Dorechiut was bound to a cross, yet he continued to bark orders at Marishka.
Marishka had long since lost the will to act.
But whenever she paused, Dorechiut would assault her with Mind Pollution; that bizarre spell pierced right through her eardrums and burrowed directly into her thoughts.
She felt as if her brain no longer belonged to her, nor did her body; she could only obey Dorechiut’s commands, constantly using her own strength to lash him, aiding him in forging the “Magic Sword” to escape the agony.
“Spare me… I haven’t eaten for a week… I don’t want to do this anymore…”
Marishka begged.
“We are in the final stage, I will absolutely not let you stop! Increase the intensity!”
At Dorechiut’s command, Marishka felt her hands slip further from her control.
Supposedly, if her actions were not of her own volition, her talents as a blacksmith should not be able to manifest.
But the strangeness lay in Dorechiut’s manipulation spell, which could directly influence Marishka’s mind; even though her soul resisted, her body executed every ounce of her blacksmithing talent perfectly.
Watching the Holy Sword behind him transform from pure white to red, then black, stained with more and more “Demonic Qi” and “Evil Qi,” Marishka shed tears.
Her eyes grew moist, but her body could not stop.
How much despair must there be to commit such self-contradictory acts…
Suddenly, the door to the Forging Hall was blasted open with a boom.
Dorechiut and Marishka turned their gazes toward the entrance of the forging hall.
“Impossible, I set up a Protective Barrier; those dwarves who can’t even use magic shouldn’t be able to destroy these doors!”
“Rolshka” led five Berserkers as they charged into the forging room, shouting, “Let that girl go!”
Marishka was too familiar with that voice, and she said excitedly, “Darling!”
But then she realized that her lover possessed no magic, let alone the ability to break a barrier.
She looked closer and did not see the person she expected to see.
Instead, she saw a familiar figure, a familiar build, a familiar height, but wearing strange armor, radiating a strange aura, and standing beside four unfamiliar warriors…
“Rolshka… is that you?” she tried to confirm.
“Rolshka” said nothing, only speaking to Dorechiut on the cross: “Will you disappear yourself, or shall I make you disappear? Choose wisely.”
Dorechiut’s eyes widened, and a pressure unique to a Transcendent washed over the room instantly.
Sigma, standing at the front, deployed his shield and immediately felt as if a lion were pouncing toward him.
He had only glanced at him, yet he felt a tremendous sense of oppression.
Sigma was even forced to take two steps back by this pressure.
“I wondered what kind of riffraff had arrived, so it is the ‘Eternal Warrior’ who guards the Blacksmith Village,” Dorechiut said.
“Give up. Soldiers like you aren’t even worth me untying myself from this cross; I could annihilate all of you with my hands and feet bound.”
Dorechiut’s words clearly infuriated Soraka; she flew into a rage and immediately rushed forward to strike.
To her surprise, her blade only struck the Protective Barrier.
Seeing this, Selim threw 6 flying axes at once, forming a hexagon, and then hurled 4 more, pinning them onto the Protective Barrier.
She chanted, “Lord of Lightning, grant me power, and cast down the wrath of the Thunder!”
A purple lightning bolt immediately descended from the heavens, instantly shattering Dorechiut’s protective shield and striking him.
Dorechiut’s expression did not change; instead, he burst into wild laughter.
“HAHAHAHA! A waste of effort! You are merely delivering power to me! I am on the verge of merging with the ‘Holy Sword,’ and no attack can affect me!”
Dorechiut was not exaggerating; the moment the purple lightning struck him, it was completely converted into lightning elements and sucked back into the “Holy Sword.”
“Then try this axe of mine!”
Solk raised his twin axes high, leaping into the air, his body spinning vertically as he held the heavy axes, forming a vertical whirlwind of steel that descended from the sky and crashed down upon Dorechiut’s forehead.
The ground was instantly crushed and sank down by 6 inches.
Dorechiut could not move, so he was forced to take the blow with his body.
His human skin was split open, revealing the true Demonic Race physique beneath.
Black skin, crimson eyes, and a fanatical expression, paired with his ragged clothes shredded by the whips, turned him into a picture of madness before everyone’s eyes.
Marishka was shocked by his appearance.
She had never imagined that there would be another skin beneath the freak’s hide!
Truly hypocritical to the extreme!
Lillian stood at the back, observing the flow of battle.
She realized that although she could not see the movement of mana, she could see Dorechiut’s weakness.
To confirm if her eyes were deceiving her, she asked Eileen beside her, “Eileen, can you see the red glowing spot on the target’s chest?”
Eileen shook her head and said, “I cannot see it. His internal mana is deep purple and concentrated in his brain; he seems to excel in mental-type magic.”
Lillian said, “If even you cannot see it, then the others definitely cannot. I must tell you what I have discovered.”
Eileen replied, “What discovery?”
Lillian said, “There is a Core in his chest, connected to the hollow slot in the center of the Holy Sword. His Core’s color is fading, and the slot in the Holy Sword seems to be filling up.”
Eileen immediately drew a conclusion, “That must be the ‘material’ we need to retrieve. Though I cannot see the Core, I can indeed sense that the power of the Holy Sword is growing stronger.”
Lillian analyzed, “It is evident that once the Core inside Dorechiut disappears, the ‘Holy Sword’s’ corruption will be complete. We need to dispose of Dorechiut before then.”
Eileen said, “That is unnecessary. We just need to find a way to obtain the Core.”
Lillian said, “But… what should we do?”
Eileen clenched her fists, “Damn it… if only I could interfere with the facts of this place…”
At that moment, the Eternal King used Voice Transmission to contact Lillian.
“Miss Lillian, I heard the conversation between you and your companion. I will think of a way to retrieve the Core, but I require your companion’s help.”
Eileen joined the magical stream of communication and transmitted back to the Eternal King: “So you could all see me. You don’t belong to this timeline either, do you?”
The Eternal King did not choose to answer immediately, but instead said, “Powerful Demigod, I did not intend to hide the fact that we can sense you, but you need not be guarded against us, for we cannot interfere with things in other timelines.”
Eileen remained expressionless, “Tell me your real name. When I return 500 years later, my Master and I will come to find you together.”
The Eternal King laughed, “Hahaha! We must first resolve the enemy before us! Otherwise, the ‘anomaly’ existing in this timeline might swallow you up, leaving you trapped for eternity.”