SWNOVELXO Chapter 652: The Azure King Returns
From the "resurrection" departure of the ragpicker, to the strategic retreat of Dagon and Mr. Lone Island, until the "Golden High Wall" resealed, all in just a few breaths.
Yet in this extremely short time, this small episode, accelerated the imminent defeat of the Worldly Secret Cult's side...
The King in Azure beheaded the Chiliarch, leaving him temporarily without an opponent. He began to roam the field freely, seizing opportunities to strike, making the remaining Angels on edge.
No one knows who the next beheaded target will be!
Like an unseen ghost, always trailing behind, the omen of Death soared to its peak, as if at any moment the sound of a blade slicing through the back of the neck and scraping against the cervical vertebra could be heard.
Yet no matter how vigilant the Scroll Keeper and other Angels were, accidents kept happening.
It wasn't the terrain suddenly and unpredictably changing, but rather somehow "overlooking" some details themselves, leading to frequent blunders in battle.
The Angels on the Scroll Keeper's side were well aware that behind these "accidents" lay the threads of their own Destiny, being wantonly manipulated by an invisible hand, plummeting their original trajectory sharply downwards, heading towards an irretrievable Abyss...
Swoosh——
The Snow Gentleman, who was facing off against the Silent Lady Margaret, stood on an ice field created by himself. The giant "weasel" with snow-white wings on its back had just clashed with a pitch-black Demon Wolf, and its head flew off out of nowhere.
The spinning mouse head showed an expression of bewilderment.
Despite being fully alert, he still failed to catch a trace of the Azure King, not even the slightest sign before the opponent's strike...
Terrifying!
Too terrifying!!
These were the Snow Gentleman's last thoughts.
As an eternal being, an Ancient God of Angel Rank, he certainly wouldn't die just from losing a head, but the key point was that the Azure King's sword blade embodied indelible "Crystallization" and "Silken Threads".
Once injured, they would infiltrate relentlessly, vying to erode the body and spirituality... so precisely speaking, the likes of the Laughing Lady and the Chiliarch didn't die from the slash but from the erosion.
The Snow Gentleman could clearly sense, in the brief moment of being beheaded, he and the opponent underwent several rounds of contest in stature, weight, and resistance.
But the result was a miserable defeat.
His gradually quieting consciousness seemed to see a tall azure figure standing at the end of his Life, gazing down with indifferent eyes, pronouncing him dead with a Cross Sword.
That was the Azure King.
The King in Azure, Jack Spett.
After becoming eternal, ordinary Angels could hardly be his match; in the Immortal Realm, he could hunt even Sub-God-level Angels with a status comparable to a True God...
The Snow Gentleman regretted entering the Immortal Realm, but it was too late for remorse.
Boom!!
The Snow Gentleman's head fell crashing down, shattering the ice field.
A snow-white land cracked like a mirror, and in an instant, the large headless winged creature turned into a crystalline sculpture, losing its breath.
"The Snow Gentleman... is dead... and I... have no path of escape..."
An impossibly tall, thin pine tree composed of endless mud and rubble stood in the surging flood, its surface showing a blank face, murmuring slowly.
"This is Destiny... the final Destiny of Ancient Gods... returning to the embrace of the No Return Land... the prophecy that Mr. Klaff once spoke to me..."
Swoosh——
An invisible sword curtain cleaved down from above.
The face of the pine closed its eyes, showing a relieved smile.
The smiling face split instantly, cracking into two halves.
As Crystallization crawled over its body, it looked like a pale bud blooming on the ocean surface.
The "God of Permanence" pine fell!
The Cat God, the Three Ladies of Pain, the Former, and the Gatekeeper all showed surprised expressions... Although they also failed to sense the presence of the Azure King, they could mentally picture an invisible figure holding that Cross Sword roaming through the field, by the way the enemy Angels were beheaded.
This was the Immortal Realm, his home ground!
He was the king here, the sole ruler!
Pfft——
The Scroll Keeper Leonid's dry face was stiff with expression.
He lowered his head and saw a dense wound appear out of nowhere on his left chest, blood gushing out... The heart inside his chest was pulverized, countless microscopic particles flickering with azure light circulated throughout his body with the blood.
In the blink of an eye, a beautifully patterned ivory white Cross Sword quietly appeared in his view, drenched with his own blood, its gleaming blade reflecting his gray, withered face.
The sword tip refracted the Immortal Realm's Proud Sun light, splendid and dazzling.
With a soft thud.
The Scroll Keeper's high crown fell, revealing a head of dry, disheveled dark brown hair, covering his fierce expression.
Even without turning back, he could sense a figure cloaked in azure robes right behind him, expressionless, holding that sword.
Leonid was on the brink of Sanity's collapse.
He no longer had the strength to fight.
Lifting his head, the Scroll Keeper saw the Cat God, the Three Ladies of Pain, the Former, the Gatekeeper, and Oscar already standing ahead, gazing at him with eyes of Mercy.
The far-off Golden Sacred Tree swayed gently in the breeze.
All around was silence.
"A new era is truly coming, but unfortunately... it has nothing to do with me."
Blood seeped from the Scroll Keeper's nose and mouth, he was in extreme misery, his mummified hand picking up an old parchment.
And during this process, Oscar and the others did not intervene.