The Sword of Ruinous Fire wasnât fixed to the ground by any magic array but was inserted in a solid stone brick. The blade of the Ruinous Fire was still sharp. If you ignore the curse that caused severe pain, a slightly strong soldier could pull it out.
The black sword body and the hilt were integrated, and the hilt was inlaid with a dull dark gemstone. Its metal inlay was delicate and beautiful, but it wasnât fragile, and it didnât feel awkward to use. The scarlet flame was coiled around the black swordâs body, and from time to time orange sparks fell from the blade. Oliver could feel the pulsating power inside the sword, which could be considered a good sword that was full of fury.
Except for a certain pointâŠ
Oliver placed the blade of the Ruinous Fire in front of him, frowning. âWhy?â
âThe bone sword around your waist has no power.â Godwin was silent for a long time, clenching the hilt of his sword. âAnd I will use Breaking Dawn. Itâs not fair to you.â
Godwin couldnât tell how he was feeling at the moment.
He didnât agree with the meaning attached to this sword by the Pope, and truly didnât believe from the bottom of his heart that a mere sword could be used as a screening mechanism for the Hero. But why? Why could Oliver Ramon and his father use it freely?
He tried to become the perfect hero in the legends, the one who could pull the suffering people out of the water. For this reason, he could sacrifice and suppress everything. He would put his needs after everyone in the worldâ Godwin had long been aware of it, and now he could skillfully ignore those grievances and sorrows. Not for reputation, money, or power. Godwin firmly believed that he just wanted to do the ârightâ thing.
Because he was destined to bear the fate of saving the world.
For this reason, he discarded desire, weakness, and even killed his own father. After practicing hard day after day and risking his life, he started alone with just a sword, and developed Horizon into what it was now.
Why was he not as good as Oliver Ramon, who was still nameless a few months ago and operated an inn in a remote town?
Their fathers were biological brothers, so was there a difference in their blood? Or was he not good enough?
Why?
If, just if⊠As his father once prayed, Oliver Ramon is the âLast Heroâ, what has his life been so far? What should he do with everything he was carrying?
Godwinâs hand clenched the hilt of the sword and trembled a little bit for the first time.
âBlock the field,â he said hoarsely. âDonât let it spill to othersââ
As soon as Horizonâs mercenaries were about to retreat, they were stopped by the young man with a face similar to their commander.
âNo need for you to come. Thereâs someone on our side who can do it.â Oliver waved the Ruinous Fire a few times, then took a deep breath as if he was familiarizing himself with the feel. âJesse Dylan, block the field.â
âWhy me! Canât you let your little sweetheart do it?â Jesse, who was sneaking towards Horizonâs tent, wailed miserably.
Oliverâs and Nemoâs faces turned blue at the same time, and they invariably showed expressions close to nausea. Godwin looked at Ann in disbelief, whose facial muscles twitched a few times. The four students were expressionless, while the little nobleman even tried to cast a sympathetic look at Godwin.
âWhere are you looking, Lopez? I wouldnât bang one of your family members, not even for a night!â The female warrior rubbed her temples hard and made a hideous scowl.
âIâm having a serious fight with Godwin. Serious fight.â Oliver gritted his teeth and said pointedly to Jesse. âIt may require a very strong blockade from the great Mr. Dylan.â
Jesse rolled his eyes. With a wave of his hand, a milky white halo rose around the edge of the stone platform and led straight into the sky. The two people in the field seemed to be separated by a layer of fog, but they could still vaguely see their movements.
âWhich one?â Godwinâs face wasnât good-looking.
âNemo.â Oliver raised his sword. âNowâs not the time for introduction. Letâs talk about this later.â
âThatâs a demon worshipper! Youâre crazy.â Godwin gritted his teeth and swung his sword.
âI may be crazier than you think,â Oliver laughed dryly and blocked it steadily.
Gray smoke spread out abruptly, and a sense of oppression like a huge wave rushed straight at Horizon. The latter wasnât alarm. The blade of the Breaking Dawn flowed through the brilliance. A half-moon shape orange and red glow was flung out by the blade, dryly slicing through the gray fog. The movements of the two were amazingly fast that no one except for a few could see how they attacked and dodged. The sound of swords colliding was unusually loud as two figures slam into the ground and then in the air.
The bright figure in the cloak belonged to Godwin Lopez, and the dark one was the leader of Tumbleweed. Most people could only distinguish this. Most of the mercenaries in Horizon could only confirm their injuries when the two of them were pushed back by the impact and a burst of dust was drawn from the sole of their boots on the stone platform, so they couldnât tell which side had the advantageâ That is if they hadnât been blown away by the storm raised by the battle.
The two leaders looked evenly matched.
Neither side hit hard. The two of them had a few new cuts on their skin that werenât too deep nor shallow. Blood slid down their sweat-soaked skin and was then thrown out by the body when it moved again.
But Godwin knew in his heart that the current situation was far from evenly matched.
