Fool's Library

"In a perilous situation where death seemed almost certain, in the most perfect form, to achieve that transcendent... angel of the 'Chariot' sequence?"

In the distance, Tucker's pupils suddenly contracted.

He never imagined that between legend and angel, there was that insurmountable chasm he had spent his entire life trying to break through hundreds of times, yet never succeeded...

At this moment, it seemed that Hiltina was truly about to surpass him, within just three minutes.

Such a Hiltina, once she becomes an angel...

Even if the three guardians of the tomb break free of the seal later, will they still be a match for her?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Tucker instinctively wanted to act on it.

At this moment, the guardian angels are isolated from the night created by the sword of night sky, while Hiltina is racing against time to ascend to the angelic realm.

Of everyone present, he was the only one who could move freely.

Although he was forced to seek help from the gravedigger because he could never become an angel... Tucker was still a legendary powerhouse with hundreds of years of experience.

In terms of accumulated experience at the legendary stage, he should far surpass Hiltina, who has not yet truly broken through to the Angel level.

Moreover—

At this moment, Hiltina is not only seriously injured, but also at a critical juncture in her ascension to angelhood. Even if she maintains her ability to observe the outside world, it will inevitably be weakened by her distraction during the breakthrough.

In contrast to Hiltina, who had lost her holy sword and its scabbard, Tucker was quite well prepared. Not only was he unharmed and in perfect condition during the previous exchange, but he also had prepared tools specifically for attacking and even carried several relics of the Gravekeeper in case of emergency.

From every perspective, this is undoubtedly the best opportunity for Tucker to launch a surprise attack on Hiltina while she is trying to break through.

Even if we can't kill Hiltina, as long as we interrupt her advancement process and delay until the gravekeepers return... everything will be settled.

However, Tucker just stood there, frozen in place.

A bead of cold sweat slowly rolled down his forehead.

will die.

will die.

will die.

This was Tucker's legendary intuition, an incredibly clear and strong warning sign.

If he were to attack that seemingly unsuspecting female swordsman on the ground... he would die, he would definitely die.

If it were Hiltina, even if her intuition gave her such a warning, she would still act without hesitation.

But Tucker couldn't do it.

He betrayed his past as a guardian of the empire and colluded with the tomb keepers because he feared death, desired immortality, and wanted to prolong his life.

Today, he has long forgotten his original aspirations when he fought bloody battles in his youth... That thirst for immortality has become a curse, an obsession that has lasted for five hundred years.

"The so-called Nightblade is essentially a manifestation of the 'mental landscape' of the night traveler; it is a power originating from the mind."

"It's not that I became powerful because I possessed the Nightblade, but rather that I first had a powerful heart, which enabled me to possess the Nightblade."

Tucker suddenly remembered those words.

These were the words that Tucker had taught young Hiltina twenty years ago, and now, twenty years later, they were being returned to him by his own student.

and so.

Having once been a traveler of the night, yet unable to wield the Night Blade again... has he already lost the heart of a strong person?

No wonder the protective night sky created by that sword of the night sky isolated the three angels of the tomb guardian, but not himself.

So, from beginning to end, in Hiltina's heart, he wasn't even considered an "enemy"?

In that instant, Tucker lost the courage to personally attack Hiltina.

Even though she was completely unprepared, even though she was covered in wounds.

However, this does not mean that Tucker should sit idly by and watch Hiltina ascend to legend.

"Fortunately, I had another trump card prepared from the very beginning."

"The trump card besides the gravedigger."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Tucker was incredibly grateful that he had kept a backup plan, which might have been a game-changer.

In his hand, a sculpture, seemingly cast from black iron and exuding an eerie aura, quietly appeared.

"That illusion collapse just now must have shattered your Night Sky Sword completely, right?"

"Now you have no more tricks up your sleeve. Just one more angel-level fighter would be enough to defeat you."

Tucker looked down at Hiltina from his vantage point:

"Although the angels who guard the tombs have been isolated."

"But what if it's not the Tomb Keeper... but the Twilight Lord who created the Iron Cross Plague in the Sixth Epoch?"

"A demigod descending with the full power of an evil god is not much less powerful than an angel."

As he spoke, Tucker began to chant.

That was a blessing bestowed by the gods.

"Supreme, great Lord of Twilight, Serpent of Dawn and Dusk..."

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P.S.: I've been quite busy these past few days since university started, so updates have been slower. Sorry.

Chapter 272 Amys Declaring Sovereignty

Western Continent, Imperial Capital, on the edge of the inner city.

As the coronation ceremony drew closer, the once bustling streets gradually became deserted.

"Is it because the enthronement ceremony is about to begin that the people of the capital are waiting in the square right now?"

"Unfortunately, these ignorant people will never know... that the Empress they so eagerly awaited has probably already perished forever at the hands of His Holiness the Angel, the guardian of the tomb."

"However, this will make our actions much easier."

A hoarse hoot came from the shadows.

They were all cultists secretly colluding with the tomb keepers, who had quietly entered the capital and gone into hiding through a covert channel secretly provided by Tucker.

They are simply waiting for the right moment to orchestrate a divine descent within the capital.

