"Here, you use it next."
That exaggerated attack just now had consumed nearly half the Magic Power within him.
This Sword of Love truly seemed to feast on Magic Power to grow. The amount of Magic Power unleashed with each attack was somewhat overwhelming for Alka.
This was simply not a weapon someone of his current level should be wielding.
Several Red Cards appeared in his hands and were flung outward. Mixed among them were one or two Blue Cards. These cards flew in different arcs, embedding themselves in various places.
The two Blue Cards among them passed directly through the Evil Spirits and exploded in front of Pororo. Several Water Chains shot out, binding the surrounding Evil Spirits.
Upon hearing Alka’s shout, Pororo didn’t hesitate at all and immediately leaped into the air.
Countless jets of flame erupted, swiftly engulfing all the Evil Spirits below. A few lingering pillars of fire also struck the massive Evil Spirit.
Another slash, burning with Holy Flame, swept out, cutting all the Evil Spirits below in half at the waist.
Under the combined assault, these surging Evil Spirits were instantly annihilated.
Chadite, utilizing the Magic Power within his body and mimicking Alka’s previous attack, slashed fiercely at the Evil Spirits before him. This time, the flaming blade was even more massive and imposing than Alka’s had been, and it consumed even more Magic Power.
A single slash diagonally cleaved the enormous, blood-red Evil Spirit in two. Flames burned relentlessly on its body as it howled in agony.
"One more hit! Strike it again!"
Hearing Julia’s voice, Alka, who still had some Magic Power remaining, immediately took the sword from Chadite’s hands. Taking a few large strides, he approached the still-bound Evil Spirit. The flames on the Sword of Love in his hand blazed so intensely they resembled solidified Holy Light.
This time, his slash cut through both the bandages restraining the enemy and the enemy itself, slicing it again from the head downwards. It was like a hot knife through butter; the cut was clean, accompanied by a sizzling sound as if fat were rendering.
The two attacks had directly split the Evil Spirit into four pieces.
This time, a circular, silver ripple shot out, directly enveloping the enemy’s head. One could only see its massive maw opening and closing in a continuous roar, but no sound could be heard. It remained this way until the golden flames engulfing its body transformed it into wisps of black smoke that vanished into the air.
Something fell from where the Evil Spirit’s body had vanished, hitting the ground with a crisp metallic clang.
Alka, gasping for breath, approached Pororo, who was lying on the ground, Holy Sword in hand. Pororo, though on the ground, uttered no cries of pain, merely furrowed his brow tightly. There were several bloody gashes on his body, but these were clearly not the main reason for his intense discomfort.
Alka gripped the Sword of Love and poured Magic Power into it. The sword immediately became ethereal, and Alka plunged it into Pororo’s body. He then quickly withdrew it, and Pororo visibly relaxed. The wounds to his soul were healed and soothed.
After a few more breaths, Pororo took Alka’s offered hand and sat up. He had drawn the attacks of too many Evil Spirits just now and had inevitably been hit. He had forcefully endured the pain in his soul until this moment.
Having experienced such piercing pain himself, Alka knew it was no trivial matter.
After confirming Pororo was all right, Alka let him rest where he was.
Alka walked over to where the metallic sound had originated. He had indeed seen something drop from the Evil Spirit’s body. In the darkness, a faint blue outline appeared before his eyes. He examined the object on the ground. It was a sculpture resembling an arm, specifically a forearm and hand. It stood vertically, fingers pressed together to form a flat palm. The entire sculpture was bronze, covered with blood-red striations. On the palm, these striations converged into a heart-like pattern. Even now, these striations covering the sculpture faintly pulsed with red light, which flowed along them like blood.
Alka, still holding the Sword of Love that he hadn’t yet returned to its metal case, used it to nudge the sculpted hand. At the touch, the hand sculpture rolled twice on the ground with a crisp sound.
Chadite and Julia also came over, looking at the sculpture at their feet.
Chadite clearly didn’t recognize it from his expression, so Alka turned his gaze to Julia.
"You can’t expect me to know everything," Julia said. "I can only sense a strong aura of blood from this hand."
Gazing at the sculpture at his feet, Alka was about to return the Sword of Love to the metal case on his back when he suddenly flinched. His sudden tremor immediately caught the attention of the other two.
"Alka, what’s wrong?" Chadite asked with concern, reaching out to support him.
Alka, who had been on the verge of collapsing, suddenly steadied himself. He drew out the Sword of Love again, which he had just been about to sheathe in its case. Pouring Magic Power into the blade, he touched the tip of the sword to the arm sculpture below.
Holy Flames began to spread from the blade, transferring to the sculpture and completely engulfing it. As the flames burned, a nauseating stench wafted from the sculpture, causing the three of them to recoil.
While stepping back, they all remained highly alert, watching the unfolding scene. Pororo, too, dragged his injured body closer.