.
The defensive lines were instantly breached. The Silver Knight no longer withheld his power, releasing the Defender’s might further, with Ether fiercely overflowing and gaining a certain material form, erupting like fireworks through the gaps in his armor.
The blade approached in an instant. Just as it was about to strike the Delusional again, the Blade-Biting Wolf pierced through layers of obstructions, arriving with countless sharp blades.
Lebius didn’t think he could assassinate the Silver Knight, but he wanted to confirm something.
Dense blades scraped against each other, emitting a piercing, buzzing noise, like the screams of a thousand birds. The Silver Knight’s forward swing halted, wrist twisting, using his waist and abdomen with force.
The blade slashed across the Delusional’s chest, breaking flesh and shattering countless bones. The sword light broke free from the flesh but did not stop, aligning in a complete crescent moon, slicing towards the Blade-Biting Wolf behind him.
Metal collided with metal. Then the blade forcibly tore through the Blade-Biting Wolf’s weaponry, breaking through all metallic resistance, thrusting the edge into the very body of the Blade-Biting Wolf.
The Silver Knight sensed a hesitation at his wrist, but this sensation was only temporary. In the next second, the resistance vanished, and along with the faint glow from the sword, the sweeping crescent moon completely enveloped the Blade-Biting Wolf.
After a brief delay, the ghostly blue glow within the Blade-Biting Wolf dissipated. Then the steel body, as if lifeless, shattered into scattered metal debris, leaving only a rough humanoid skeletal frame kneeling in place, quickly snapping with a fatal sword mark severing the spine.
"So it really is you? The Third Seat."
Lebius’ eyes grew heavy. Since the secret war ended... no, since the beginning of the battle, this was Lebius’s first loss of a Blade-Biting Wolf. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel{f}ire.net
Entirely constructed from alchemical alloy, the Blade-Biting Wolf had excellent Ether conductivity and was incredibly durable, but before the fully-powered Silver Knight, it couldn’t withstand even a single strike.
This outcome was due not only to the Silver Knight’s strength but also to the Secret Sword in his hand.
The Iron-Cutting Sword.
In the Order Bureau’s records, it’s noted that this weapon underwent a Triple Transformation, reaching "Yellowing" as an Alchemy Armament. Its Alchemy Matrix effect wasn’t complex or deceitful, being purely of the Commanding School, its effect commanding all contacted materials to "dismantle."
This is an Iron-Cutting Sword, reducing all armament it touches to dust upon contact.
"Be careful, never let him get close!"
Lebius’s voice echoed over the Heart Core Net, reaching Bologue on the other side of the battlefield, leaving him deeply shocked.
As time went on, this timeline disorder event grew more insane, involving not only the Defender’s power but also being a continuation of the secret war from seven years ago.
Bologue felt a moment of disorientation, imagining himself on ice, with a vast black shadow slowly drifting beneath the thin frost.
The Silver Knight contemptuously glanced at the conflicts behind him. From beginning to end, these matters never caught his eye, as his goal was only the Immortal Heart.
Lebius attempted to interfere with the Silver Knight, but Hood and Bucker had already closed in again. These Negative Power Users weren’t particularly aggressive, but due to the unique nature of their Secret Energy, even with Geoffrey’s cooperation, Lebius found no quick way to defeat them.
Faced alone, Lebius had already killed Hood once, but this time the unyielding Bucker was there. As long as Bucker focused on defense, few could break through his line.
Lebius ordered Bologue. With the intense skirmishes, the King’s Shield Guard had suffered heavy casualties. If Hood and Bucker intercepted him and Geoffrey, no one would be left to handle Bologue.
Fast lay buried in rubble and flesh, even if not dead, lacked combat capability. At this desperate moment, Bologue and his men became an unexpected force.
Yet this force faced the Silver Knight and his Iron-Cutting Sword.
Bologue said nothing, responding to Lebius with action. He pulled the trigger, a storm of fire descending, engulfing both the Delusional and the Silver Knight into a sea of fire.
"For heaven’s sake! Are experts always this dedicated!" Palmer continued his complaints, as always.
"I just think it’s a good opportunity."
Bologue watched the figures within the flames, Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid forming dense Iron Armor over him.
Facing Palmer’s question, Bologue remained silent for a few seconds. He could feel Aimou’s restless emotions, suppressed yet sorrowful.
Bologue pondered, then half-jokingly replied, "An opportunity for the Newcomer of the Year award?"
Palmer looked at him like he was insane. Bologue simply laughed, saying, "If we win this, the award is surely mine, right?"
Bologue dreamed of such a future.
"Then we’d truly be the ace duo!"