After all, what the cult and the tomb keepers sought was far more than just killing Hiltina... What they wanted was to completely overthrow the Empire and thus interfere with the entire course of human civilization in the Seventh Age.

Besides the Star Sword Wielder and the new Empress Hiltina, the former monarch Aaron, and the powerful figures from the Star University adjacent to the capital... these are all targets in their plan.

It was at this moment that the cultist's voice suddenly stopped.

hum-

An invisible and intangible wave suddenly emanated from a distant place.

Immediately afterwards, a token in the hand of the leader, who was not far away and dressed in black robes, suddenly hummed and emitted a bright blue light.

"Master of the Machines, who was that just now?"

A cult member looked at the leader, who was dressed in a black robe, and asked a question, his voice filled with anticipation.

In order to remain hidden and to avoid being wiped out by the Empire, the cultists who had infiltrated the capital were divided into several groups and settled in different areas of the capital.

The leader of this group of cultists is the head of a newly emerging sect in the Western Continent in recent years—the "Mechanical Flesh Cult".

Although phrased as a question, all cult members were perfectly aware of what this signal truly meant—

The gravediggers have already begun their attack on the Holy Sword Wielder, Hiltina.

"Yes, that's right."

"The hunt for Hiltina has begun."

The patriarch of the Mechanical Flesh Cult looked at the token in his hand that emitted a shimmering blue light and nodded.

She raised her head slightly, her mechanical eyes gazing at the distant sky, as if watching the battle between the Gravekeeper Angel and Empress Hiltina in another dimension.

For some reason, the leader of the Mechanical Flesh Cult clearly showed a hint of worry in his mechanical eyes.

"Now that the tomb guardians have started their operation, we should be able to start as well."

"The coming of our Lord—the Progenitor of Blood—requires the sacrifice of all living beings..."

"These past few days, in order to maintain secrecy and remain in hiding, I've been suppressing my bloodlust. Now that I don't have to hold back anymore, I can finally go on a killing spree in the capital, right?"

"I will turn this bustling human city into a blood-soaked, bone-strewn mountain of corpses."

On the other side, they heard the fanatical words of cultists who seemed to worship the evil god "Progenitor of Blood".

The leader of the mechanical cult, clad in black robes, merely nodded slightly.

"That's right, it's time for us to take action."

"However, before that..."

She slowly turned around and looked at the group of cultists behind her, whose faces were filled with fanaticism and who were obviously preparing to wreak havoc in the capital, creating despair, madness and chaos. Her gaze turned cold.

"I need to clean up the trash first."

The cold words fell.

Almost simultaneously, the fanatical expression on the face of the Blood Ancestor's follower froze for a moment.

He looked at his chest in disbelief—

At his chest, several steel thorns pierced through his flesh, bursting out from the cultist's heart.

Then, a flower of steel bloomed from the bloody, mangled wound.

It wasn't just that Blood Ancestor believer who boasted that he would turn the entire capital into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Behind them, on the chests of all the cultists, a flower pierced their hearts, forged from steel and crimson.

boom--

One after another, the sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground rang out.

In just a few breaths, the cultists had all fallen to the ground, leaving only the leader of the mechanical sect staring at the cultists' corpses with a faint chill in his eyes.

"Micro-robots made using nanotechnology... silently and undetected enter your bodies by taking advantage of opportunities such as eating and breathing, and enter the heart through the blood vessels throughout the body."

"With just a thought from me, these nanobots will go berserk and crush your hearts and internal organs into dust."

"For you old-fashioned cultists, the methods of such a mechanic are probably beyond your comprehension even if you spend your whole life trying to understand them."

"However, since you attempted to disrupt my sister's coronation ceremony... this is the fate you deserve."

The mechanical doll, secretly controlled and played by Ophelia, slowly turned its head and looked at the distant sky again, its eyes revealing an indescribable worry.

Ophelia knew very well that her elder sister, Hiltina, was currently fighting against the tomb guardian angels in another dimension.

Having lost the Holy Sword, the protection of the sword sheath's immortality, and the home advantage of being the Empress in the capital, this was a hopeless situation for Hiltina, with no chance of survival.

However, Ophelia also understood that this was a choice made voluntarily by her own elder sister.

What my sister pursued was not to become an angel step by step... but to deliberately put herself in a desperate situation with no chance of survival, and then be reborn from the ashes, break out of the cocoon and become a true supreme being who reigns over all.

So, even though Ophelia was worried, all she could do at that moment was wait quietly.

And, during the time when Hiltina was isolated in another dimension, he suppressed the unrest and protected the people of the capital on behalf of his sister.

"The cultists here have been dealt with... but there are other cultists lurking in other parts of the capital."

Ophelia manipulated the doll to stand up and looked towards the other side of the capital.

Because the cultists who entered the capital were divided into several groups, and each group was completely independent and did not contact the others, even Ophelia could not be completely certain of the whereabouts of the other cultists at this moment.

Although Ophelia had already arranged contingency plans and mobile forces to suppress cultists throughout the capital, unexpected changes were bound to occur in the blink of an eye.

as predicted.

Soon, extremely strong fluctuations in energy emanated from the northeast direction of the capital.

legend.

It's not just an ordinary legend, but a legend that has been refined over a long period of time... a legend with an extremely ancient aura.