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will die!

A chilling fear instantly froze its heart.

They will definitely die!!!

Every scale trembled, every bone groaned!

Can't escape!

There's absolutely no way to avoid it!!!

It clearly "saw" that as soon as the silver blade touched it, the twisted life force it relied on for its existence and the essence of devouring everything, as well as its so-called "blasphemous immortality," would evaporate completely like dew in the morning light!

All that awaits it is eternal and utter death and annihilation!

Is the blasphemous serpent evil?

This doesn't even require a second of thought.

Needless to say!

Its very existence is a desecration of life and order.

Its insatiable, greedy maw devours gods, heroes, the earth, and the sky, intending to turn everything into chaotic nourishment within its belly.

It is a walking blasphemy, a manifestation of world-ending calamity, and the embodiment of terror.

Therefore, it is precisely the enemy of the brave!

Its extremely evil nature, which gathers endless blasphemy, is precisely the perfect fuel to ignite the holy sword!

An enemy that can unleash the power of the Holy Sword to unimaginable heights!

When that silver sword of judgment appeared, a consensus was imprinted on the souls of all who witnessed it: the blasphemous serpent is doomed!

"Stop!" Marlenia had barely thought of it before her toes left the ground.

Keng!

A silver-white lightsaber was driven into the rock in front of her feet, its radiance illuminating her astonished face.

Marlenia abruptly looked up. Mongot, whom she had previously blasted away, was now writhing wildly within him, his cursed blood power raging! Mongot's gaze pierced through the smoke and dust, locking onto Marlenia:

If you want to go forward

The cursed sword in Mongot's hand was stained crimson.

"Tread over my body!"

Marlenia stared at Mongot, who was using cursed blood, and finally sighed. It was all too late.

She clearly sensed that the holy sword's will to judge had reached its peak, and any attempt to interfere would be a futile struggle.

At the same time, the brilliance of the holy sword reached its peak!

This is by no means a simple slash, but the final chapter of a sacred ritual!

"Light" is singing! The solemn and ancient syllables are not human voices, but the vast silver itself roaring and resonating!

The ley lines of the shattered volcano, the flowing lava, the desecrated void—all are transformed into invisible strings, plucked by the holy sword, together playing this sacred hymn that ends desecration!

The holy sword swung down—a torrent of light surged forth!

The torrent of light instantly engulfed the blasphemous serpent. Enveloped in that radiant light containing the very essence of order, the blasphemous serpent's body began a strange and rapid purification—

The blasphemous scales peeled away silently, and the enormous flesh disintegrated and vanished, turning into countless shimmering silver-white specks.

These points of light did not disappear; instead, they carried a sense of destiny and tranquility, naturally merging into the surging torrent of light, becoming part of its magnificent veins, making its light even more brilliant and profound!

"No—!!" The blasphemous serpent's last vestige of consciousness let out a silent, desperate cry. The gravity cage was gone, yet it couldn't even stir up the slightest ripple of struggle!

There was no pain, only a strange peace, like returning to one's origin.

A cold, detached understanding is imprinted on its vanished core of consciousness—it is no longer the blasphemous serpent.

Its existence, will, and life essence... were all decomposed and assimilated by the light stream! It, along with its ambition to devour all things, has transformed into a pure light trace that cannot exist independently or be perceived in this surging torrent of order.

Ultimately, this ray of light merged into the Holy Sword, becoming fuel for Xiling's growth.

The torrent of light dissipated like the receding tide, leaving the shattered volcanic land and ruins that it had gently enveloped unharmed. Only the blasphemous figure vanished from this world.

Xiling let out a slight breath, then smiled broadly and gave Rataen a thumbs up.

"Thanks so much this time, Rataen!"

Xiling truly hadn't expected his opponent to be so fierce, immediately imposing a strong control effect for a few seconds, giving him ample time to unleash that sword strike without hesitation.

Rataen, who had been praised by Xiling, fell silent.

What did he do?

In Ratahn's understanding, he had merely used all his strength, employing his proud gravity magic to pin the blasphemous serpent to the spot for a few breaths.

He envisioned this brief confinement as a window to create an opportunity for his Silver King to launch a decisive attack.

But he never expected that... Xiling's so-called "decisive blow" was not a severe injury, nor a suppression, but rather—an absolute, thorough, and annihilating purification and end!

Anyway, if he were to come, he definitely wouldn't be able to defeat the opponent in one move in a short time. Even if it were Black Sword Maricus, he probably wouldn't be able to do it so decisively and without leaving a trace.

Xiling didn't pay attention to Rataen's silence, because the battle wasn't over yet...

The standoff between Malenia and Mongot had abruptly ended the moment the holy sword fell and the light surged forth. As the all-purifying silver torrent devoured the blasphemous serpent, Malenia understood that the core meaning of this battle had vanished.

Marlenia watched as Xiling approached her step by step, but she stood still and did not move.

Xiling took a step, each step carrying an invisible pressure. The silver holy sword pointed diagonally at the ground, its remaining pure light flickering like breath.

