Chapter 1308 - Battle of the Sword-Bearers (2/2)

Hao Ren had no idea how powerful the sword in Auguste VII’s hand was, but he knew that the cosmic fragment was lethal to mortals. So he could not let the old man go near Calaxus or any of the others.

Hao Ren’s provocation had enraged Auguste VII. With his pure blind worship of Lockmarton, Auguste VII thought that he should deal with Hao Ren first. Raising his sword in the air, Auguste VII went up to meet his enemy. “What a sad and struggling mortal. You don’t even know that annihilation is the ultimate destiny of the world. How could the short-lived Order compare to the eternal Chaos?”

Hao Ren stared into the dark eyes of Auguste VII. A faint light appeared as Hao Ren reached his hand into the spatial rift around him with a smile. “Old man, let me show you something!”

A black light was drawn out from the spatial rift, and it came down on Auguste VII. The old man, shocked, quickly raised his hand to block the dark light with the Worldbreaker in front of him, barely avoiding being torn apart by the law of the universe. But his body still took the force of the impact and flew a dozen meters back. In the cobweb of spatial rifts, Auguste VII now could see the thing in Hao Ren’s hand; it was another Worldbreaker sword!

Hao Ren brandished his sword and bragged. “I have one too!”

“Ahh, what a long-lost feeling of airiness. Hao Ren, are you in a fight again? Sigh, there seems to be no end to the days of killing. I can split the world but I can’t break away from my fate as a weapon. Oh, we seem to have company here. Hi, everyone, I am Godslayer, alias Echo Wall, epithet Small Sword. You can call me McStabby. I—”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

On the other hand, Auguste VII was staring dead at the black cosmic fragment filled with starlight in Hao Ren’s hand. His facial muscles rippled as Auguste VII tried very hard to ascertain if the sword was a genuine Worldbreaker.

However, Auguste VII did not have to do that, because the sword had struck the Worldbreaker in his hand. Shortly after, the space in their surrounding cracked and slowly closed, which meant that the sword in Hao Ren’s hand was another Worldbreaker. There was nothing in the universe that could produce this collision phenomenon other than the Worldbreakers.

“Why is the power of the Great Lord with you?” the former pope asked hoarsely. “You stole it! No… No one can steal his power. Are you his… No, it’s impossible. Oh Lord, is this a test?”

Hao Ren would not give Auguste VII the opportunity to catch his breath. He lunged out again, but this time, in a much faster speed that he left a trail of shadows behind him. “Three-pronged Throat Slicer!” he shouted his move.

Before Hao Ren’s voice trailed off, his sword was already inches away from the old pope’s waist.

“You—” The old pope managed to dodge in a split second. He had learned to anticipate the enemy’s moves after years of training, but he barely succeeded this time. As the two colliding swords tore the space apart, a tooth-soring sound was produced. Sporadic starlight shot out of the swords’ point of collision, and crack lines appeared in the air, tearing the open space around them. Farther out, an optical distortion happened and their surroundings became elusive, causing spatial disorientation.

Even in the vicinity of the Ark of the Sacred Covenant, which was under the goddess’ field of influence, the energy from the collision of the two swords still disturbed the physical law of space.

The old pope was shocked and enraged at the same time. Amid the distorted space and disturbed gravity, Hao Ren’s ferocious offensive left him scrambling and on the losing side.

Auguste VII’s mutated arm, infested by the power of the Worldbreaker, began to billow in black smoke. He was losing control of the sword.

On the other hand, Hao Ren’s control over the Godslayer was like a duck to water. It felt weightless in his hand and would have been the perfect weapon if not for its annoying characteristics.

After several collisions, the silent Godslayer seemingly discovered something and broke out in excitement. Its shout of joy spread out in the form of energy waves, breaking the restriction of only having the sword-bearer hear its voice.

“Hey bro, who are you? We look the same!”

At that moment, Hao Ren wished that he could kill himself—he was embarrassed.

The Godslayer had found out at last. It would be hard to keep its mouth shut this time.