I just covet their strength

Chapter 158: A master taught me, but I can't break it

The sky was covered in a dull silver-grey luster, and the thick clouds revealed the fact that a heavy rain was about to fall.

On the outskirts of the Bright Forest, the Chaos Army that had besieged the holy land had disappeared without a trace. Not only did the Devourer move in like the wind, he also took away all the Chaos creatures.

Staying would mean suicide. In front of the runaway Myvana, all living things would be slaughtered. Even the God of the Turbid World himself would not be able to match her unless he planned to release his essence. But if he really released his essence, it would be equivalent to suicide.

The wise wild god who was infected with the poison of order decisively chose to give up the siege of the Bright Forest for two years, and retreated to the outskirts of the Qinghui Territory without any reluctance.

The Devourer believed that this was not just a matter of idling away, but a matter of using his wisdom to make a comeback when Myvana completely lost her rationality and headed for self-destruction.

After Westhead put on the [Mask of Fallen Angel], the weak divine power drawn from the holy object repeatedly cleansed his body, bringing unprecedented tremendous power.

However, this divinity is still too weak. No matter how high its quality is, it cannot last for long.

The goal must be achieved before it is exhausted.

Westhead strode forward in the Bright Forest. Since his rank had not changed, he had not yet reached the anti-gravity realm of a legendary strong man. However, his state of traveling at this moment was almost the same as flying.

"Boom - boom -"

With every step he took, the ground beneath his feet would shatter, and with a powerful impact, Westhead would speed through the low sky.

Wherever she passed, there were torn corpses of monsters everywhere. Those monsters that were used to delay Mivana's pace, or those monsters that failed to escape in time, were all brutally slaughtered by the wolf-eared girl without exception.

However, unlike Westhead's deliberate venting and killing, the death of the chaos creature was still very clean.

Pure killing, pure destruction. Although the curse of the blood of chaos cannot pollute the essence of Mivana's ordered creatures, it can make her do the same thing as chaos, and face all civilizations and all creatures with absolute murderous intent.

"It has to be as soon as possible."

Westhead was extremely glad that he was decisive enough. According to Mivana's speed, if it was two days later, she would probably have walked out of Qinghui Territory and plunged into the depths of the Chaos Realm. The situation would have been much more complicated.

The deeper one goes into the chaotic realm, the greater the risk. Even legends and even demigods cannot set foot in the place where the origin of the mortal world was born.

Fortunately, Westhead finally caught up with Myvana on the outskirts of the Bright Forest.

The wolf-eared girl seemed to have just finished a massacre. Chaos creatures were scattered all over the mountains and fields on the shattered terrain. No matter whether they were rocks, huge trees, or muddy streams, they were all destroyed by an indescribable force.

Westhead's magic was not concealed at all, and Myvana naturally sensed it, so the wolf-eared girl slowly turned around and looked at the man who fell from the sky.

"Myvana, can you still hear me now?"

Westhead looked at the other party and said with a hopeful mentality.

However, what responded to him was Mivana slowly raising her silver sword, her pair of golden-red eyes surging with the purest murderous intent.

Miss Knight's runaway form doesn't mean that she has completely turned into a wild beast, acting crazy and biting everyone she sees. On the contrary, except for the bloody lines that have appeared on her fair skin, her appearance has not undergone any major changes.

His back was straight, his purple-black hair was stuck together by the blood, and the ends were withered.

A handsome and delicate face that can even be said to be extremely cold.

The runaway girl was like a machine, executing the program of destruction and killing. Choosing a direction for herself was the last bit of rationality left in Mivana. "Really? Your rationality has been completely devoured."

Westhead nodded in understanding, his expression unrecognizable under the [Fallen Angel's Mask], and unsheathed Shadow.

"It doesn't matter. Even if it is the [Cursed Blood], it will eventually end. I will keep beating you until you wake up."

This is the simplest and most effective way to pull Myvana out of her rampage. Viona, the Sword of Star Lake, has proved with her actions, kids, that this really works.

"Rumble--"

There was a dull thunder from the thick and dark clouds, followed by heavy rain.

The moment the first wave of raindrops hit the ground, the two people who were originally standing still and opposing each other disappeared at the same time. The picture seemed to be pulled out of frame and collided with each other in an instant.

"Bam—"

In the dim rainstorm, the sparks created by the two swords were extremely bright.

Shadow Life is the Devil's Blade, and the Silver Sword is a blessing from the gods. In terms of status, the former is undoubtedly a higher-level special weapon, but if chaos is not the goal, the gap between Shadow Life and the Silver Sword is not that big.

However, weapons are just a foil, and the real victory or defeat depends on the strength of the user.

Unfortunately, both Westhead and Myvana cannot be measured by conventional ranks at this time. One relies on the complete liberation of the T0-level talent [Cursed Blood], and the other uses a holy relic with weak remaining divine power to improve his combat power.

Okay, if you cheat, I'll cheat too!
Even Westhead, who is well versed in strength rankings, finds it difficult to tell which one is better between the two, but it doesn’t matter, practice will test all truths.

“Clang, clang, clang—”

After the first collision of blades, the two began to fight fiercely again. The bright red blade and the cold sharp silver sword slashed at a speed that was impossible to detect with the naked eye. The afterimages of Westhead and Myvana flashed on the broken forest. Every confrontation was accompanied by sparks that brightened the dark sky.

Like streaking lightning and thunder, the heavy rain was evaporated in an instant, and a hazy mist rose up.

After taking the first sword, Westhead knew how strong Myvana was, so he did not hold back and swung his sword with all his might.

"Boom, boom—"

The aftermath of the collision between the two shattered the solid rock layers, and any aftermath that escaped could uproot huge fir trees and cause the ground to crack.
This kind of expressiveness, even if not as good as the legendary one, is almost the same. It is really hard to imagine that it burst out from two extraordinary people at the [Paragon] level.

A master taught me this move, but I can't break it! (referring to the Sword of Star Lake)

The [Knightly Arts] that Myvana learned from Viona were shared with Westhead intact, resulting in the two of them fighting in a mirror image.

[Knight's Hundred Arts] The fighting skills engraved in the bones, how to swing the sword, how to exert force, how to take the enemy's life, these skills that have reached the extreme are all extremely similar.

This was the episode I was most afraid of when I was a kid. It was all operations, no numbers!
"Hahaha, Myvana, it seems like we're all operational freaks!"

Westhead laughed heartily. The battle with Myvana made his blood boil, and he almost forgot his purpose.

Now he just wants to fight, fight, fight, fight until the whole fucking world is turned upside down!

(End of this chapter)