Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Seeing Renn's serious demeanor, Darkus also stood up. After getting up, he first raised his hand to make a gesture of restraint, indicating that Renn should calm down. Then, he solemnly lowered his head to straighten his robe and casually smoothed his hair, the movements deliberate and exaggerated.

Then, he suddenly raised his hands high above his head and clasped them together, standing up straight with the most perfect posture imaginable.

Renn was stunned.

This smooth and effortless maneuver completely baffled him.

"Catch a blade barehanded!" Darkus had a confident and determined expression on his face, as if he had already foreseen the outcome. However, the next second, he collapsed and changed his tone, "Bullshit."

The name "Blade of Reality" was given by Darkus. Of course, from an academic point of view, it could also be called "Blade of Dimensions." It is a half-meter-long, cleaver-shaped weapon that transcends dimensions. Its shape is somewhat like Clive's broadsword from another world, with simple lines, yet it subtly exudes a sharpness that does not belong to reality.

What makes this weapon truly remarkable is that it has an extremely high probability of ignoring armor, protection, and some physical barriers, directly affecting the flesh itself.

During the Battle of Konquata, Raine raised the Blade of Reality and slashed at the Chaos Warlock. In that instant, the ancient holy emblem on the Blade of Reality suddenly lit up, and a terrifying black-green light flowed along the blade, as if the blade had been activated by some higher-dimensional rule.

The blade of reality drew a shimmering, perfect arc in the air.

A dazzling yet dangerous energy erupted.

The blade easily pierced through the chaos warlock's layers of protective magic, but it did not, as expected, cleave the opponent's raised staff in two.

Instead, the blade of reality pierced through.

At that moment, the blade seemed to become transparent, passing directly over the staff, over the black robe, and even over the flesh itself, as if it had completed the strike in another dimension.

The next instant, the Chaos Warlock's left shoulder to right thigh suddenly split open.

His body was split in two, and he immediately lost control and fell heavily to the ground.

But Renn did not stop there.

He gripped the Blade of Reality tightly with both hands, leaped into the air, spun around, and slashed at the Chaos Warlock once more. This time, the blade was no longer transparent; it existed concretely in reality.

However, the result was no different.

The staff was cut open, the robes were torn, and the flesh was completely severed.

The Chaos Warlock's body was once again severed in half at the waist. This time, the corpse was divided into four pieces, which then lay scattered and broken on the ground.

In that battle, there were two Chaos Warlocks, and they were twins. What was even more deadly was that they borrowed energy from the spiritual veins, and with multiple amplifications stacked together, their defense was as thick as an unbreakable tortoise shell, and their health was ridiculously high.

Unfortunately, all of this is meaningless in the face of the harsh reality.

It is no exaggeration to say that Rennes' performance in that game was a complete MVP.

This kind of combined spellcasting by twins, similar to twins, is both a blessing and a curse. The blessing lies in the fact that it is completely unreasonable, 1+1 directly equals 10; while the curse lies in the fact that once one of them dies, not only is 10 gone, but not even 1 remains, not even 0.5 can be preserved, and the backlash will instantly devour the survivors.

Of course, the blade of reality is not always invincible.

Darkus remembered clearly that when Renn confidently launched a sneak attack on Zuvas, it was effortlessly blocked by the latter. There were many reasons for this, but the most crucial one was that the Blade of Reality sometimes worked and sometimes it didn't.

Now, given Ryan's wording and his serious demeanor, it's almost self-evident what he's going to do next.

Dakos lowered his hands and then mimicked lawyer Zhang Wei's signature pose. Halfway through the pose, his expression shifted between a half-smile and a tense standoff, as if he might break down at any moment.

After this series of punches, Renn, who was originally full of enthusiasm and ready to spin around in the air, was completely defeated.

He ended up only making a symbolic chop.

The blade of Reality suddenly turned blackish-green, and in the instant of the slash, the blade seemed to be erased, disappearing completely, leaving only the hilt tightly gripped in Renn's hand.

Immediately following was an invisible yet extremely oppressive wave of air, and a low, piercing buzzing sound that reverberated and echoed in the air.

When Renn stopped, the blade, like a ghost, slowly solidified from the hilt, as if it had never truly left reality.

The whole process was breathtakingly fast.

From the start of the move to the finish, it takes less than a second.

If it weren't for that chilling, goosebump-like sensation that suddenly surged up Dakota's spine and into his brain like a cold, venomous snake, it would almost have been mistaken for a failed, futile, empty swing. The movement was too fast, too fast for common sense to intervene, too fast for reason to complete its judgment, before the result was already over.

However, all of this actually happened.

At the moment of chopping, there is not nothing there.

Darkus's eyes did indeed capture something. The instant Rein swung his blade, the ancient holy ring on his finger quietly activated. Subtle yet undeniable pulses spread along his nerves, forcibly pushing his perception into a strange state between the rift of time and microscopic reality. It wasn't simply 'seeing,' but rather 'touching' the process in a way that transcended sight.

