I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

This was a one-sided massacre with no suspense whatsoever.

The soldiers' holy light and sword blades appeared so pale and powerless in the face of the endless demons.

The front lines were torn apart, rebuilt, and then torn apart again.

An atmosphere of despair permeated every corner of the battlefield.

Just then, Lynn's gaze was forcibly pulled and focused on the very front of the army.

There, a towering figure wielding a massive shield and a longsword stood alone against the most turbulent wave of monsters.

In his left hand he held a tower shield almost as tall as himself; any attack that landed on it would be instantly neutralized, without even causing a ripple.

He simply stood there, forming an insurmountable wall.

Neither the ferocious demons nor the surging Netherwater could get within three feet of him.

Holy crap...

Lynn's consciousness let out a gasp that came from the depths of his soul.

What kind of monster is this?

In the video, every time the imposing figure swung his right-hand sword, a dazzling golden sword light would appear, and wherever the sword light passed, hundreds or even thousands of high-level demons would instantly turn to ashes.

He single-handedly held off an entire army of monsters.

Finally, the remaining troops behind him, after paying a heavy price, managed to fight their way out and began to retreat.

That imposing figure, without turning his head, gave his final orders to the remnants of the army behind him.

"Retreat, go back to where you belong."

After saying that, he did not take a step back.

Instead, he went against the horde of monsters made of corpses and despair, alone, and headed to the deepest part of the Netherwater Land.

There, a colossal, towering wall, entirely black, stretched between heaven and earth.

The video ends abruptly here.

"Click".

A soft sound came from beside my ear.

The scene before my eyes was instantly cracked, peeling off piece by piece like a shattered mirror.

Lynn snapped back to reality and found himself still standing in the jungle of corpses.

But the silver expeditionary badge in his hand had exhausted its last bit of strength, turning into a pool of silver powder that spilled through his fingers.

A cold wind blew by, bringing with it a musty smell.

Lynn rubbed the remaining silver powder between her fingertips and looked up at the horizon.

That was the direction the man in the video ultimately walked in.

Chapter 136 Siblings

Lynn looked up and gazed at the horizon.

There was no towering, black wall at the edge of the field of vision.

There was only a lone, dilapidated tower standing on the barren land.

The tower looked weathered and worn, its surface covered with cracks and signs of erosion, as if a gust of wind could topple it. It bore no resemblance whatsoever to the majestic barrier in the image that stretched across the heavens and earth, single-handedly blocking the endless tide of demons.

what happened?

"Heh, what an idiot."

In his mind, the gloating laughter of the loli goddess rang out precisely on time.

"You can't even distinguish between magic and real-world architecture, I really wonder how you've survived this long."

Lynn automatically ignored her sharp tongue.

Spell?

Could it be that the insurmountable city wall in the image is not a physical entity, but a manifestation of some existing force?

He didn't waste any more time thinking and directly urged the Holy Spirit Unicorn beneath him to carefully approach the lonely tower.

The surrounding wilderness was eerily silent; not even the lowest-level undead creature could be seen, as if this were a forbidden zone abandoned by all living beings, no, by all the undead.

Lynn stopped a hundred meters away from the tower, dismounted, and retrieved the Holy Spirit Unicorn into his mental space.

The tower door was ajar. Lynn took a deep breath and pushed it open with all his might.

"Crench!"

The tower was completely different from what he had imagined.

It was empty, without any mechanisms, traps, or hidden powerful monsters.

There is only one stone staircase spiraling upwards.

Without hesitation, he climbed the winding spiral stone staircase step by step.

Inside the tower, it was so quiet that only his own footsteps and heartbeat could be heard.

This oppressive atmosphere kept him on edge.

He carefully examined each floor he ascended, but each floor was empty, as if the tower had been abandoned for hundreds of years and had never been set foot on by any living creature.

The more this happened, the more Lynn's heart sank.

The calm before the storm often foreshadows the most terrifying danger.

He would rather face a clearly identified enemy than suffer in this unknown and oppressive atmosphere.

