The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　The next second, Ikason's sword turned the light blade and split the unstable energy body into two -

　"Sizzle!"

　The sword cut into the Ash Hunter's shoulder and tore all the way down to his chest!

　Ikason heard the sound of choking blood - his sword directly cut through the hunter's lungs and, with a cunning slash, tore his heart apart!

　This sword strike was Ikason's ultimate skill. He used the whistling force to gather thousands of sword strikes at the same time. The speed was so fast that it seemed as if he had only slashed once.

　However...

　"boom"

　A dark blue arc of electricity burst out from the Ash Hunter's body, blasting Ikason away.

　He rolled on the ground several times, stood up, and then saw the Ash Hunter pulling his sword out of his body inch by inch.

　"Your sword cannot stop my heartbeat."

　The Ash Hunter threw the katana in front of Ikason and then raised the broken light blade.

　He slammed the hilt of the sword, and a surge of blue light burst out from the hilt again, outlining the shape of a light blade.

　At the same time, dark blue arcs of electricity continued to fill his torn flesh and blood, and cracks flashing with blue light spread across his body like blood vessels.

　"If this is the most powerful attack you've ever made, then I'm sorry," the Ash Hunter muttered, "with the next one, I will destroy you."

　He swung his sword, and the blue electric arcs on his body became agitated, and the winding lightning snakes licked the surrounding space frantically.

　Ikason picked up the knife, took a deep breath, and then took up his stance again.

　He didn't think he would win this time. If the previous blow didn't work, it would be difficult for him to launch a more powerful attack.

　His physical strength has been decreasing. The speed at which the red electric arc repairs his body can no longer exceed the speed of muscle loss. He will soon be unable to hold on.

　But no matter what, at least...

　Ikason put away his sword and took up his stance once again.

　The teacher said that no matter what, a warrior must face his own destiny.

　Even if that fate meant spilled blood, even if it meant he would die today.

　Ikason looked directly at the Ash Hunter, his vision focused on one point.

　Then, he charged forward once more, drawing his sword—

　"call----"

　The Ash Hunter raised his giant blade and slashed at Ikason fiercely—

　"clang!"

　When he came to his senses, Ikason was already half-kneeling on the ground, holding the katana with both hands, trying his best to resist the huge light blade of the Ash Hunter.

　He couldn't believe it—this crazy hunter had caught up to his speed! He used the speed of his whistling!

　He felt his strength draining away, evaporating from his body, the blade lowering lower.

　""

　The Ash Hunter stared at Hafjargaard who was half-kneeling on the ground, and pressed the light blade down little by little, as if mocking his prey.

　He was very happy to see such a powerful prey being killed by himself. This pleasure far exceeded killing those Tarek warriors.

　Outside the window, the dark blue fusion arcs have spread to every corner of the city, and the entire city has turned into a sea of ​​arcs.

　The panels of the module were being torn apart, and the city began to collapse into the void below.

　Ikason felt that he was about to collapse, his hands were shaking, and the red arcs of electricity emitted by the light blade created tiny wounds on his body.

　"Ahhhh!"

　A halo lit up in his pupils, red arcs of electricity ran around his body, and the potential of his body was constantly erupting!

　However, he still couldn't shake the strength of the Ash Hunters' army.

　Just when the Ash Hunter thought he had won, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

　“Haaaaaaaa!!”

　A familiar sound of a trench, distant yet close at hand.

　The Ash Hunter looked down and saw the Warrior King standing over him, using his only remaining arm to bury a chainsword into the gap at his waist.

　It was the gap that Ikason cut.

　"You're fucking strong, Grisha!" the King of Warriors roared. "So fucking strong I can't even begin to defeat you, but you're a living monster! You set cities on fire! Those are the people your leader is protecting!"

　"No one will be protected from the wilderness," the Ash Hunter whispered, "and you too will be consumed by it."

　The next second, he threw away the round shield, grabbed the Warrior King's head with his iron hand, and pressed his thumb directly into his eye socket -

　"Uh ah ah ah ah ah!"

　The Warrior King screamed, and he suddenly pulled the zipper on the chainsaw sword. The chainsaw that was buried in the flesh of the Ash Hunter began to spin wildly, and blood foam flew everywhere!

　The Ash Hunter's spine was severed, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground, his hand holding the shining blade loosening.

　Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ikason suddenly raised his sword and slashed with it——

　"Sizzle!"

　The Ash Hunter's left hand was cut off before the Warrior King's head was crushed.

　The leader jerked his head, sending the hand lodged in his eye socket flying.

　He roared, he roared:

　"You are a powerful warrior, Ikason! It's an honor to follow you!"

　"But now, I'm going to hell with my brother!"

　Then, he suddenly hugged the Ash Hunter and fell with him into the sea of ​​arcs below.

　"No!"

　Ikason stretched out his hand, but could only watch as the two men fell into the violent thunder below, and an arc of electricity swallowed their figures.

　""

　A shuttle roared in from the distance, its hatch opened, and a guard stretched out his hand towards him, shouting:

　"Captain! We have to leave! This place is collapsing!"

