Chapter 555: Three devils, one demon and one god (3) (2/2)

And those who get swept by it, dies. Those who nears the sword dies. Those who is near that black robe dies.

There is only sentence that comes to mind when coming near the black robe Sword God: Death

Thirty seconds had passed and there is only hundreds of people now on the area. Behind Azief, were corpses of people, each one dying with one single slash

The sword in Azief hand is still as clear as before, the tip of the sword seems to be flat and shorter than before like it is being grinded by something.

Now, that he could sense a bit of Laws and Concepts he could feel the resentment and obsession of the souls of these people.

But for some reason, Azief felt that their soul is incomplete. Azief could not shake the feeling that these people soul…. seems to be…wrong/.

He used to feel the existence of souls when he saw the Wheel of Reincarnation and Rebirth belonging to Azul.

He saw how the souls of the dead hovers around the wheel and its six paths, waiting for their chance for reincarnation.

At that time, while he still did not understand what a soul is and how to manipulate it, he could feel the feeling of the souls.

He knows what a complete soul feels like.

There are memories.

There is confusion, there is emotions and all kind of traces that let him know that these souls used to belong to someone that use to live and have a life of their own.

But as the souls of these soldiers latched unto him, even though Azief could feel their resentment and their obsession, there is something incomplete about them.

Their souls feel like they are washed by Time, infinitely and unceasingly. Like all of this has happened before, and it will endlessly happen again

Azief had his own speculation but he had no one else to talk with to share his theory. He was thinking all of this and at the same time keep killing the soldiers in front of him.

The imperial spies that watched the battle, looking at the soldiers of the two imperial dynasties being slaughtered one-sidedly by the black robed grandmaster dropped their weapons to the ground.

'We could not defeat such monster' they muttered. And once one of them surrender, the other follow quickly.

The sword lights fly out everywhere, and one could feel the shaking of their sword, trying to get out from their sheath to follow the sword intent of the grandmaster.

Each one holds tight to their weapon. But not everyone is as strong a some of the elites.

Their swords fly out form their sheaths. It dissipated into petals of lights that struck the soldiers from all directions.

It is a sword formation.

But it is a sword formation that one could not understand. One could only understand such sword formation if they could see it from above.

Many swords fly out form the sheath, the metals that is made into a sword disintegrated like the Laws of the world demands it.

It then turns into sharps straight light that attacks all of the imperial dynasties soldiers from all direction.

If one looked from above, one could see that the entire mountaintop is full of sword light. Everything becomes a sword and the sword is in all things.

In the will of the people, in the sword that contain their beliefs, in the sharpness of the edges of a leave. Everything was turned into a sword.