Ten steps away. Xiling stopped, slightly raised her wrist, and the tip of the holy sword pointed straight at Malenia.

Xiling's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced the silence.

"Submission"

"or"

"Conquered"

What is your choice?

After Xiling finished speaking, the air fell silent.

Marlenia, her eyes beneath her helmet fixed on Xiling, while Rataen and Mongot stood behind Xiling, watching her.

One second… two seconds… three seconds… just as the suffocating silence was about to reach its peak—Marinia moved, her hand slowly rising to touch her uniquely shaped, cold helmet, a symbol of the sacred tree and a sharp blade. The slight scraping of metal sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silence. The helmet was slowly removed.

The eyes that were revealed when the helmet was completely removed from her head!

A pure and cold silver radiance! That's one of the characteristics of accepting the Silver Law!

The Valkyrie of the Sacred Tree.

Michaela's Blade.

Marlene, one of the most powerful deities of the Broken Age, actually received the blessing of the Silver Law.

However, none of the three people present were surprised, especially Ratahn, who had already guessed the outcome when he saw the other party.

Rataen said in a deep voice, "You have indeed accepted the blessing of silver."

Montgomery stepped forward and shouted sternly, "Rebel! Having received the blessing of silver, you dare to plot against the king!"

Marlenia ignored Mongot's rage, her newly formed eyes, gleaming with pure, cold silver light, fixed directly on Xiling.

Marlenia's voice was unusually calm, yet carried immense weight: "I never intended... to harm you, Silver King."

The Silver King, the cause of everything in the borderlands, and also the one who changed his own life.

The Silver Law—it gently embraces all existence, while sternly rejecting everything it rejects.

When living beings open their souls to it and pray devoutly, the law will respond and bestow the blessing of silver. If the one who possesses this blessing has any "contamination" in their body as judged by the law, that cold and immense power will instinctively suppress it and slowly and irreversibly purify it from the source, until the foreign matter dissipates and becomes the cornerstone of order.

Malenia was born with a curse, inherently possessed by crimson corruption, and suffered the pain of being ravaged by it day and night.

The pain is unimaginable.

Even though her brother Michaela used pure gold to forge her pure gold needles that could suppress the crimson corruption, Marlenia's life was never free from the sticky shadow of corruption.

But the arrival of the Silver Law was like the first ray of absolute light piercing through the eternal night.

When she offered a prayer to the silver tree that symbolized the new order, the law responded.

The moment that cold, vast, and unquestionable torrent of order surged into the soul—the crimson corruption—was utterly and absolutely suppressed for the first time! The tide of pain that penetrated to the bone marrow suddenly subsided, and all was silent.

That was a pure tranquility, belonging to "life," that she had never tasted before.

And the source of all this is the Silver King.

Her heart was filled with the deepest gratitude.

However—"My brother's long-cherished wish must be fulfilled."

Things were going quite smoothly, and she couldn't understand how the king, who was far away at the magic academy, could instantly travel across the distance to descend upon the volcano.

Even more unexpectedly, a single sword strike annihilated the blasphemous serpent.

She failed.

A complete failure.

Marlene did not look at the angry Montgomery, nor at the silent Rataen.

She slowly bent her right knee, the knee covered by magnificent armor, and touched heavily on the warm dust purified by the afterglow of the holy sword.

"The Silver King..."

"Please reduce the punishment."

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The Serpent of Desecration was originally very strong, but! I can't imagine that it could withstand a single sword strike when its buffs are fully stacked!

Also, since there are missing numbers, I'd like to add something for you.

I usually update my blog in the morning.

I write at night and post it in the morning.

The rest of the time is spent like cattle and horses.

However, seeing so much feedback from you all, I'll try to update more frequently.

I'm so diligent!

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Chapter Fifty-Two: The Uninvited Guest in the Royal City of Melina

The night was as dark as ink. The campfire crackled before the faded man, licking the dry firewood and casting flickering light on his expressionless face. He let out a long, resigned exhale, which condensed into a thin mist in the cold air.

"I really want to go straight back to the royal city..." he muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the group of Reyarukarian mages sitting together not far away, and he let out an even deeper sigh.

Leaving this whole bunch of people in this desolate wilderness? Theoretically, it seems like no one could stop him.

But... something just feels off.

"Never mind," the faded one said resignedly, gripping the warm wooden cane tightly. "It's only a day or two's journey..."

Just as he was idly poking at the campfire, trying to make the flames burn brighter, the arguing of the apprentices not far away suddenly rose, like a flock of sparrows being startled.

The faded one listened for a couple of minutes, then immediately turned away, losing interest.

It was just a few young apprentices arguing about the casting technique of a basic Radiant Stone spell—how to make it faster? How to make it more powerful? It was all just a bookish argument.

Meanwhile, the academy lecturers all had their brows furrowed, some staring at the leaping flames, others gazing up at the dim starry sky, their expressions solemn, seemingly lost in thought. The surrounding noise was like background noise to them.

The apprentices' argument grew increasingly heated, their harsh voices rubbing against the fading man's nerves like sandpaper. He stared at a spark that had burst open in the campfire, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.