　"The entire Hub City will fall on top of the Engine District!"

Chapter 722 Gravity (Part 8) -3k-

　Bridge - Mourning Psalm

　In just over ten minutes, the main fusion ball lightning had split into six different individuals, flying in various directions of the battlefield.

　The entire space began to collapse, the hub city fell in the thundering ocean, and the passages leading to other areas collapsed one after another.

　On the bridge, Odin Sharma walked to the control panel and turned on the message receiver:

　"...Odin Sharma! What are you doing!?"

　"...Traitor... Madman! The dome shield is failing, hurry up!!"

　"...Please...Moksada...Please..."

　""

　Odin raised his head, looked at the thunder outside the window with satisfaction, and said softly:

　"Three of the eight megacities have already fallen. Aside from Haidu, the remaining four will suffer varying degrees of damage... The energy pipelines connecting them to the core will be destroyed. In the days ahead, they will have to make one difficult choice after another..."

　"In this way, as the population decreases sharply, the seeds of rebellion will be extinguished..."

　Odin turned his head and looked at Perlis beside him, with a smile on his face:

　"Well, Miss Pure White Fireworks, what do you think of my masterpiece?"

　Perlis didn't say anything and just stood there quietly.

　Odin Sharma seemed to long to see a trace of emotion on her face: anger? fear? Whatever it was, he found none.

　The girl is like a drizzle, quiet and silent, yet exuding a chill that penetrates the bones.

　He averted his gaze and looked out the window, his eyes fixed on the retreating Free Alliance fleet.

　"Today, they lost 60% of their combat effectiveness," Odin sneered. "Those transport planes were like targets in the face of the ball lightning. Their shuttle pilots are incredibly weak. I can't imagine how Raja dared to challenge me..."

　At this moment, on the main ship of the Free Alliance.

　Raja watched as the transport ships were caught and exploded one after another by ball lightning, his hands shaking.

　The screams on the communication channel were endless, and he had begun to get used to it.

　A war that could be described as self-destructive destroyed the entire hub.

　After the hub was destroyed, both the upper and lower decks were transformed into isolated areas. The energy generated in the core area was no longer transported to major cities, but was simply used to maintain the energy needs of the main engine Yu Haidu.

　A complete monopoly.

　Raja tried not to think about what would happen next, but the more he thought about it, the warmer his forehead became, as if his third eye was struggling to open.

　His mind reverberated with the prophecy, the foreshadowing of death.

　He saw Nynaeve lying dead, and the bodies of the Free League members lying beneath her, piled like a mountain.

　He stood at the foot of the mountain, stretched out his hand in despair, but only caught a wisp of fishy wind.

　"Leaving the Hub!" Nynaeve's snoring brought Raja back to reality.

　"How long will it take before the collapse falls into the engine area?" Raja came to his senses.

　"Fifteen minutes..." Nani's voice trembled.

　"Can you contact them?"

　"Can't get in touch..." Nani shook her head, "Communication is silent..."

　Raja clenched his fists tightly, trying desperately to suppress the fear that was bursting out, and growled:

　"Then we have to go back immediately and save as many people as possible!"

　"Okay..." Nani took a deep breath.

　The main ship was flying quickly in the channel. Behind them, the entrance of the channel collapsed and the dark blue lightning shattered everything.

　Two red cracks opened up at the same time, and Arianwen and Ikason returned to the bridge together.

　"Alianwen, are you okay?" Ikason stepped forward.

　"I'm fine," Alianwen shook her head, "You...are in such a mess..."

　"Where's the Warrior King?" General Singh shouted. "I don't see that barbarian!"

　"He's dead," Ikason shook his head. "He jumped into the Arc Sea with the Ash Hunter."

　"Only four of the Tarek Tribe's shuttles have returned so far," Nynaeve's breath hitched. "Most of them didn't make it to the hub city in time, escaping the fusion lightning."

　"Where is that girl? Sigrid?" Ikason looked at Arianwen.

　Arianwen shook her head and closed her eyes.

　For a moment, there was silence on the bridge, only the roar of the aircraft engine stuttering, like a dying tuberculosis patient.

　Finally, it was Nynaeve who broke the silence:

　"About to enter the engine area..." Nynaeve whispered.

　"The first thing to do is to save lives," Ikason nodded, "Save as many as you can..."

　The main ship passed through the passage and flew into the engine area, and the orange light of secondary fusion hit it in the face.

　Bursts of explosions were coming from the sky above the engine area, and debris mixed with blue arcs fell down, hitting the street in bursts.

　The airship landed at the port, the hatch opened, and Raja, escorted by General Singh, rushed onto the street, shouting into the communicator as he ran:

　"Citywide announcement! The gathering point is the port! As many people as possible must come before the cabin collapses completely!"

　He knew that all this was so futile - even if he filled this airship and all the transport planes, he could only save 10,000 to 20,000 people at most, while there were billions of people in the engine area.

　He can't save everyone.