Chapter 48
{ The Will of the Lord }
“Damn it!” Chris shouted, “Prepare the army—we’re moving toward the Orc village!”
“Calm down, General,” Yassin restrained him.
“You shut up!” Chris yelled back. “I’m the General here—or do you want to sit and let the Lord die?”
Yassin shook his head, not taking the words to heart. “Of course not.
How could I wish death upon my Lord? But there are two things you must consider. First: the distance. Even if you and I move now, we won’t arrive in less than half an hour. Second—and more importantly—look at the situation carefully.”
Yassin pointed at the image displayed on the Heavenly Mirror.
It showed the scene of Ian slowly—painfully—forcing himself upright, facing Shonan.
“The Lord will not be defeated,” Yassin said with confidence. “You must trust him.”
“Even you can’t defeat that thing,” Chris said.
He wasn’t belittling the Lord, but a Lord at First Level was completely different from Yassin at Second Level—and not just any Second Level, but a Hero. Even that Hero would lose. So how could the Lord win?
“Of course,” Yassin smiled. “Ancestors aren’t something we can confront—not even for a Hero. But the Lord is completely different.”
All eyes turned toward Ian.
He stood upright with extreme difficulty, blood dripping from his abdomen onto the ground.
The injury had taken nearly half his life and almost paralyzed him, yet he remained steady enough not to falter.
His will was not something these fools could understand.
Whether here or on Earth—past or present—Ian had never allowed himself to fall.
He had never allowed any piece of trash to look down on him.
“Ancestor,” Ian spat mockingly, blood splattering onto the ground, “Residual will… tsk.” Ian lifted his eyes to look at the figure before him. “Give me the mirror.”
Porto hastily threw the mirror and retreated.
Fear.
A heavy, crushing fear flooded his heart.
A fear he had never felt before.
He felt as if he were standing before a primordial existence.
A monster capable of devouring worlds.
An existence not of this world.
And the shocking part was—it was real.
“You’re still trying to stand,” Shonan mocked, not stopping him.
He wanted Ian to feel complete and utter despair.
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“Yora!” Ian shouted, and Yora’s image appeared on the mirror.
“The Lord’s orders… L-Lord… what’s wrong?” Yora paled.
“Open the storage. I want all the rare weapons,” Ian roared, then threw the mirror to the ground and looked at Shonan. “I will kill you—I swear it.”
“Really… let’s see,” Shonan smiled, waved his sword, and sent slashes flying toward Ian.
“Moment of Glory!” Ian shouted, and the armor flared around him with a powerful radiance.
Bang.
The armor shattered easily under the slashes, but it bought Ian enough time to escape.
Large quantities of elements began pouring out of the mirror.
“Nice… a skill that releases weapon core in a final attack… but… not enough,” Shonan mocked, continuing to toy with Ian.
“Moment of Glory!” Ian grabbed a spear and unleashed a final attack at Shonan.
Shonan smiled and didn’t move, but the three-headed wolf beneath him shifted one head and swallowed the attack whole.
“Is that all you have?” Shonan sneered.
The soldiers’ hearts ached at this stage.
Their eyes spat fury at Shonan.
They wanted to tear him apart with their gazes, but they couldn’t. If they went, they would be no help at all—and more importantly, they would die the moment they arrived.
Only Yassin and Asia were qualified to go and fight, yet even they understood they were no match for that existence.
Why?
Because he was an “Origin.”
An Origin is not something anyone can face.
Chris clenched his fists until blood dripped from them, blaming himself even more for his weakness.
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Suddenly, strange sounds rose from behind them.
A bizarre group of Imps, two meters tall or more, with rotten female bodies and long hair.
Imp Mothers.
There were more than ten of them, along with forty-three First Level Imps and two at Second Level.
“Formation!” Chris shouted.
“Summon of the Barbarians!” Yassin launched.
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On the other side, the Orc army moved leisurely toward Titan Village.
As for Ian—he was suffering.
“Moment of Glory!” Ian shouted.
“Moment of Glory!”
“Moment of Glory!”
“Moment of Glory!”
“Moment of Glory!”
“Moment of Glory!”
“Moment of Glory!”
“Moment of Glory!”
………
Ian fired dozens of times in rapid succession until the Orc Village was bathed in a blinding light.
Raaaar.
The wolves closed in on Porto and the White Tiger.
“Night Arrow!” Porto fired while retreating.
Shonan smiled. “So this is your limit.”
Howl—
The three-headed wolf roared, and a wave of howling burst from its mouth, shattering the incoming attacks.
The assault of dozens of weapons was repelled in a single instant.
This was a hopeless battle.
“Here is where this battle ends,” Shonan sneered and moved toward Ian, but suddenly stopped and looked down, seeing blood dripping from one of his wolf’s heads.
“Death Weapons!” Shonan exclaimed in surprise. “It seems you’ve gained a bit of good fortune.”
Ian staggered left and right from sheer exhaustion.
His heart was pounding at a maddening rate.
His vision was horribly blurred, yet his eyes were filled with ferocity and his will was firm to the extreme.
I won’t fall here, Ian said to himself as he grabbed another handful of weapons.
All of this was the village’s strategic resources—its most sacred weapons and its most important elements that he had intended to arm the village with.
All the warriors now possessed rare elements infused with a death aura, and there were still some left, in addition to living rare elements.
But now, Ian did not mind discarding them all.
Inside him—
The purple aura began to surge, and without him realizing it, it started to envelop the weapons in his hand.
“Moment of Glory.”
A dazzling radiance erupted. A radiance that blinded the eyes.
Dozens of final attacks from a wide variety of elements, of different levels, fused together into one massive strike.
Shonan was stunned. “How?”
Ian.
Lord.
“Moment of Glory” — Mastery: Medium 0%
The skill had risen.
And suddenly, it transformed from a single final attack into dozens of final attacks merged into one majestic assault.
The scene darkened before Shonan’s eyes as he raised his sword and swung it with force.
A tremendous slash tore through the darkness of the night toward Ian.
One was overwhelming, the other majestic—they met in the center, and then—
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The scene shattered, sending both flying.
“You damned bastard,” Shonan stood up from the crater with difficulty, wiping the blood from his lips.
The three-headed wolf was reduced to two heads.
As for Shonan, a long wound had appeared on his shoulder.
On the other side was Ian.
Broken and bleeding from every part of his body—yet smiling, resolute, his eyes showing immense determination.
He grabbed another handful of elements. “Your death has come. Moment of Glory.”
“Imposssssiiiiiiible!” Shonan screamed—but his scream would not change the truth.
Global Announcement… Lord of Titan has slain an Exalted Spirit
Global Announcement… Lord of Titan has slain an Exalted Spirit
Global Announcement… Lord of Titan has slain an Exalted Spirit
