Chapter 112: God-Slaying Blade (1/2)

Zod was born into a family of swordsmen, with the fates of all the generation of his family deeply intertwined with swordsmanship, so it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when he started to become obsessed with the art ever since he was a child.

He was an unparalleled genius in swordsmanship, learning all the skills that his father who was the royal swordsmanship advisor had to teach at the young age of twelve and even surpassing him. Once he realized that he couldn’t improve himself anymore, he set out on a journey to learn more swordsmanship styles.

By the time he was fifteen years old, Zod had already obtained a grasp of over a thousand types of swordsmanship styles, and other than the legendary swordsman that had a ‘miracle’, it was difficult to find anyone that could beat him in swordsmanship.

After that, Zod suffered a tragic defeat at the hands of a magician, which made him realize that the number of styles he had a grasp over was no use if he couldn’t apply them properly in battle.

And so, he started to hone his skills through combat, and started to combine and refine his many swordsmanship styles in his battles, his techniques slowly becoming more and more simple.

By the time he was eighteen years old, he finally managed to converge and combine all of his skills into a mere five techniques—The Human-Slaying Blade, Sorcery-Slaying Blade, Object-Slaying Blade, Beast-Slaying Blade and the Apparition-Slaying Blade.

Everything in the world could be cut under these five blades!

He had thought that he still had a long life ahead of him, and had wanted to continue exploring the art of the sword in order to obtain his own ‘miracle’.

By the time he became nineteen years old, however, his chest started to hurt for no reason, and he started to cough up blood endlessly.

Along with these symptoms, his body started to become weaker by the day.

As a swordsman that had been travelling the continent for many years, he naturally had his own friends and ways to get help.

After he got the help of an experienced life priest to diagnose his situation, he was told that he had the incurable Heaven-Cursed Body.

This sort of constitution was resistant to all sorts of healing sacred arts, and those that had this only had a maximum lifespan of twenty years.

This terrible news proved to be too much for this genius swordsman, and Zod locked himself in his home in despair, completely giving up on life and on furthering his skills any further.

He still had so many plans he hadn’t even put into action yet, and hadn’t even reached the level of legendary yet, and his life was just about to get exciting…

After that, he found a demonic sword that was sealed by his ancestors in the underground cellar of his family mansion, and the being that was attached to it told him that if he became a demon, he would be able to lengthen his lifespan, and if he could kill a deity and steal their divinity for his own, he would be able to completely cure the Heaven-Cursed Body!

And so, Zod stepped onto a path of no return after he plucked out the sword.

“You were definitely bewitched by the Demonic Roe! Even if you kill a deity, you won’t be able to cure your Heaven-Cursed Body. None of what it says can be trusted!”

After he dodged the attack from Zod, Aslan tried to convince him in a serious tone. “Other than the Trinity of Creation, no other deity can save you. This isn’t a sickness, but a constitution that you were born with that is even harder to fix…”

“That doesn’t matter, I have never believed in its words since the beginning, all I needed was time!”

Zod pulled up his collar to cover his face again. “This thing continued to ramble on in my head, so I killed him and completed my sixth sword skill, the Demon-Slaying Blade…Now, I only have one final skill to perfect, and all the time I need is for this blade…”

He aimed his blade at Aslan again, and shouted, “God-Slaying Blade!”

“That’s no use, a mere mortal’s sword skill can’t….”

Before Aslan finished his sentence, a crimson flash shone, and the lion god’s body started to disappear, greatly surprising him. “What the…”

The next moment, Aslan’s body disappeared completely, leaving the silver lion sculpture clunking uselessly onto the floor, losing its luster.

“It worked! I finally…”

“No, you haven’t”

“Who is it!” Zod immediately reaction and slashed in the direction of the voice, but his blade was intercepted with a single hand.

“Unfortunately, that God-Slaying Blade of yours isn’t complete.” Xi Wei who had turned into a human form said as he held the blade in his hand. “Here’s a message from that lion, but what he did just now was just a way to descend to the mortal realm that was a mix of oracle and astral projection in order to prevent his divinity from being damaged too much. In short, what your blade cut was just the carrier he used to come down to the mortal realm and just caused him to be sent back by the natural laws of the world barrier. If anything, you only caused Aslan to not be able to come back down here for a short while.”

“Drat, are you a deity too?!”