Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Feeling the power emanating from the sword, Roy was somewhat excited.

The Aura of Kings, seemingly reborn from its previous damaged and rusted state, now shone with an irresistible golden light, even when not bathed in light. A vast power surged along the blade, like an inexhaustible spring, replenishing itself endlessly even when dissipated.

The upper part of the blade, near the tip, exhibits a molten state reminiscent of overheated steel, with billowing heat emanating from the red-hot edge, resembling a heat-powered sword from a bygone era. However, contrary to common sense, even if this heat was genuine, Roy, holding the hilt, felt no burning sensation whatsoever, as if the intense heat was merely a means to repel his enemies.

The power, a complete transformation, from an ordinary sword to a true king's sword, is inexhaustible, wave after wave, generation after generation.

This is Aslan's power.

Heat, which melts everything, turns all rebels to ashes and burns the earth into a wasteland, yet it is kind, loving, and magnanimous to those it approves of.

This is the heat from Drake.

Without a doubt, the Breath of Kings at this moment is the true and complete Victorian national sword!

Victoria's national sword has the power to cleave through natural disasters and save the country!

Taking a deep breath, Roy sheathed the equally agitated Sun Sword and raised it towards the Steam Knight before him, like a well-trained Victorian knight challenging him.

Although most of the equestrian knights were undeniably mediocre, no one could question their level of etiquette.

The steam knight in front of him seemed to freeze for a moment, watching Roy complete the ceremony before raising his left arm amidst a burst of steam.

Beneath those arms covered by iron armor and shields were rows of dark cannon muzzles.

"Boom boom boom!"

Even after being abandoned in the damp underground ruins for so long, the steam knight armor, which embodies the industrial wisdom of Victoria, did not experience any functional hardware problems. As white steam gushed out from the exhaust pipes on the steam knight's limbs and back, the cannonball in his burly left arm was also fired.

Four shells flew toward Roy in quick succession; each one was a specially made shell whose aftershocks alone could kill dozens of elite soldiers.

Roy simply raised the Breath of Kings in his hand and swept it cleanly and effortlessly in front of him, seemingly without any hesitation.

The air in front of him seemed to boil as if ignited by the high temperature, and a barrier of hot air instantly rose in front of Roy. Before the Steam Knight's cannonball could penetrate the barrier, it was heated and melted by the high temperature inside the barrier. Before it could even explode, its internal structure was destroyed and it disintegrated, without making a sound or making an explosion.

This was merely a small application of the power contained within the sword by Roy.

The inspiration comes from Talulah, who is probably still struggling to explore the tundra of Ursus, and the black snake within her body.

Before the Battle of Chernobog's core city, a well-known mercenary, Ms. W, who wished to remain anonymous, attempted to ambush Talulah, whom she considered to be "completely insane," using bombs, grenades, and shells.

Talulah confidently let her complete all the arrangements, and then, in the most domineering way, told her why she was called the "tyrant" of the Reunion Movement.

The method involved using Draco's power to melt all the bombs buried underground before W could detonate.

Because of the time limit of the Chongyue module and the fact that the Steam Knight doesn't listen to human commands, Roy couldn't chat with the Steam Knight slowly and methodically like Talulah, while calmly melting all the shells. He could only resort to creating a "high-heat field" to erect a wind wall and simply burn the shells.

Even so, it's already amazing enough.

Then, almost at the last minute of the module's time limit, Roy raised the Breath of Kings high above his head.

The golden light spots that had been activated when the Great Wilderness Starfall began to gather around him. This time, Roy did not immediately jump and drag the light spots into a dazzling trail of flames. Instead, he suppressed the urge to take off and allowed them to gather around him, merging into himself and the Breath of the Kings in his hand.

As if in response, the golden light within the Breath of the Kings intensified, gradually emanating from the blade and adhering to the outside of the sword, forming a radiant and dazzling physical light sword.

"EX——"

"calibur!"

