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Sword and sword intertwined, clashing, roaring.
The sharp longsword fiercely slashed down on the rusty shortsword, a streak of fierce blue light swirling around the longsword.
That was a technique used to enhance the sharpness of the longsword, and it could be said to be a masterpiece of the most advanced alchemists in Southern Europe.
Forget about that rusty, broken iron sword, even the sharpest armor, or even defensive magic, could be easily torn apart.
However, this time was an exception.
Let alone splitting into two and then killing his enemy, that rusty longsword alone was unscathed.
That was a simple technique, adding his own magic power to the weapon, and then enhancing the weapon's sharpness and sturdiness.
This could be said to be a capability that all knights possess, and that knight who had already died naturally knew how to use this technique.
Even that knight, before his death, was at the level of a Great Knight. Just adding magic power could easily pierce steel, let alone block this attack.
"Truly ridiculous!"
The nameless knight said lightly, and then, something was opened.
That was the limit called Heroic Spirit, and also the biggest difference between humans and Heroic Spirits.
A layer of dazzling light surrounded his body, and his silver heavy armor gleamed.
The final disguise, the disguise as a human, was shed.
"Interesting. It's been a while since I've seen such an interesting fellow. Is this the power of Authority?"
Watching this scene, feeling the terrifying and intense aura emanating from the knight, Voban's eyes flickered with battle intent.
That knight, in his perception just now, was only slightly stronger than an average knight, to the point that he didn't even need to make a move.
But now, everything was different.
If one were to calculate, let's say the strength of this knight from before was ten. Now, it's probably around a thousand.
Even this fellow is now qualified to be an opponent for a God Slayer.
Moreover, even though Marquis Voban's lifespan was extremely long, he had not practiced any martial arts himself.
Therefore, if it were truly a close-quarters fight, this knight certainly possessed the ability to threaten him.
Of course, if you count Authority, the difference between the two is like heaven and earth.
Indeed, the Authority of a God Slayer is not something that can be accumulated and surpassed, or something that can be caught up to.
That was an even more terrifying power, an absolutely incomparable power.
Simply put, Voban's authority could easily destroy a city, effortlessly.
Therefore, this fellow, this incredibly strong God Slayer, possessed the power to be an enemy to the vast majority of magic associations in this world.
But the fierce battle in front of him had already stopped unknowingly.
Just a single sword, a lightly tossed, casual sword, whether it was a high-level magician or a Great Knight of great renown and strength, was easily killed by this man.
Sending that fellow of death back to death once again.
The power of the Heroic Spirit was clearly revealed. After all the curses on his body, inscribed by witches to hide his true strength, had vanished, the power belonging to the Heroic Spirit, with overwhelming might, completely erupted at this moment.
He gently raised the longsword in his hand, meticulously crafted by the highest-level craftsman, and then pointed it at Marquis Voban, who was still standing before the throne.
An invisible killing intent, carrying a gust of silver light, fiercely struck towards Voban.
Then, a slash.
It was a slash as if splitting heaven and earth, a fierce and powerful slash.
Indeed, in a sense,
This slash, which had already shattered the sound barrier, was said to be able to cut through anything, and he really couldn't dodge it.
That dazzling silver light, carrying an incomparable sense of sharpness, struck fiercely towards Marquis Voban.
If he were to be hit by that slash, even among God Slayers, he would be considered strong, but he would absolutely not have the slightest chance of surviving.
This time, there was nothing else to help Marquis Voban block this sword.
However, he was, after all, a God Slayer, a Demon King of God Slayers, an existence far beyond human resistance.
That was a green, eerie light, erupting from Voban's eyes which were wide open just now, instantly enveloping him.
That was authority, the authority named 'Eyes of Sodom'.
It could transform all existence, even a part of a God of Disobedience, into salt crystals.
Green light, spread over the knight's body.
Then, without the slightest pause, that knight directly transformed into pure white crystals...
Indeed, no matter how strong one's physical body, no matter how close to a spiritual entity a Heroic Spirit's shell might be, its essence is still death.
"Truly, what a boring fellow. He even thinks he can make me have a good time!"
That was a grumbling voice, like a small child who hadn't gotten candy, but in that childish tone, there was a terrifying sharpness and unparalleled killing intent.
However, as if responding to his words, the Heroic Spirit that had been turned into salt slowly moved.
Looking at that block of salt, following the fresh blood, it slowly oozed out, then flowed onto the ground. A look of extreme shock finally bloomed on Voban's face.
The next moment, it was a silver, dazzling light, filling Voban's eyes.
That was a terrifyingly sharp, absolute slash.
Then, blood gushed out.
A massive wound, as if to completely split Voban in two, bloomed on that old body.
"How can it be!"
That was a gasp, with a hint of disbelief in his voice.
Feeling the incredibly heavy injury on his body, Voban couldn't help but reveal a trace of fear.
Then, a reluctant roar.
Layers of silver hair rose from his body, and then, whether it was his fragile bones or his withered body, they all quickly pulsed.
That was an absolute, undeniable monster.
Named Apollo, half-human, half-wolf, appeared at this moment.
A pool of fresh blood spurted from his wound, but even with such a severe injury, it only made him more ferocious.
Then, without hesitation, wielding his massive, grayish claw, like an old mouse's claw, he unleashed a tremendous force.
Carrying an unparalleled gale, he fiercely lunged towards the Heroic Spirit knight who should have already been dead, grabbing at him.
Next, what was that shattering sound?
That Heroic Spirit knight was directly and easily crushed into pieces.