Elephants didn't care about ants' feelings. They didn't care about their emotions.
The existence on the blood cloud was attracted by the World Protector's blood and the ancient incantation. It descended into the valley, bringing justice and light to the world, just like what was written in the scriptures.
However, it couldn't help but frown as soon as it appeared. The altar was much simpler than it had requested. The amount of Akensser Ores was only half of what it normally was. This meant that its body could only last for a short period of time in the human world.
What made it even more dissatisfied was that there was only a lonely figure waiting for it.
The man didn't kneel piously after it appeared, nor did he express his respect and submission in fear. He just stood on the altar made of black stone, raised his head, and stared at it coldly.
It was a pity that the thing in the sky had lived for too long, to the point that it had forgotten what hatred was like.
That was why it couldn't understand what was contained in those eyes.
It was a man's most affectionate confession to his dead wife. Thirteen years of despair and torture, painstakingly searching and scheming, step by step, and finally reaching the end. Now, he stood there with no more worries in his heart, just to swing the sword in his hand.
This was a sword that had never appeared in the human world, and it was also the most powerful sword.
Karov had come to the valley early and spent two days adjusting his body to peak condition. He spent another four days making his mind perfect as well. After that, he spent a whole week nurturing the sword with his heart.
Now that the ceremony was complete, it was finally time for the sword to be unsheathed.
Faith seemed to sense the strong will in its master's heart, and the sword eagerly trembled in response.
The strong wind in the valley blew the man's clothes and hair. He had already accumulated his power to the limit.
In the next moment, accompanied by a loud bang, the cracked altar collapsed, and Karov's figure disappeared from the altar.
The existence in the blood cloud sensed a trace of danger.
However, it didn't react immediately. The pride of a lion didn't allow it to be fully alert when facing a rabbit's attack. This moment of hesitation made it pay the price.
By the time it realized what was happening, the tip of the sword had already touched its skin, but even at this moment, it was not too worried.
Because it had a perfect body that didn't belong to the human world. Its skin was harder than rock, its flesh and blood were stronger than any armor in the world, and its bones could support a mountain … It indeed had the reason to be proud. Even the Magic Towers of those Grade Nine Supreme Magi couldn't compare to its body.
However, in the next moment, a miracle happened.
The sword that came from the mortal world pierced through his skin without hesitation, cut open his flesh, and cut through his sternum. The sword's power did not diminish, and it pierced deeply into his chest.
At that moment, the expression of the thing in the blood cloud finally changed. An earth-shattering roar came from the valley. All the birds within a hundred miles fell from the sky, and all the beasts crawled on the ground in fear. Silver, who was hiding behind a rock, fainted from the shock of the roar. Fortunately, the magic crystal in her hand was still faithfully recording everything in front of her.
Two bright rays of light burst out from Karov's sunken eye sockets, so bright that no one dared to look at him.
The sword that he swung had completely surpassed his own realm, the limits of the human body, and the pinnacle of swordsmanship. It was not only the desire for vengeance, but also the strongest love he had for the girl named Eluria.
It was this love that made him choose to stand here, and it was also this love that made him willingly walk towards destruction.
But before that, he still had unfinished business.
This was the vengeance of an ant, but even an elephant couldn't ignore it.
Karov ignored the giant hand that was reaching for him. His expression was unprecedentedly focused, and the strength contained in his body was not exhausted. He was still moving forward with the Elven sword in his hand. Wherever it passed, flesh and blood would be torn apart, and a rain of blood would fall from the sky.
Below, all the plants around the altar that came into contact with the rain of blood could not help but grow wildly.
If there were any other witnesses in the valley, they would definitely be in disbelief at the scene before them. So even the high and mighty eternal existences could bleed, get injured, and wail in pain? Could they feel pain like we do? To think that the incomparably powerful gods in the Divine Grimoire would actually be in such a sorry state.
Karov's eyes widened in anger. At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind — one more step, one more step. As long as he took one more step, he might be able to pierce that thing's heart and leave it here forever, in this silent and uninhabited valley. The reason he chose this place was because it was very suitable as a burial ground.
The blade of Faith in his hand was already covered in cracks, but it could feel the desire in its master's heart and let out a final roar.
At this moment, nothing in the world could stop this man and his sword.
But when Faith used all its strength to stab into the place that should have represented the heart, it was empty.
There was no disappointment or pain in Karov's eyes because he had already stopped breathing a breath ago. He maintained his charging stance as if waiting for the arrival of dawn.
Only when Faith was completely shattered did his fingers let go of the hilt of the sword. His corpse fell to the ground powerlessly like a broken doll.
Luo Luo was finally able to see the face in her memory again.
The man who was connected to her by blood, the man who gave her life, the man who sheltered her under his wings, the man who used the softest and most gentle tone to say "I'm sorry, Daddy couldn't take good care of you" on the last night before he left … He really disappeared from this world.
The only thing left for this world was that unknown, resolute sword.
The heavily injured and exasperated existence in the clouds couldn't find a target to vent its anger on, so it turned its gaze to Karov's falling corpse. A ball of golden flames shot out from its palm and devoured the corpse. The fire burned wildly as if it wanted to destroy the last trace of that man's existence in this world.
At the same time, the magical elements in the surroundings surged and floated towards the blood cloud, continuously repairing its body. The image of the magic crystal pulsated. Originally, there were still two magic hours left to record, but at this time, the magic crystal at the bottom was completely exhausted and could no longer hold on.
Finally, all the images disappeared.
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