That wasn't wind pressure, nor sound, nor an energy surge.

Rather, it is some kind of more bizarre and fundamental alteration.

Where the blade passed, the air wasn't "cut" apart, but rather briefly "cancelled" from its very existence. It was an absolute vacuum, no wider than a hair, that spanned the entire space before us.

The photons that make up the light are inexplicably deflected and lost when they flow through this point, making that line appear visually as a dark, swallowing shadow; the dust floating in the air is not blown away, but disappears directly, as if it never existed; even the most basic and background energy fluctuations in space, the background noise that maintains the stability of reality, have fatal breaks and heart-stopping delays along that line of path.

The ensuing blast of air and the accompanying hum created a chilling scene.

That wasn't a shockwave generated by a blade pushing through the air, but rather the very structure of reality itself, reacting violently to the appearance of that nonexistent wound, in an attempt to repair itself. The sound wasn't the whistling of metal, nor the vibration of energy, but a low, mournful wail emanating from space itself in agony, a sound no mortal should ever hear.

Dakos's blood seemed to freeze in that instant.

The ring's transcendent perception allowed him to experience the essential terror of this attack more clearly than anyone else. He could even feel reality become unstable for a moment, like a piece of tissue that had been precisely cut and was still trembling slightly.

Phase Weapon!

This cold, precise technical term flashed through his mind almost like lightning. It wasn't the language of this world, but rather the standard melee weapon of another world, the space necromancers. By briefly shifting the blade out of the current dimension of reality and then returning it upon impact, it ignored all physical defenses and directly destroyed the target's structure.

Ancient sages... they even reverse engineered this?
Or perhaps, in some long-forgotten battlefield of space, or in some dimension, they once seized and modified this terrifying technology that should have belonged to the Silent Dead?

The blade of reality.

Beneath this name, which even sounds somewhat romantic, lies not some armor-piercing blade, but a dimensional scalpel capable of surgically removing specific parts of reality itself. It doesn't cut matter; it cuts at the moment and place where matter exists.

As the eerie feeling gradually subsided and the world regained its normal continuity, Darkus realized he was holding his breath. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly, and slowly touched the crystal water bottle on the table with his right hand. The cool touch re-anchored him to reality, while his left hand pointed steadily at Renn.

“I’ve found the right way to use it.” Renn glanced at Darkus’s stance, sheathed the Blade of Reality, and said calmly, as if the previous attack was just a routine demonstration.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a light step back, almost without making a sound. His body sank slightly, his center of gravity shifted forward, his muscles tensed, and he assumed a jumping posture ready to roll over, dodge, or explode again at any moment.

"But we only found the correct way to use it."

"I!"

Darkus let out a loud shout, his voice suddenly rising in pitch, with an undisguised mischievousness. He abruptly grabbed the crystal water bottle from the table, his shoulder slumped, as if to throw it.

Raine reacted almost instinctively, his muscles tensing instantly like a fully drawn bowstring. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, shifted his center of gravity forward, and entered the critical state before exploding.

However, Dakotas's arm stopped abruptly halfway through its swing.

He deliberately tossed the water bottle in his palm, causing the water inside to slosh and reflect tiny glimmers of light. His gaze was fixed on Renn's body, poised to leap, roll, and retaliate at any moment, as if admiring a finely tuned killing machine.

Ryan quickly realized that this was just a feint. His tense nerves had just relaxed a little, and he was just about to make a slight adjustment to his center of gravity.

"Hey!" Darkus suddenly exerted force on his wrist again, the movement was crisp and clean, and the water bottle was sent flying forward!
Like a cheetah, Renn sprang to the side and back half a step, and the ground even made a very faint scraping sound.

But the next moment, he realized something was wrong.

The water bottle remained firmly in Darkus's hand. This time, Darkus didn't even let it truly leave his palm; he merely executed a feint that almost fooled instinctive reflexes. He shook the bottle, as if admiring the ripples created by the liquid inside, his expression leisurely yet irritating.

Then, he slowly and carefully placed the water bottle back on the table, the bottom of the bottle making a soft, crisp sound as it touched the wooden table.

The instant the sound fell, Darkus once again snatched the water bottle with lightning speed, his entire body twisting as he did so, his waist, back, shoulders and arms forming a straight line, his arm swinging out in a very threatening semi-circle!

Almost reflexively, Ryan crouched and rolled, the movement so fluid as if he had rehearsed it a thousand times in his mind, landing, rolling, and getting up all in one smooth motion.

But he had only rolled halfway when he heard Darkus's undisguised low laughter.

Looking up, the water bottle was still firmly held in the other person's hand, its surface clean, its mouth straight, and not a single drop of water spilled.

