Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1117 Three Swords Shatter the Dream of a Famous General! (8K)

Overjoyed to the point of near-hysteria, the Demon King Yoggros slowly rose to his feet. His body, which had long transcended the meaning of flesh and blood, stretched out completely before the throne. The bones and decaying tissues made a teeth-grinding friction sound. Behind him, a halo that was not a physical entity but truly existed at the level of cognition and narrative suddenly appeared.

The halo presented a morbid yet gentle, rounded shape, like a crown formed from the very concept of decay, with gray-green light shavings constantly dripping from its edges. Wherever it touched, the space itself began to rot and mold, as if it were losing its health.

The next moment, he unhesitatingly wielded his own power.

【The Crown Unfolds, a Land of Compassion Amidst Pandemic】

The domain did not erupt suddenly, but rather spread silently yet unstoppably, emanating from the Throne of Vengeance and expanding outwards. Walls, the ground, the air, and even the soul fragments suspended in the air were all brought under the domain's control at the same time.

Despair is redefined as nourishment, death is modified to prolongation, and all existence is forcibly incorporated into a slow but inevitable pathological process.

At the very moment the domain took shape, Lionel had already made his choice.

He did not retreat or hesitate, but instead directly summoned the existence that had never been fully unleashed in mortal battles from the depths of his heart.

【Lancelot, the Avatar of the Overlord】.

It was a figure clad in ancient knight armor, the black steel forged like the night itself. The armor's lines were cold and simple, without any superfluous decorations. Only at the joints and edges of the armor, there were faint dark patterns, like starlight reflected on a lake. He held a longsword in each hand, one blade bright and the other dark, yet both emitted a deep and long hum the moment they were summoned.

Lionel held his twin swords to his chest, his breath sinking into the deepest concentration.

【Knight's Moment - Armed!】

【The Undamaged Lake - The Sovereign Manifests: The Black Knight】

The next second, black knight armor descended from nothingness, layer upon layer covering his body from shoulder armor to breastplate, from arm guards to leg armor. The original human outline was completely enveloped, replaced by a knight form born solely for battle.

Lionel has a unique characteristic when he is armed: he cannot be targeted while armed, meaning he has invincibility frames during his transformation.

This is why Yogoros Demon King's first Crown Impact after unleashing his domain completely missed.

There is no locking, no erosion, and no immediately effective lesions.

The Black Knight vanished in the next instant.

It wasn't teleportation, but rather an explosive speed of pure, extreme speed. His feet shattered the bone-like ground, leaving a trail of afterimages.

Lionel had already appeared directly in front of the Demon King. Their twin swords crossed, and the dark sword light, like a rift tearing through the night, directly slashed a huge and hideous wound in the Demon King's chest.

The diseased flames gushed from the wound, but there was no blood.

Yoggros glanced down at the wound, then looked up, a sinister grin on his face that was a mixture of surprise and ecstasy.

"Interesting bugs."

His arm had already extended as he spoke, his bones and decaying flesh instantly expanding into a giant hand covered with countless pathogenic symbols, grabbing fiercely at Lionel. His voice echoed in the domain, filled with undisguised ambition and self-indulgence.

"Just hold on a little longer... As long as I crush you, as long as I offer up your soul... I will be remembered, I will become a true hero..."

Lionel met the attack head-on, his twin swords crossed to parry. The moment metal collided with the concept of disease, a violent shockwave sent bone fragments and soul remnants flying. His body was forced back several steps, the armor beneath his feet carving deep furrows in the ground.

And the disease finally began to take effect.

The first type is a decaying corrosion that erodes the lungs, making each breath feel like inhaling moldy iron filings;

The second type targets neurodegenerative diseases that cause slowed reaction times, thus continuously lengthening the reaction time.
The third, the fourth... countless pathogens emerged one after another under the protection of the domain rules.

Lionel did not fall.

The self-devouring cycle of his ideals was pushed to its limit at this moment. His chivalry was suppressed and became even more intense, and this intensity, in turn, supported his consciousness and body, allowing him to still wield his sword, charge, block, and counterattack despite being plagued by illness.