Volume 1: Chapter 324 It's far from time to say defeat.

"Kal'tsit, I've said it before, if I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time, a third time, countless times."

Crimson blood dripped from the longsword. Theresis's arrogant face was full of coldness. He gently shook the tip of the sword, and immediately a shrill wail from a non-human creature came from afar.

"Roar--!"

Mon3tr struggled to prop himself up on his forelimbs. The two scythes that could cut through iron like mud had been severed. At the break, there were clusters of Originium crystals. A large amount of dust, like his blood, drifted outwards and mixed in the air, forming a high-concentration area of ​​Originium dust that could be seen with the naked eye.

Before the battle with Theresis began, even Amiya, who had been told countless times by Kal'tsit about Theresis's power, could hardly imagine that in less than ten minutes, this Originium behemoth that gave her a great sense of security had been reduced to uttering such a wail.

“mon3tr”.

Kal'tsit's voice was extremely weak. Mon3tr does not bleed, so the bloodstains on Theresis's sword undoubtedly came from her.

At this moment, she already had several sword wounds on her body. Even though Theresis had not attached any Originium Arts to the sword that could worsen her injuries, the current state of her injuries was enough to render Kal'tsit unable to fight for a long time without treatment.

The only saving grace is that Kal'tsit herself doesn't have much combat ability.

She's like a strategist, planning and orchestrating events from within, but ultimately, she relies on mon3tr to achieve victory from afar. Even though mon3tr looks battered and nearly exhausted, Kal'tsit still has a way.

“[Melting down]”.

Without hesitation, she gave the order. In an instant, several beams of red light suddenly erupted from the heavily injured mon3tr's dark green body, like an overloaded machine, its broken body being injected with power at a great cost. It let out a roar of extreme rage and pounced towards Theresis with even greater speed and force than when it first attacked.

Amiya immediately tried to raise her hand to help, but before she could solidify the black threads behind her and weave them into spells, her spell collapsed in an instant. The backlash even rushed towards Amiya, almost injuring her.

Amiya clenched her hands, staring incredulously at the silver-white figure not far away.

"Miss Theresa, why!"

However, all that responded to her was Theresa's calm yet slightly sorrowful gaze and unchanging smile.

She seemed to lack her own consciousness, mechanically using her power to counter Amiya's demonic authority.

But Amiya could sense it; she could see everything happening before her eyes, and she felt emotions and thoughts flowing from her heart. But all of this was overwhelmed by a grander, more powerful consciousness.

Theresa made no statement; the fact that she stood there without joining Theresis's forces to help him attack Kal'tsit was perhaps the greatest effort she could make.

Unable to get an answer, Amiya could only try using the Demon King's power once again to assist the once-defeated mon3tr in launching an attack. But the result was the same as always; the black lines of the Demon King's power were forcibly dispelled and disappeared before they could be formed into weapons and spells.

"Amiya, it's no use."

Kal'tsit struggled to her feet and shook her head.

"You can't use [Preservation of Civilization] right now."

"Is it because of Miss Theresa?" Amiya quickly helped Kal'tsit up, wanting to help her stop the bleeding, but Kal'tsit waved her hand to stop her.

"It's because of what's on Theresa now."

Kal'tsit closed her eyes with a hint of regret.

She learned from Roy that Therese had resurrected Theresa, but she never expected that Therese would choose this method.

The Sarkaz are a race that places immense importance on death, and many Sarkaz groups have special rituals after death. Carrion eaters draw power from death, allowing the spirit of the deceased to flow within their bodies. Wendigo consume the corpses of their own kind; this cannibalistic ritual symbolizes love, purifying their bloodline and enhancing their power. Liches, on the other hand, hide their phylactery in another dimension, walking the material world only with their physical bodies, leaving their fate of death to the Void.

Regardless of the type of death, when a Sarkaz truly dies, their soul continues to exist in another form—the [Dead Soul].