And so, the two went back and forth, like a silent game of cat and mouse. Feints, reactions, more feints, more reactions. There was no power, no status, no heavy responsibilities or calculations; it was as if only two children remained, playing in the most primal way.

After several rounds of "wolf at last" games, Darkus finally had enough.

This time, he actually placed the water bottle steadily back on the table and didn't pick it up again. Then, he casually and calmly dusted off his hands, which weren't actually dust, and sat back down in his chair, as if the series of childish and dangerous threats had never happened.

He poured himself a glass of water first; the clear liquid made a soft splash as it poured. Then he poured one for Ryan. Once they were both seated, he spoke, his tone regaining its usual calmness.

"Incomplete? Or..."

“Independent…” Renn answered softly.

“Huang Qi’s toys.” Darkus sighed, his tone tinged with a mixture of helplessness and understanding. “What am I expecting?”

If it were a complete manufacturing system, it would mean that phase weapons could be replicated, mass-produced, and promoted; but instead, they are independent and isolated technological nodes.

Isn't this Huangqi's toy?

As for the possibility that Renn concealed the stone tablets...

nonexistent.

Pointless.

In no sense whatsoever.

Moreover, Master Hui is still there.

Unless Raine really wants to pull off something earth-shattering, kill Master Hui, and then persuade all the Radiant Shadow Hunters and Asul.
This……

Ah this...

“It’s like…it’s like…” Renn spread his hands, seemingly trying to find a suitable metaphor, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

In the end, he simply lowered his head, picked up the water glass, and slowly took a sip. The action was as solemn as if he were savoring some fine vintage wine, but the glass clearly contained only ordinary water.

“That’s why Huangqi and Luo Yike chose you, Rein.” Darkus looked at him, his tone unusually gentle. “Each of us is unique and has our own mission.”

“Not only…” Renn gave a bitter laugh first, then looked up at Darkus, his eyes filled with an undisguised weariness and confusion, “But this feeling… is really not good, is it?”

"Yes."

"But I am honored!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Renn stood up, mimicking Darkus's earlier mannerisms, and pretentiously straightened his clothes, then smoothed his hair, which didn't need any styling at all. The movements were deliberate and exaggerated, tinged with self-deprecation. He cleared his throat, his chest rising and falling slightly, clearly preparing to launch into a solemn speech.

But the moment he coughed, he froze.

Immediately afterwards, a mixture of anger and amusement appeared on his face.

At almost the same time, Darkus had already raised his hand to cover his ears, closed his eyes tightly, and even slightly turned his head away, as if to avoid some kind of unbearable sound pollution.

“You can’t do this…” Renn said weakly, his tone tinged with helplessness.

Darkus closed his eyes, gently shook his head, and gave an expression that said, "I can't hear anything," his attitude absurdly resolute.

Renn gave a wry smile. What could he say? What could he do? He couldn't very well go over and pry open Darkus's hands, which were covering his ears, one by one.

In that case, the situation will only become more outrageous.

The moment he sat down again, Darkus opened his eyes as if nothing had happened.

"Any other discoveries?"

“A set of spells and…” Renn deliberately dragged out his words, as if to whet people’s appetites.

Dakos didn't urge him verbally; he simply picked up the water bottle on the table and twirled it gently in his palm.

“Records of spells related to metal forging,” Renn added immediately.

Dakos then made an unfolding gesture, indicating to continue.

Do you have any samples?

As Raine spoke, Darkus's gaze was already fixed on the pages of the book, where a structural diagram of the Heavenly Tribulation-level spell Judgment Star Orbit unfolded. Only after Raine finished speaking did he look up and ask a question.

“Yes, and no.” Raine shrugged. “They left in a hurry, collecting some materials before they left. Eldrasil tried them in the intervals, but the samples didn’t match the description.”

"Perhaps there are samples?" Darkus mused. "The Shield of Chakua?"

Ryan's eyes lit up immediately; he was all too familiar with that name.

"Is there a possibility?" As he spoke, he gestured in the air with his hands, as if he were cutting open some non-existent structure, dissecting the imagined layers one by one.

"Should?" Darkus nodded. "No rush."

The Shield of Chakua has a matching stone slab for manufacturing, but unfortunately, it lacks the necessary materials and parts.

It's like receiving a package, opening it with great anticipation, only to find that there are no parts inside, just a single page of assembly instructions.

Renn nodded.

There's no rush, and you can't rush it anyway.

The stone tablet is still on the Dragon Islands and needs to be transported back to the continent of Ruscia first. Then, the Slan priests will try to make a sample before they can compare and deduce based on the actual object.

“Eldrahir, he…” Renn stopped mid-sentence, as if weighing whether he should continue.

"Hmm?" Darkus looked up.

"He wants to change his lifestyle."

Darkus's gaze sharpened slightly, then he looked up at Renn, his tone calm yet cutting to the heart of the matter.

"You want a different lifestyle, don't you? You want to be the head of the Resonance Institute?" (End of Chapter)