A full three minutes.

In those three minutes, he clashed head-on with the Demon King Yoggros, his twin swords slashing repeatedly at the diseased body, but he was also repeatedly devoured by the Demon King's authority. The surface of his black knight armor kept cracking and peeling off, and it barely healed itself under the power of the Dominator, but the speed of repair was clearly not keeping up with the pace of destruction.

By the end of the third minute, Lionel's armor was tattered and cracked, with pathogens thriving in the gaps. His body was being eroded by at least a hundred different types of diseases simultaneously, his strength was dwindling, and his consciousness was being dragged toward sluggishness and decay.

Death is no longer far away.

Meanwhile, the Demon King Yoggros stood in the center of the domain, his illusory halo growing ever brighter, and the smile on his face had changed from amusement to excitement.

Lionel gripped his sword, kneeling heavily on one knee. His black knight's armor was tattered beyond recognition, and traces of blood and decay seeped from the cracks in the armor. His fingers had lost all feeling, yet he still gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, as if letting go would mean losing his last vestige of existence.

He knew very well that he had reached the end of his road.

He will die here, in the gray wilderness, in Oynos, in this desolate demon tower built from the spines of gods, where even his corpse will be crushed and dissolved, ultimately becoming part of the power that nourishes the demon king.

unwilling.

That sense of unease did not stem from a fear of death itself, but from an almost obsessive clarity—he had not yet fulfilled his responsibilities, had not yet brought the knights who followed him in the darkness back to their legendary homeland of Terra, had not yet witnessed the Order of Order stepping onto the land of light once more, and had not yet kept the promises he had made to his mentor, his comrades, and those who had died on the front lines.

“Is that the end…?”

The thought crossed his mind, but he forcefully suppressed it.

He wouldn't allow himself to bow down in such a place, not even in his heart.

Just then, an irresistible force descended upon his head.

Yoggros pressed his hand against his head, his knuckles wreathed in diseased flames and gray conceptual symbols. The illusory crown behind him suddenly lit up at that moment, as if granted some kind of permission. The entire realm cheered for the impending sacrifice, the fragments of souls trembled, and the echoes of despair piled up in the space.

In the next instant, this body, this soul, and this unfinished will will be completely offered up, becoming the ladder for the Demon King's ascension.

However, at that very moment, a crisp, untimely buzzing sound suddenly rang out.

"Buzz—"

The miraculous version of time stop was activated for the first time at this moment.

Time was stopped.

Lionel knelt there, stunned, his mind blank. He couldn't understand what had happened and could only subconsciously raise his head, trying to find answers in this still world.

Then, he saw a figure.

It was neither a projection of Yoggros's domain nor any creature he had ever seen before.

Standing at the center of time's stillness is a human silhouette, composed of cool-colored particles and light, with simple and precise lines, like highly compressed particles.

His face was not a physical entity, but rather outlined by stable and profound azure light patterns, and his eyes were as clear and rational as distant stars.

The man was standing not far from him, with the look of a father watching his child with increasing satisfaction.

Xia Xiu was very satisfied with Lionel's performance. The boy had the eyes of a normal lion... Oh, the reason I say normal lion is because some lions are really pathetic and look very embarrassing.

Fortunately, Lionel's view of the lion was normal, which is very good.

Lion, this is the conquest of the King of Knights!

The old father looked down at Lionel kneeling on the ground with a gentle expression of near satisfaction.

My son Lionel, you have the makings of a knight king!
And so, in this world where time stood still, Xia Xiu's lips curled into a slight smile, as if he had finally waited for the right moment. His tone was relaxed to the point of casualness as he spoke to the disheveled yet still unbroken young man:
"child."

"Do you believe in light?"

Lionel: "..."

He had originally thought that what would descend upon him would be the legendary divine being, wielding a holy sword, draped in radiant wings, and speaking in a solemn tone like the opening of an epic.