In other words, the soul of any dead Sarkaz can be found among the spirits of the dead, and Theresa is no exception.

But this is an almost impossible task, for tearing a soul from the embrace of a dead soul is like pulling a drop of water that has already merged into the ocean out of the ocean again! It is not only difficult, but also incredibly blasphemous.

But the pardoner did it.

Kal'tsit didn't know what methods the Exorcists used or how far they had gone in their study of the soul, but they had indeed made a pact with the dead souls. The conscious sea released Theresa's soul back into her body. In return, the sea would forever monitor the body's every move and influence her thoughts.

This is why Theresa was able to counter the Demon King's authority, which was no longer in her possession.

The spirits of the Sarkaz are not only the destination of the Sarkaz souls, but they also have another identity—they are the wills attached to the black crown of [the survival of civilization].

The survival of civilization and Originium together constitute the storage vessel of human civilization. Over a long period of time, the data that has leaked out has subtly influenced the biological evolution and civilization development of the entire Terra. The Sarkaz, who hold the survival of civilization, are the race most deeply affected.

The reason they produced these strange soul creatures called "dead souls" is because the soul of the first Sarkaz to die attached itself to the continuation of civilization, thus achieving a transformation on a material level.

Now, this appearance has affected the inner workings.

The Sarkaz spirits attached to the continuation of civilization sealed off Amiya's magic, as Amiya also used the most basic and fundamental power of the continuation of civilization. Every time she tried to borrow a sliver of power from within the continuation of civilization, that power was absorbed and destroyed as it passed through the outer layer of Sarkaz spirits.

Kal'tsit knew how to reverse this blockade.

It's very simple. As long as the Ten Commandments, which act as sealers, are released—or even just one or two, or two or three—the internal power of civilization can easily break through the thin layer of coating on the surface, severely damaging the Sarkaz spirits while rendering the seal ineffective.

But she couldn't let Amiya do that.

Her mental and spiritual strength is far from sufficient to withstand the power of the seal being broken. Once the seal is broken, she could very well be instantly overwhelmed by the immense power and the accompanying information flow, turning her into an idiot, a madwoman, or even causing her to die.

But does that mean she has no way to deal with Theresis?

That's not entirely true.

Even though Logos was held back by the Pardoner family and Ascalon was countered by Manfred, she still had the help of elite operators such as Misery, Ace, and Scout, as well as her own trump cards.

And there's Roy too.

It's far too early to call it a failure.

Volume 1: Chapter 325 The Last Stand of the Tikkaz Souls

"misery, provide support. scout, snipe, interrupt his actions. ace, get close!"

Kal'tsit's commands were issued in rapid succession, and the ground beneath Theresis's feet rippled again the next second.

That might not be entirely accurate. With Theresis's combat experience, even if the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed, he could regain his balance in the shortest amount of time and escape the area where the anomaly occurred. But when Misery's staff lit up, even someone as strong as Theresis was momentarily thrown off balance.

Because misery doesn't distort the ground, but rather that entire space.

Those who possess spatial magic but are not of the lich race are extremely rare. Even if Theresis knew of Misery's abilities, she would have little chance of defending against them—when the entire space around you is distorted, jumping around is futile. Furthermore, even if Theresis wanted to directly attack Misery or Kal'tsit with her sword as a diversionary tactic, the blade itself would be repelled from its target by the magical distortion.

An enemy who was once within arm's reach and could be killed with a single sword strike is now worlds apart.

However, this spell also has its unavoidable flaw, namely its lack of universality.

The distortion of space will not spare you just because you are an ally. Theresis cannot attack Ace and Kal'tsit, and similarly, Ace and Mon3tr, who are ordered to be close by, will also be affected.

This is the problem that Kal'tsit's second command was meant to solve.

Scout, who had been hovering on the edge of the battlefield since the start of the battle, searching for the best shooting position, had already set up his specially made heavy crossbow.