“Princess Lillian? Can you explain to me what is going on?”
“There is no time to explain, try to see if you can use magic.”
Eileen immediately moved her arm and discovered that she could freely control Lillian’s body.
She tried to channel magic and succeeded, but the efficiency was very low.
Just as she attempted to condense power in her palm, it quickly dissipated.
“It’s no use, I can move, but I cannot use magic!”
“Wait… I will try to deepen the link between you and this body… If I cannot return, you must take this body back to see Lord Atiste!”
After Lillian said this, her voice vanished completely.
In her place, Eileen felt an unprecedented abundance of magic flowing through her.
It did not even need to be released; the magic itself felt like a living entity, and the ‘vessel’ was magic itself!
A Demigod, with magic fully unleashed.
Even in such a state, she was still isolated within the ‘Chaos’.
“Mere ‘Chaos’, you think you can trap me?”
Eileen gripped the blood-red core, amplified her magic, and attempted to force her way through the seal of black mist.
Seven-colored magic light clashed with the surrounding black mist, causing intense spatial fluctuations.
Even Dorechiut, who believed he had reached ‘Demigod’ status, felt fear at this surge of power.
He looked toward Eileen and muttered to himself: “That is the enemy; if she breaks free, she will surely kill me…”
Dorechiut made a split-second decision and poured all his power into the Holy Sword.
The pure Holy Sword instantly turned into a blood-red blade, filled with the three hundred years of vampire power Dorechiut had accumulated.
The Eternal King did not hesitate either, ordering the Berserkers: “Combine!”
Solk, Soraka, Sigma, Selim, and the Yinxingren immediately transformed into five beams of magic light.
Solk was red, representing the fire of rage.
Soraka was blue, representing absolute zero.
Sigma was earthy yellow, representing the unyielding earth.
Selim was purple, representing the thunder of the gods.
The Yinxingren was cyan, representing the violent wind.
These powers poured into the Eternal King, merging with the ‘Chaos’.
The Eternal King transformed into a five-colored giant warrior clad in black armor.
His head was the majestic king burning with red flames.
His body was made of earth, a golden frame of incredible toughness.
His left hand was the hand of absolute zero that could freeze anything, while his right was the purple thunder hand possessing the power of divine lightning.
His feet appeared invisible, but were actually cyclone feet composed of wind elements, granting the giant swift movement.
The black armor and the massive black greatsword originated from the ‘Chaos’.
Dorechiut never imagined that the power level of this giant would also approach the level of a ‘Demigod’!
“RAAAH! What does combining matter? Die, you ants!”
Dorechiut swung with all his might; the blood-red storm strike from the Holy Sword even tore through space.
The combined giant also gripped his massive black chaotic greatsword to counter, kicking up a tremendous storm.
As a mere human, Marishka did not dare to look up; she could only press herself to the ground, barely managing to keep from being blown away by the shockwaves—
In this situation, being thrown into the air meant certain death by falling or being crushed, so she absolutely could not look up!
Marishka only had one thought in her mind: stay alive amidst the battle of these god-like beings!
She buried her head deeply, held it with both hands, and stayed prone, just to survive.
It was truly a case of ‘the gods fight, and the mortals suffer’.
Beyond the fear, all she felt was hatred for Dorechiut; she sincerely hoped the other two powerful entities would kill that bastard who stole the Holy Sword!
She prayed to the powerful beings in her heart.
The moment the Holy Sword collided with the giant’s sword, the entire barrier shattered, and Dorechiut’s castle exploded.
Even the blacksmiths in Thor Village could clearly see the five-colored giant in black armor wielding a massive sword confronting a pale-skinned vampire with wings holding a Holy Sword.
The ripples from their magic collision even triggered a blizzard.
Furthermore, there was an unexplained earthquake.
The dwarves of the Blacksmith Village were so terrified that they hid in their homes, scrambled into basements, and sought refuge.
Those traitorous dwarves who failed to escape were swallowed by the blizzard; their whereabouts unknown, their survival unlikely.
“It is not over! The power of the Holy Sword is not something you can infringe upon!”
Dorechiut swung again in anger; this strike intensified the blizzard, causing snow to explode in a 1 kilometer radius centered on the castle ruins.
All the snow on the ground was blasted away, exposing the barren soil beneath.
This time, the five-colored giant could not withstand the attack, and Dorechiut’s second blow struck heavily against the giant’s black armor.
The five-colored giant collapsed with a thunderous CRASH, vibrating so violently that the ice houses of the Blacksmith Village threatened to shatter and collapse.
The dwarf villagers hiding inside trembled, terrified of being swept away by this apocalyptic battle.
Marishka, due to being in the eye of the storm, was spared.
She wept, thinking that if she could return home safely, she would never touch a hammer again in her life…
Before this moment, she had never regretted the feat of crafting the Holy Sword.
But now, she never wanted to forge again…
‘If only Rolshka were still alive… I would run away from this village with him… and spend a peaceful life in a prosperous human city!’
The moment the five-colored giant fell, Dorechiut laughed: “Heh, HAHAHAHA, HAHAHAHAHA! As expected, I am invincible with the Holy Sword! Even a ‘Demigod’ giant is no match for me! HAHAHAHAHA!”
At this moment, ‘Lillian’—or more accurately, Eileen—who had been contained by the Chaos, finally broke free.
The chaotic atmosphere in the surroundings suddenly turned silent.
It was as if everything were welcoming the arrival of this true ‘Demigod’.
The snowflakes became tranquil, the storm ceased, and even the dark clouds in the sky parted, as a pillar of divine light shone upon ‘Lillian’.
Dorechiut fell silent immediately; he descended slowly, not even daring to breathe, standing still as he observed ‘Lillian’.
It was strange; this was clearly the precursor to a ‘Demigod’s’ arrival, yet Dorechiut felt not a trace of magic.
Normally, there should have been a massive surge of magical power…
He was just about to use Magic Perception.
The golden-haired girl before his eyes disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, Dorechiut saw his own chest pierced by the young girl’s arm; in her other hand, she held Dorechiut’s life’s work, the blood-red ‘Blood Sword Core’.
“How is this possible… I… was clearly… also… a ‘Demigod’…”
Dorechiut exploded, scattering into a blood mist, and vanished into the cold snowfield.
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