Well, the person in front of me is indeed a genius, but the genius aspect is a bit unexpected.

Powerful, undeniably powerful, but he always felt that the person in front of him had a very wicked personality.

This extraordinary person seems to do things somewhat unconventionally.

as predicted.

"Child, don't be afraid." Xia Xiu tilted his head slightly and began with a standard angelic greeting.

Then, in a tone so relaxed it seemed out of place in this doomsday throne room, he smiled at Lionel and said:

“I am an angel, and I am also your father.”

Lionel: "..."

"My name is Hugh Abraham."

Xia Xiu continued, "And your real name should be—Lionel Abraham."

There was so much information that it left anyone bewildered and confused.

Lionel, however, did not; he strangely followed Xia Xiu's thought process.

He neither questioned nor countered.

Lionel struggled to his feet and, in a world where time seemed to stand still, knelt on one knee, his right hand resting on the hilt of his knight's sword. His movements were precise and solemn, as if he had practiced this gesture countless times in his mind.

“I am Lionel Abraham,”

His voice was deep yet clear, carrying the restraint and resolve characteristic of a knight's oath:
"Father, grant me the power to defeat evil and uphold order. I solemnly request this before you..."

"Father, please help me defeat the Demon King!!!"

This child is so adorable, he's just so different from Fenrir's stubborn and inflexible personality!
Xia Xiu watched this scene with undisguised satisfaction in his eyes.

However, this did not stop him from continuing to tease her.

“So,” he said, his tone becoming lighter as if he had suddenly remembered something, “do you believe in light?”

Lionel: "..."

He paused for half a second, then answered with utmost seriousness:
"...I believe it."

"very good."

Xia Xiu nodded and raised his hand.

"Then take it."

The world did not make any noise the instant Xia Xiu finished speaking.

There was no thunder, no light burst, and even Yoggros's unfinished grin remained frozen in place.

The change occurred at a deeper level—the great spirituality was liberated.

That was not an outburst of power, but a form of permission.

Allow a consciousness that is not yet fully awakened to briefly and in a limited way to see the true height upon which the father stands.

—Son, look your father in the eye!

Of course, he was holding back.

Cognitive filters, meaning buffers, and narrative stress relief unfold layer by layer, folding, trimming, and recombining the reality that could crush civilization, leaving only a version that a child can understand.

As a result, Lionel's horizons were completely broadened.

He saw—a great sun, hanging in the unknowable sky.

It wasn't a blinding white, nor a scorching heat that burned the retina; it was a warm yet irresistible gold, like the divine light source that was repeatedly written about in all myths but could never be truly depicted.

The light did not spread outward, but existed steadily, as if the universe itself revolved around it.

Amidst the golden sun, sounds began to emerge.

Not one, not ten, but countless.

Like a hymn, like a vow, like millions bowing their heads at the same moment, shouting the same word.

"Holy indeed."

"Holy indeed."

"Holy indeed."

The sound wasn't deafening; rather, it was directly etched into the soul, allowing one to understand its meaning without needing to comprehend it.

Before that golden sun, more symbols gradually appeared.

He saw a machine so large it was immeasurable, steel and divinity perfectly unified in its structure, with three mechanical crowns floating behind it, as if reason had been crowned king.

He saw a gigantic bull, standing on nothingness, its power, endurance, and sacrifice intertwined into an ancient and silent authority;

He saw the burning flames, but they were not natural fires; they were geometric flames composed of countless data blocks, in which logic and miracles were constantly being recalculated and reconstructed.
Then he saw a sword.

It was a giant sword burning with golden flames.

It floats before the sun, as if it has been there from the beginning, yet as if it was only allowed to be seen at this moment.

The sword is broad and solemn, and the flames are not restless, but burn steadily like a vow. Each leap seems to be a response to an unfinished mission.

The moment Lionel's gaze fell upon the sword, the flames suddenly surged—not out of control, but in response.

The golden sun slowly tilted.

An unspeakable permission descended from the light.