Oliver Ramon at first used the usual swordsmanship and footwork that was taught by the Knights of Judgement, but after a short battle, his style changedâŠ
Compared with the changes, it was better to say that Ramon was quickly getting used to the rhythm of the battle and was calculating the most suitable move to deal with him. His breath was no longer clumsy and immature during their first encounter. As the blades collided, something dark flowed from Oliver Ramonâs movements. His offensive was completely suppressed and even in the late stage he could only defend more than attack.
It was a hungry wolf-like oppression that only desperation could give birth to, as well as death-defying attacks.
If it werenât for Ramonâs lack of intent to kill, Godwin would have gladly turned this fight into a true fight to the death. The bloody aura on his opponentâs body made him wary. He had only seen this kind of emotion on the remnants of a battlefield.
And those gray mists.
They just churned around Ramon at first and didnât swarm to him. Ramon sometimes use them to devour the spells he used, but he never commanded them to take the initiative to attack. Godwin accidently brushed past them and the armor that touched the mist was instantly corroded.
As their battle escalated, the surge of gray mist became more regular, but they still stay in place.
The other party was holding back and the idea gave him the creeps. Except for soldiers who held high positions in the palace or the clergy from the holy church who he was unable to fight, Godwin Lopez had few enemies among the free mercenaries. He hadnât felt this feeling of not being able to see his opponentâs strength for a long time.
No.
Godwin abandoned his defenses, and his offensive became fiercer.
He canât lose.
The Breaking Dawn hissed, and the entire blade was wrapped in a strong light. Even though there was a layer of translucent light screen, the bright light could make peopleâs eyes ache.
If he loses, his life would be completely reduced to a tragic joke.
Some emotion was gnawing at his heart, and the pain couldnât stop. Godwin raised his Breaking Dawn, kicked the gravel slab with his boots, and slashed at the Ruinous Fire in Oliverâs hand with all his strengthâŠ
And his opponent looked at him sadly and let out a very light sigh.
At the same time, under the stage.
âCare to explain?â Nemo stared at the battle on the stage as he stretched out his hand and grabbed Jesseâs collar, making sure that the defensive barrier was just right. The blond young man planned to slip towards Horizon again.
âExplain what? Are you and Mr. Ramon planning to keep a low profile? I donât believe it,â Jesse grunted aggrievedly. âHave you told Mr. Ramon my identity? Oh, that expression just now⊠In short, you sold me out, so Iâll sell you out. This is called friendship, my dear friend. Now let me go. Iâm going to get Adri to come see the fun.â
ââŠâ The corner of Nemoâs mouth twitched, and finally turned his face to Jesse. Jesse found the right breakthrough. Although as the leader of the team, Oliver had the right to know Jesseâs identity, but when the other party mentioned it so squarely, he really couldnât get over it.
âWhatâs going on with this labyrinth?â Nemo decided to change the topic. âDid you do it or did I? At this power level, there could be no one else⊠I guess it was you.â
Jesse, who tried to slip away again, stopped. âDo you want to know?â
âConsidering that weâll have to escape from here in a few minutes and Ollie canât look directly at you for the time being, I really want to know.â
âWell, I did it. Just destroy it.â Jesse shrugged. âI donât care at all. Itâs useless anyways.â
âI see.â Nemo hesitated for a moment, but continued to ask. âWould you mind explaining the, uh, special biological situation here? But this is just my personal question. If you donât want toâŠâ
âOf course I donât mind! But even if I tell you now, you may not be able to understand.â Jesse seemed to be interested. He turned around and played with the tips of his golden hair.
âGive it a try.â
âWell.â Jesse raised his brows and gave a half-smile. âThen let me tell you a story.â
âOnce upon a time there was a lovely bard who wandered about, hungry and cold. Such a poor man passed by a gate and smelled the aroma of food coming out of the crack in the door. Guess what he would do?â
âBeg for a meal?â
âDo you have to say it so harshly? Alas, as they say people donât get something for nothing. Yes, the poor man pried open the door, entered the room, and found the host was enjoying his dinner aloneââ
âI think the word âbreak inâ may be more appropriateâŠâ
âA big table full of food like that couldnât possibly be finished by just one person. What a waste.â Jesse puffed out the from his nostrils, ignoring Nemoâs comment. âFinding that he couldnât beat the master, the weak bard had an idea. He proposed a deal to the hostâ âIâll provide you with what you want, in exchange, you can give me some food. The ones that are farthest from the table, just the ones that you like the leastâ. How smart, right?â
âThe lonely and bored host agreed to this deal, but heâs a bit of a purist and doesnât like to eat the same dish as others, so he made a request. The lonely bard had to find his own plate and choose the dishes he wanted from the table. The host hopes to carefully examine the samples of the dishes on the plate before deciding whether to give them out.â
Those ice-blue eyes stared at Nemo with a hint of inexplicable banter and Nemo could feel his body stiffening a little bit as he vaguely guessed something.
âTheir transaction went smoothly, and both of them got what they wanted. The bard has his own table and his own food. He just had a small oversight and forgot to wash the plate originally used to hold the sample. Until now, the samples are still on the plate and the flavors are all mixed together.â
âEnough.â Nemoâs voice was a little dry.
âDonât you ask me what the âhostâ wanted?â
âNot now.â Nemo took a deep breath. âIâm notâŠready yet.â
âA wise decision.â Jesse curled his lips. âWell, you see, youâre barely a human being now. Iâve told other humans the âtruthâ and guess what happened to them?â
Nemo stared at him steadily.