I don't know how long I climbed, but finally a sliver of light appeared overhead.

The export route is almost here.

Lynn slowed his pace, preparing to deal with any unexpected situations that might arise.

Finally, he reached the top floor of the tower.

Behind the door was a room with extremely simple furnishings.

In the very center of the room was a large stone bed carved from a single massive rock.

A woman lay quietly on the bed.

She had a cascade of long, black hair and was wearing only a simple, thin white nightgown.

Alarm bells rang in Lynn's mind instantly.

In this godforsaken place, the appearance of a living person is the most abnormal thing in itself!

Without the slightest hesitation, he prepared to use his identification technique to investigate her background.

However, just as he was about to activate his ability, a sudden change occurred.

A sharp, penetrating sword cry rang out in the room.

The long sword beside the bed suddenly began to tremble violently.

The next second, it flew out of its scabbard on its own.

call out!

The longsword transformed into a streak of light too fast for the naked eye to see, carrying a killing intent powerful enough to tear everything apart, and slashed straight at Lynn's face!

too fast.

From the sound of the sword to the attack, the entire process took less than a second.

At this critical moment, Lynn's left eye suddenly felt hot.

In an instant, everything around him slowed down infinitely in his field of vision.

The sword light, which was moving at an extreme speed, gradually slowed down.

He could clearly see the air currents created when the sword blade sliced ​​through the air.

Time seemed to have been paused.

His body, however, reacted instinctively to avoid the situation before he could even think about it.

The moment the longsword grazed his cheek, the world, which had been in infinite slow motion, suddenly returned to normal.

Goodness... these eyes are fucking amazing.

Before Lynn could even feel relieved, his body was already propelled backward by the force of the sword wind, instantly creating a safe distance between himself and the longsword that was hovering in mid-air.

He immediately focused all his attention on the strange longsword.

Lines of incredibly detailed information instantly flooded his mind.

[Name: ? ? ? (Possessed by a remnant soul)]

[Level: 61]

[Analysis: A demigod's soul, imprisoned within the sword, awakens upon sensing the approach of the unit.]

[Weakness: Soul attacks can temporarily dispel its possession state, causing it to return to its slumber on the sword.]

Level 61?

Lynn was slightly taken aback; this level was much lower than he had expected.

However, the words "demigod soul" made him dare not be careless in the slightest.

Just as Lynn was rapidly analyzing the intelligence, the longsword missed its target and abruptly stopped in mid-air, seemingly surprised by the outcome.

Immediately afterwards, a deep voice came from within the sword.

How did humans end up here?

The sword tip, suspended in mid-air, drooped slightly, seemingly having temporarily abandoned its attack.

But Lynn did not let her guard down because of this.

His mental energy was already linked with the Sirens, ready to activate [Song of All Seas] at any time.

Who are you?

The longsword remained silent in the air for a moment.

That deep voice rang out again, but this time, it carried a sense of vicissitude and weariness.

"I am Arthur."

"Once upon a time... it was the [Guardian] of the Duchy of Toussaint."

[Watching over]?

Lynn's brows furrowed instantly.

"That's impossible. The power of a guardian is only passed on to their successor after their complete death."

"Moreover, I am certain that the current [Watcher] is a woman."

The longsword turned slightly in the air, as if it were "looking" at him.

Then, he pointed the sword hilt at the sleeping woman on the stone bed, his voice softening slightly.

"Her name is Eve."

"She's my younger sister, and also the... current [Watchman] you mentioned."

This answer caused Lynn's brain to freeze for a moment.

younger sister?

The current [Overwatch]?

What exactly is going on?

Seemingly noticing his confusion, Arthur offered an explanation.

"Back then, my physical body was completely destroyed in the battle, but because of the wisp of my soul left in my sister's sword, the power of [Guardian] was not distributed to all eligible candidates in the kingdom as usual, but... was directly passed on to Eve, who was closest to me by blood."

Arthur's voice was filled with helplessness and bitterness.