Lionel didn't even have time to think; his body acted before his mind could. He seemed to understand what his father meant by "believing in the light."

So, he instinctively stretched out his hand towards the golden sun and the burning golden sword. His fingertips passed through the flames and were not burned. Instead, they were enveloped by a familiar yet strange temperature.

His hand grasped the sword.

Right now.

The blessing has been bestowed.

The moment he grasped the greatsword burning with golden flames, the blade made no noise or resistance. Instead, as if it had been waiting for a long time, it obediently and naturally shrank and reshaped itself. From its original size, which was enough to split a city wall, it slowly adjusted to a size that best suited his body and arm span. The weight was just right, and the center of gravity was almost perfectly stable, as if this sword was made for him to hold from the very beginning.

At the same time, a name, like a vow, was directly imprinted into the depths of his consciousness—[The Sword of Abelio].

At this moment, the golden flames surged dramatically, no longer just coiling around the blade, but spreading along his arms, shoulder armor, and breastplate, like some ancient and solemn coronation ceremony, completely covering the originally black, damaged, and battle-scarred black knight's armor.

The black did not disappear, but was pressed into a deeper layer, becoming the base that carries the light, while the surface was replaced by pure and fiery gold, making the lines of the armor appear sharper and more sacred.

【Homeostasis - The Golden Knight】

All of this happened extremely quickly, yet with unparalleled clarity.

Xia Xiu stood outside of time, merely glancing at him without a word or command, offering only a casual yet profound look—go ahead and do it.

The next second, the frozen world began to breathe again.

The gears of time made a subtle yet clear clicking sound, the stagnant dust began to fall again, the putrid mist that had solidified in the air began to flow, the whispers of millions of soul fragments once again vibrated the air, and the right hand of the Demon King Yoggros, which had been pressing on Lionel's head, regained the ability to move.

But it was in that very instant.

Lionel moved.

Without hesitation, without gathering strength, without extra thought, he simply followed his body's most natural instinct, gripped the [Sword of Abelio] tightly, and slashed down at the target that was so close—the right hand of the Demon King Yoggros.

The movements were clean, and the trajectory was straight.

Click!

That wasn't the sound of flesh being cut open, but rather the crisp sound of some kind of authority being forcibly severed.

Time, completely resumed its flow.

Before the sneer on Yoggros's face could even completely fade, astonishment had already filled his expression. He looked down at his right arm and saw that the hand of the king, which had crushed challengers, carried out sacrifices, and touched the throne countless times, was now broken off from the shoulder, the cut clean but showing no signs of regeneration.

"Ah... my right hand..."

He let out a near-distorted scream, his voice carrying genuine terror for the first time:
"My King's Hand... My Father's Grace..."

With a single strike, the [Sword of Abelio], imbued with the great spirituality of the old father, directly unleashed the father's blessings.

The golden flames did not extinguish as the strike ended.

On the contrary, it seemed to be completely activated, spreading wildly from the broken edge. The flames did not flicker or explode, but rather clung to his bones, flesh, soul, and authority in a desperate way, seeping into every level that was trying to regenerate, repair, or revert to its former glory, like a malignant tumor.

Yoggros, the Demon King, clearly felt that his regeneration was failing and his disease was going silent.

The corrupting and cyclical power bestowed by the benevolent father was forcibly ended before the golden flames.

The pain therefore became unbearable.

It wasn't just physical pain, but also a tearing sensation from the very foundation of his being, as if someone was grasping at his concepts, his identity, his future, peeling them away inch by inch, and he didn't even have the right to escape.

He couldn't understand.

Not long ago, the outcome was already decided. He was already standing at the critical point of sacrifice, with the empty crown echoing and the loving father watching. He was only one step away from stepping into the realm of a famous general.

But now, with just a blink of an eye, the other party has already reversed the situation, not only severing his arm but also cutting off his path to the future.

Yoggros let out a low, twisted roar, finally realizing that something extremely wrong was happening.

unreasonable.

Totally unreasonable.