âThey all went crazy.â The beautiful blond young man smiled and shook his head, showing his white teeth as if he just cracked a funny joke. âAre you satisfied now? Iâm going to find my darling Adri! âŠâŠDo you think he can hold on in the end?â
Without waiting for Nemo to give an answer, he happily rushed towards Horizon.
âI didnât hear anything!â Before Nemo made a sound, the gray parrot he was holding in his hand squawked in a tiny voice. âI donât know anythingââ
Nemo reluctantly smiled, rubbed the parrotâs head, and looked at the center of the field again.
Godwinâs right arm holding the sword drooped as blood kept dripping on the ground. Oliver had a deep wound on his left forehead, and the left half of his face was stained with blood. Under the sticky blood, he had to close his left eye.
âItâs over,â Oliver sighed again.
âItâs not over yet.â Godwinâs voice was very hoarse with a sense of sadness. âI⊠Itâs not over yet.â
Oliver looked at him sadly. Godwin has no chance of winning, and he knew this very well at this moment.
Godwin Lopez looked painfully miserable. Oliver could guess the reason, and it was precisely because he could guess the reason that he couldnât take this battle lightly, but he really didnât want to give it his best at once. That might be too cruel to Godwin.
Abnormal and icy forces surged in his body, impacting his flesh and blood, bringing pain like being immersed in strong acid. If this battle continued, it would only become pure exertion and torture.
On the other hand, he should thank Godwin, Oliver thought to himself. The way his opponent manipulated the holy sword Breaking Dawn was worth referring to. He may have some clues of this strange power.
It was time to end it.
Oliver waved the Ruinous Fire.
The gray mist gathered behind him, pounding each other. A cold light flashed in the grayâ Several icicles were born from it, pointing directly in Godwinâs direction.
Godwin was no longer able to hold up his shield.
The leader of Horizon stood stubbornly, his back straight. The holy sword still exuded a warm light, but its owner looked as pale and cold as snow.
âThe Pope of the Laddism Church, Dawn Quinn, once said this.â Godwinâs tone was equally cold, but it was mixed with a trace of fragility that he had never had before. âA truly brave hero will be recognized by the Ruinous Fire, without guilt and confusion, and will not be burned by the curse. Your father was like that, and Ramon, so are you. You mightâŠâ
âIf this is what you have been caring about since just now.â Oliver approached Godwin, wiped the blood from his face indiscriminately with his hands, and a bitter smile creeped onto his face. âUh, I think you have probably been deceived.â
âLike holding a red-hot iron, or accidentally pressing your hand on the pan for roasting meat while the oil is still hot.â Oliver looked at the Sword of Ruinous Fire burning blade in his hand. âIt hurts, doesnât it? But Iâm used to it, so itâs okay.â
For the first time, Godwin looked at him blankly.
âDid Flint Lopez himself say, âOnly those who are not confused and guilty can use this swordâ?â
âNo, he shouldnât have mentioned it. He only mentioned that this sword has the power of calamity. This is the curse that Clementine successfully parsed from the sword after he disappeared. It will burn people who are guilty in their hearts, and Flint has been using it, so everyone thoughtâŠâ
Godwin couldnât continue.
Just now, Oliver Ramon was also using this sword calmly. An absurd conjecture rushed into his mind.
âThatâs right. Dad⊠I know that Dad at least had one thing he regrets in his heart, and he even used it to educate me. Heâs not an incredible person. As for the âpower of calamityâââ
Oliver lowered his head and raised the sword horizontally.
The Ruinous Fire shattered turning bit by bit into powder starting from the blade of the sword, like burnt charcoal. The inlaid gem on the hilt of the sword fell on the powder, shining with a dim light.
âIâm afraid the âpower of calamityâ doesnât exist either. As far as Dadâs character is concerned, he may just want everyone to stay away from this sword.â Oliver looked at the powder in his hand and breathed tremblingly. âThe Ruinous Fire is a good sword, but itâs just an ordinary good sword.â
âA fool attached a curse to it so he could punish himself for the mistake he made. I donât know what misunderstanding you have about my father. Heâs just⊠an ordinary person full of remorse.â
âThatâs it.â
The author has something to sayïŒ
Oliver did not âsuccessfullyâ pull out the sword hhhhhhhhhhh I wouldnât go with that route da~ (ϰâœÂ°)
The Ruinous Fire is actually the predecessor to the Light Pole Staff! However, the degree of material is definitely better than the Light Pole staffâ
The deal between Jesse and Nemo happening in a small corner, happy~
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Godwin: Ah, it doesnât hurt Ramon. Ramon is better than meâŠ
Oliver: Actually, I just have better endurance than you, thanks.
Godwin: âŠOkay, letâs talk about your boyfriend.
Oliver: âŠ
Kinky Thoughts:
There were many speculations left in the comments in the previous chapter about the sword and who would be able to lift it⊠and in the end, it turns out Flint (and the author) was trolling everyone.
Is everyone getting all the clues being dropped from Jesseâs story?