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Chapter 637 The King's Sword
"Something's wrong."

The snow was falling heavily before him, and the Dragon Bishop's expression was gloomy, showing no joy at having escaped.

The Dragonblood Knight Commander was equally nervous, saying, "We haven't encountered any checks by the Inquisition along the way."

The entire group fell silent. With the Alchemy Guild's spatial support, the Inquisition's decision not to intercept them along the way could only be explained by one thing: it was unnecessary.

“Keep moving forward,” the Dragon Bishop said resolutely. Retreating would likely result in a devastating attack. At the very least, they needed to get away from the Holy Wall. The two Grand Masters were exceptionally powerful and belonged to the Empire. Cooperating with the pursuers would mean certain death.

In the fleeing group of forty-odd people, a wandering adventurer removed his helmet, revealing the power of the Knight of Great Achievement. He turned around and said:

"You are all citizens of the Empire, and your exile abroad is out of necessity. I believe none of you would want to spend your entire lives in the freezing cold."

The adventurer said with a dangerous glint in his eyes, "I want to unify the barbarian tribes and avenge the royal family that persecuted me. As long as you join my team, you will all be heroes one day."

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, especially the second son of the White Wolf, who sneered incessantly. For someone so ignorant of the Empire's true nature, one could only say that ignorance is bliss.

"What a loud tone."

"Maybe he really does have some skills."

"Who hasn't fallen to this point? I have no interest in them."

The fugitives prepared to leave, but the Dragon Bishop stood still, his body stiff. He looked at the old swordsman under the tree in the distance, his blood seemingly growing colder. In the dark forest, hundreds of griffins opened their eyes and took to the air. The chief bishop from the Church of Destiny was playing the organ with graceful movements. Although he was blind, he exuded a mature charm.

“The Hand of the King…” the Dragon Bishop said with difficulty.

The Dragonblood Knights were on high alert.

hum!
An invisible sword light enveloped the earth, and the adventurers who had made bold pronouncements were instantly shattered into countless pieces of blood. The fugitives all fell to the ground at the same time.

The old swordsman casually drew the white knight's sword from his waist. It was the King's Sword, forged by seven alchemy masters from the entire Alchemist Guild. It possessed absolute sturdiness and sharpness, capable of unleashing a sure-hit strike, and was ranked as a sub-legendary.

"May honor and glory belong to the incorruptible, invisible, and eternally unique sword, forever and ever."

The old swordsman raised his knight's sword high. He believed neither in the Heavenly Father nor in any other lunar deity, but only in the sword in his hand. As the King's Sword began to respond, a violent sword light illuminated all directions.

Lawrence, who had already changed his mind and was about to leave the city, stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with extreme fear.

"What could have possibly gotten this person involved?"

The sword light subsided.

The old swordsman didn't even glance at the Dragon Bishop, instead fixing his gaze directly on the masked man.

"Dragon King, how much of your power have you recovered?"

The Dragon King removed his mask, his face expressionless. He was born holy and had no feelings of fear, but this elderly human before him was truly extraordinary.

The old swordsman showed them the utmost courtesy and forbade the two Holy Domains of the Great Wall from approaching. Just a year ago, the "Storm Lady" went out of control and rioted. A strange storm suddenly broke out in the "sky." Apart from the strongest Heavenly Father, all the other Moon Gods fell to earth and descended to the ground in human form.

The Church of Heaven named these fallen gods Saints. Saints initially possessed only ordinary Gold-level strength, but their strength would rapidly recover as faith gathered. Among them, the Dragon King recovered the slowest due to the existence of the Dragon Clan.

Conversely, the Dragon King's influence over the dragon race undoubtedly posed a tremendous threat to the rule of the dragon families, and the Dragonborn Church became a mortal enemy that the Empire had to eliminate.

The King's Sword points horizontally.

The Dragon Bishop was enraged. He donned heroic armor over his entire body and unleashed his power of blood. Nine crimson dragon shadows materialized around him and charged fiercely toward the enemy.

The falling snow dyed everything red.

"Usurper!"

The old swordsman remained expressionless as a terrifying sword light rose, shattering the nine-headed blood-red dragon shadow. The King's Sword's unerring strike caused the sword light to engulf the Dragon Bishop. This sword strike not only killed the dragon shadow but also permanently shattered the power of blood.

The hilt of the sword possesses the power to shatter everything.

Whoosh!
The Dragon Bishop knelt on the ground, his face covered in blood. The signature technique of the strongest sanctuary, the Sword of Severance, had shattered his heroic armor and great achievements. As the Dragon Bishop fell from his golden peak, the grievous wounds led to his death.

The Dragonblood Knights turned pale.

"So, Count Rhine, what is your choice?"

On the snow, a figure stood out almost imperceptibly.

Jiang He's eyes were serious as she assessed the potential returns.

Old swordsman = best puppet.

King's Sword = Dragonlance ascends to Legendary status.

Dragon King = Aya's feed.

A fierce battle is inevitable, but the rewards will be equally enormous.

Jiang He spoke up: "The Dragon King."

The Dragon King turned his head; he too was a powerful being in the mortal world.

“Pray to me,” Jiang He said.

The Dragon King's eyes shifted slightly, the old swordsman was taken aback, and the Dragonblood Knights were enraged. How could there be such a madman in the world?

But the Dragon King clearly had no sense of shame; he simply realized Jiang He's purpose.

A moment later, it began to pray.

The Holy Grail in Jiang He's hand had accumulated a layer of faith power.

"This level of achievement is undoubtedly the pinnacle of heroism."

"You don't need to wait anymore."

With a single sweep of his sword, the old swordsman beheaded all the Dragonblood Knights. At the same time, hundreds of griffins in the sky erupted in golden flames and fell one by one. The Bishop of Destiny, who possessed the power of fate, quietly retreated. It was she who had foreseen the location of the Dragon Bishop.

Whoosh!
The moment the Dragon King confirmed his true identity.

The old swordsman swung his sword down, a cross-shaped slash sweeping across the ground, cracking the snow in its path, its extreme sharpness sweeping across the landscape.

—Sky Sword Technique: Reverse Demon Cross.

Jiang He thrust out his spear, and hundreds of wolf shadows converged into one. The dark red spear light possessed unparalleled penetrating power, accurately shattering the center of the Reverse Demon Cross. However, as the sword light collapsed, countless fragment-like streams of light accelerated and burst forth. The Reverse Demon Cross was clearly just the starting move.

Whoosh whoosh!
The Heavenly Robe first splashed endless ripples, then tore apart inch by inch. Countless sword blades slashed at Jiang He's body, leaving it riddled with holes. The Holy Domain Sword Blade, containing the authority of the sword, possessed the terrifying destructive power to destroy everything.

call!
Chaotic energy extinguished the sword's edge, while strands of internal energy repaired the body. Jiang He lowered his two fingers, and the golden flames burning on the griffin in the sky converged, causing a huge fireball with a diameter of 100 meters to fall.

The old swordsman smiled and said, "So it is His Majesty the Sun King."

"Felix did not die unjustly."

A crisscrossing sword light rose from the ground, annihilating the sun's fireball. The Sword's Authority - Severing Influence Sword was activated. Although there was no attack, a huge wound that went deep into Jiang He's bones appeared on his chest, and golden blood gushed out.

"Still too young..."

boom!
The old swordsman's words came to an abrupt halt as, under the gaze of a pair of dark eyes, the light of chaos pierced through his throat.

The two greeted each other.

(End of this chapter)