That sword strike just now did not belong to any combat logic he was familiar with, nor did it conform to the cruel principle of equivalent exchange in the gray wilderness. It was not the challenger's outburst, not a near-death counterattack, and not a blessing obtained through sacrifice. It was an overstepping of authority, a judgment that fell directly above the rules.

There's a cheat code!!!
Someone has thrown something incredibly powerful into this battle! This person has some kind of cheat code!

Yoggros was never a fool; on the contrary, he had lived long enough and was pragmatic enough that, when pain and power were stripped away together, he almost instinctively chose to cut his losses.

Enduring the golden flames that were still gnawing at his existence, the Demon King quickly retreated, putting distance between himself and Lionel.

The corrupt tissue at the site of his severed arm writhed wildly, yet it could never regenerate, only emitting a nauseating sizzling sound in the flames.

"Wait...wait..."

His voice was rapid and hoarse, and he spoke at a fast pace:
"You don't need to continue fighting. You've already won. The Throne of Vengeance... I can give up. I swear, I will personally leave the throne and hand over the Demon King's position to you, as long as you're willing to stop!"

He continued:

"At that time, disease will not be death for you, but continuation, reshaping, and allowing all things to find a new order in the midst of collapse... You can decide who rots, who survives, and who is preserved to become a more perfect form. Pain, struggle, and prayer will all become your toys!"

"Believe me, once you obtain the Throne of Vengeance, you will rule all of Oynos."

"Life and plague are no longer destruction to you, but tools, order, and the power to shape."

"You can decide—who continues to rot, who is preserved, and who is allowed to regenerate into a better existence in the collapse."

As if afraid that the other party wouldn't know the joys of being a demon king, Yoggros Demon King began to give specific examples to the other party.

“You can separate the soul of an entire village—not by killing it, but by letting it continue to live in the form of a collective consciousness, so that each individual can feel the hunger, pain and fear of others, but can never escape this sharing.”

"You can also transplant the will of the challenger into the body of the loser, so that they can continue to live with beliefs that do not belong to them."

"And those embryos... I made them awaken to consciousness prematurely, but refused to allow them to grow, so that they would learn to wait, fear, and pray before they even understood life. You can't imagine how pure their despair was when they realized they would never be allowed to complete themselves, a despair so pure that it could be sold to the devil at a higher level."

"The pain isn't the point; the point is the persistence."

"Death is too straightforward, while prolongation is the highest form of torture."

"As long as you're willing to take the throne—all of this can become your game."

"You will become the true ruler, a demon king greater than me. You can experience the joys of life, and you can play with whatever you want..."

boom--!
His voice was abruptly interrupted by a loud and violent bang.

The sound came from the [Sword of Abelio] in Lionel's hand.

Without any external force touching it, the sword seemed to be ignited by some emotion. The golden flames suddenly surged, no longer just wrapping around the blade, but bursting outwards in an almost cathartic manner. The flames drew clear and sharp trails in the air, like a blazing sun brought closer to the world, intense, pure, and unbearable to look at.

Lionel slowly raised his head.

In that instant, his eyes no longer held weariness, hesitation, or even the judgment of victory or defeat; only a pure, almost insane rage remained, burning away all reason.

"What's so interesting about it?"

His voice was deep, yet it sounded like he was suppressing thunder.

"Where's the fun?"

He took a step forward, and golden flames swept over him, forming a blazing tide of light around him.

"What do you take life for?!"

The flames pulsed with his emotions, so bright they were almost cruel, and where the sword's edge pointed, even despair itself was forced back.

Yoggros's pupils suddenly contracted.

He wanted to escape.

This was the first time in thousands of years that he had such a clear thought that he "must leave immediately," but just as he tried to muster the strength, he was horrified to find that his body was not obeying his commands.

fear!!!!
His cells trembled, his authority hesitated, and even his body, already reshaped by plague and corruption, instinctively refused to carry out the command to escape, as if some higher-level being had already denied his existence in advance.

Just as Lionel swung his sword.

Just before death truly arrived.

