Chapter 682 - Between Light & Light (XX) (1/2)

Chapter 682: Between Light & Light (XX)

Soderfast’s sword ripped through the thick smoke as he struck for Rhode. Even though Soderfast had considered the possibility of Andre losing this battle, he didn’t expect that he would fail that quickly. Not only that, but Rhode was also determined to take Andre’s life! Soderfast couldn’t wait any longer after sensing Rhode’s murderous intent. He would rather break the rules than watch Andre die in that black-haired young man’s hands because Andre wasn’t only his disciple, but also…

“Ahhh!”

In an instant, Soderfast arrived beside Rhode. Just a little more and he could stop this young man! But, even an experienced Sword Saint like him shivered at Rhode’s ice-cold expression.

His beautiful face glowed with a dazzling smile. However, it also revealed a hysterical madness. Soderfast sensed that Rhode’s gaze wasn’t filled with surprise, terror, or hesitation at all. Rhode didn’t even flinch to the sword that was about to take his life as though he was prepared to die in exchange for his life!

Oh my goodness…

Soderfast let out a shiver. He felt that this young man had as though gone berserk. There was no traces of rationality in his eyes, only endless madness. But even so, Soderfast continued to strike forward. No matter what, he had to rescue his beloved disciple!

Shing!

Suddenly, countless tentacles struck out from the shadow beside Rhode. As a Sword Saint, Soderfast instantly recognized how difficult it was to deal with them, and time was precious. He bellowed and the sharp blade in his hand erupted with brilliant sword rays that shredded the pitch-black tentacles. Then, his sword was about to pierce into Rhode!

Rhode didn’t dodge. Instead, his smile turned into a grin and he extended his left hand.

—!

Soderfast’s sword penetrated through Rhode’s palm and into his chest. But Soderfast couldn’t force out a smile because Rhode had gripped firmly onto his blade. At the same time, Rhode pierced the pitch-black sword in his other hand into Andre’s chest.

“No—!”

The world before Soderfast’s eyes had as though collapsed. Their long-cherished wishes, ideals, and everything. Were they all about to end?

Dang it!

Rhode sulked. Even though he had resisted Soderfast’s final attack, the force of impact shifted his attack trajectory and he failed to pierce Andre’s heart!

You’re asking for death!

The immense pain in his palm and chest had angered him. Rhode came to an abrupt halt. He clutched onto Soderfast’s sword that had penetrated his chest with his left hand and swung his right arm upward!

Succubus slashed a ghastly gash on Andre’s body before drawing a strange arc in the air that aimed for Soderfast’s head! The Sword Saint immediately sensed the unprecedented dangers. He let loose of his grip on the sword without any hesitation to dodge swiftly from the menacing attack. However, he was too late. The pitch-black, razor-sharp blade slashed his face in lightning speed, leaving a blood-curdling screech that filled the sky.

“Ahhhhh!”

Soderfast retreated while burying his face with his right hand. A deep, horrible gash that revealed his bones could be seen across his left eye. The flesh twisted and squirmed as crimson blood spattered everywhere.

At this moment, the smoke had dispersed.

The clean, tidy plaza had turned into a bloody terrain. Rhode’s summoned spirits stood silently in their positions with the slaughtered corpses of Magician Knights and warhorses around their feet. The strong stench of blood exuded in the air.

“Leader!”

Anne darted toward Rhode. She widened her eyes in shock after witnessing the sword that had pierced into this chest through his palm. Then, she turned around to Soderfast who was in a bloody mess.

“How dare you… do this to Leader… Grr…”

The young lady gritted her teeth and revealed two penetrating canine teeth that had slowly extended. She let out a beast-like, deep growl in her throat while her emerald eyes emanated with incredibly dazzling radiance. Within a few seconds, the shield in her hand swiftly transformed its shape and became a gigantic, steel claw that had wrapped around her arm.

“How dare you… How dare you…”

“Stop right now!”

As Anne stooped over and was about to pounce forward, Archangel Boulder let out an outburst of anger. Rhode let out a short, grim laughter and extended his hand to stop Anne.

“That’s enough, Anne.”

“… Grr… Grr… Grr… Grr…”

The deep growls in her throat changed constantly while her emerald pupils that had shrunk into a thin, narrow line slowly regained its round contour. Anne lifted her head and gazed at Rhode in dissatisfaction.

“But Leader…”

“Don’t have to act on impulse. They’re going to die sooner or later, anyway.”

Rhode displayed a bright smile, but the battlefield aftermath made him look even more frightening. He extended his right arm and the pitch-black sword transformed into a card before vanishing into thin air. He looked up at the crowd on the tall platform before clasping to the sword hilt whose blade had punctured his left palm and chest and pulled it out slowly.

“…”

The crowd on the tall platform fell into a dead silence. No matter if it was the Parliament or Anti-Parliament camps, everyone held their breaths. They placed their hands on their chests tensely as though the sword was being withdrawn from their chest. Many of them knew that this would be an incredibly painful sensation. Even if the blade didn’t strike his vital points, it was still enough to hurt him greatly. The unwavering smile on his face left the crowd horrified from the bottom of their hearts. They could accept the outcome if Rhode were to grit his teeth and suffer in the immense pain, but the abnormal smile in this hell full of blood, corpses, and death appeared so bizarre that they were left speechless. No one noticed that Anne’s eyes were fixated on the fresh gash and dripping blood on Rhode’s chest and flickering in a faint radiance. Then, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.

“…!”

Rhode drew out the razor-sharp blade and fresh, scarlet blood instantly flowed from the wound. He staggered and swayed a little, but he straightened his posture and gazed at the pale elderly chairman observing from the tall platform.

“Such trash is still far from capable to kill me.”

This deep, cold statement resounded in the silent plaza. Then, Rhode tossed the sword that was bathed in his blood to the side. The crisp collision of the blade and the ground echoed.

The military exercise segment had come to an end.

The parliament members stepped away from the tall platform in ashen expressions. They had never expected that the Magician Knights would be defeated so miserably when they first agreed to Andre’s request. A hundred, fully-equipped Magician Knights had no chance of retaliation in the face of Rhode and his summoned spirits. None of them survived except for Andre and even Andre was gravely injured and unconscious. Even though Soderfast didn’t receive any punishment from the Light Parliament due to their leniency, he was also seriously injured and had lost an eye.