Yoggros's vision was suddenly abruptly pulled up for a moment.

He saw it.

At the edge of the battlefield, in a place where all senses could not pinpoint, a blurry yet undeniable figure stood silently. It was a projection of an existence that did not belong to any faction and was not bound by any authority. And behind that figure—a black sun was silently suspended.

It lacks warmth and radiance, yet it renders all light and shadow superfluous.

The moment Yoggros fell with his second sword, he finally understood something.

Gan!
No wonder the benevolent father suddenly bestowed such great blessings. If he could kill this overpowered genius, then he would indeed be qualified to be a [famous general].

The problem is... he can't kill him!
He tried to contact his loving father.

But... I can't get through on the psionic phone!

At that moment, Lionel's second sword had already fallen.

That sword strike was like the first rift in the night sky at dawn, straight, decisive, and unavoidable. Golden flames poured out along the blade, directly erasing the remaining half of the Demon King's information structure from the level of existence. It was not a decapitation, nor a destruction of the body, but rather the Demon King Yoggros's information itself was forcibly cut in half.

“Ahhhh——!!!”

Madison Clerus let out a distorted and shrill scream.

At that moment, he finally realized that persuasion was futile and there was no way to escape.

So he chose the last resort.

Self-destruct.

boom--!?!
In an instant, the Demon King's body expanded, cracked, and disintegrated. His enormous body was forcibly dismantled into 15,000 fragments. Bones, marrow, soul, plague, and concepts exploded together, turning into countless remnants carrying high spiritual pollution, attempting to escape their doomed fate in the chaos of the explosion.

However, Lionel did not pursue.

He simply stood there, his hands raised high above the [Sword of Abelio], its blade pointing straight to the sky.

The next moment, the world began to respond.

【Dawn Furnace——】

A golden beam of light shot up from the sword, piercing the heavens and the earth. The ground beneath their feet was instantly melted, rock layers collapsed, and bone structures turned into flowing crimson magma. The core area of ​​the Desolate Bone Demon Tower completely lost its structural significance in the light.

Most of the 15,000 fragmented entities were vaporized in the Dawn Fire before they even hit the ground.

Those fragments that tried to survive by virtue of their high spirituality were completely covered by the second golden beam of light that followed—no struggle, no reorganization, only purification, annihilation, and erasure.

Boom boom boom——! ! ! !

The beam of light, still carrying considerable force, pierced directly through the Throne of Vengeance.

The throne, formed from the solidification of a million souls and symbolizing the rule of Yoggros, emitted a piercing wail in the light before crumbling and turning into countless ashes.

Here, Lionel Abraham, who seemed to have unlocked superhuman abilities, shattered Yoggros's dream of becoming a great general with just three sword strikes!

Then, the entire Desolate Bone Demon Tower began to collapse.

From the top of the tower to the ground, the skeletal structure fractured, the soul circuits failed, and the spiral cylinder, from a macroscopic perspective, resembled a skeleton hollowed out from the inside, slowly tilting, disintegrating, and dissipating beneath the gray wilderness sky.

When all fell silent.

Lionel's [Sword of Abelio] slowly turned into specks of light and disappeared. His black knight armor dissipated, revealing his upper body covered in cracks and wounds. His arms were cracked from bearing too much power, but fortunately, the cracks were healing slowly at a visible speed.

He looked up at the sky revealed after the destruction of the Desolate Bone Demon Tower, and only had time to confirm that it was finally over.

Then, the power was completely withdrawn.

Lionel fell forward and crashed heavily to the ground.

In his final moments of blurred consciousness, he felt someone crouching beside him, a gentle and steady hand resting on his head.

“Well done, Lionel…”

"Take a break."

The voice was deep and resolute.

Before he fell into a deep sleep, he seemed to hear his mentor and companions calling anxiously, and the sound of footsteps rushing towards him.

Meanwhile, the ruins of the Desolate Bone Demon Tower burned silently in the distance.

Meanwhile, the third perfect embryo, Lionel, has also announced her return.

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