Chapter 538 The Great War: Part 2

the expression on the night lord’s face kept changing. “i think you might have mistaken it. i mean—”“you mean it is for the good of the sanctum, i know. this is what we all want.” the sage king cut him off. “but the holy emperor doesn’t trust anyone. he couldn’t let you have more authority. he is afraid.”the night lord looked at him, blinking. “probably you don’t understand, or may i say, you’ve misunderstood me. my life is actually—”

“you are afraid of being suspected of, aren’t you?” the sage king interrupted him again, letting out a confident smile. “let me guess; you are disgruntled. you could not wait to go to the frontline to vent your satisfaction.”

“i—”

“let me guess; after hearing what i have said, you started to dread. because i have spoken your mind, you are anxious.” the sage king still smiled. “but don’t worry, i feel you!”

the night lord took a deep breath. “no. i am just—”

“i know. let me guess, because of the environment, you are afraid that others might know what you think.” the sage king gave him a sympathetic look. “wearing a mask and hiding your feelings must be tiring.”

the night lord did not know that to say more.

“your expression tells me i have been right.” there was even more confidence in the sage king’s smile. “but it’s okay. soon, you will leave that behind you, because… i have come.

“in fact, i used to experience the same things as you are now. back then, i was at a loss. but someone woke me up.” he recalled with his head low.

“you know you have the strength. instead of resigning your will to others, why don’t you decide what you want for yourself? i feel you, night lord, and i am here to help—” a ball of the mother of all boogers suddenly landed and stuck at the corner of his mouth. with a powerful holy light, the booger was hurled at him at such speed as to prevent being shot down midway.

the sage king looked up, words choking in his throat. his smile died, his face turning from cold to anger.

“night lord! how dare you!”

yet another ball of booger was shot into his mouth. the night lord pulled his finger out of his nose, smearing the residue on the nearby wall.

“feel good?”

the sage king’s face turned from pale to maroon. he coughed violently, trying to spit out the booger. but it was too late. it had melted and flowed down his throat. it was one of the night lord’s killer skills.

“i-i’ll kill you!”

there was no plan, no arrangement this time. the sage king was focusing on nothing but the night lord.

he roared, and a circle of bright white light burst out from his body. the light covered an area within a ten-meter-radius around him. it formed into a massive column of light that shot into the sky, breaking up the gray clouds above.

the powerful holy power expanded as if the ripples on a lake. it was so terrifying that they had even started to affect the surging blacktide water outside henricqal.

the nearly limitless holy light started to condense and form into spikes before being hurled at the night lord from all directions. it looked similar to lin sheng’s killer move.

the sage king had not held back when he decided to act. he wanted to take down the night lord in the shortest time possible. the night lord deserved this since he did not appreciate nor show any respect for him. so he used one of the holy power killer moves in the first instance.

a limitless holy light was engulfing the night lord. the clerics were not immune to the holy light attack. the holy light of different persons carried unique marks of will. so receiving the holy light of others could mess up one’s internal strength. that was why holy power cultivators could still fight and kill one another.

a massive amount of holy power spikes was bombarding the spot where the night lord was with terrifying force and sound of explosion. even the least hostile holy power had high damageability.

amid the massive explosion, something was slowly moving inside. some powerful existence, massive but vague, having the same pure, holy power, was spreading its wings, throwing back its head.

just as the sage king thought the night lord might have been badly wounded, if not dead after such brutal bombing, pure white petals suddenly fell from the sky.

formed by the limitless holy power, the petals dropped like rain. a distant singing and chanting voice gradually came from the air.

the white light suddenly collapsed back onto the night light’s body. holy armor of gold covered his body, a cloak, pure white with dragon eye imprints, fluttering behind him.

as the night lord clapped his hands, a golden beam was unsheathed out of thin air. it was a slender sword glowing with flowing golden light. following that, the night lord’s helmet opened in the middle with a clank, revealing his cold and unblemished face.

“do you know the first ray of light?” the night lord looked at the sage king coldly.

“when darkness is about to pass, out of the depths of it comes the first beam of light that pierces through everything.

“its name is dawn!”

he pulled with his hands, unsheathing the entire golden sword as it turned into a heaven-piercing gold spike. as if the first in the sky, the golden beam split the world in half.

dawnbreaker!

it was the most powerful killer move since he achieved the legend. and it was the first time he used it. it was the purest light of dawn bred in the blood of the shadowdragon king. it was a pure light of destruction that pierced through and destroyed everything. a killer move that could reshape the world and break the shackles.

the burst of the golden light seemed to have slashed an indelible wound in the holy power cultivation of the sage king.

“no!” horrified, he tried to bounce back, but he was a little too slow, too late. the holy power in his body started to crumble like an avalanche, melt like ice under the sun before bleeding out of his body and vanishing into thin air.

dawnbreaker could pierce through realms, and cultivations, right to its root. it was such a terrifying killer skill.

“impossible! my holy power!”

the golden light had subsided. the sage king was shaking, traumatized. he could no longer feel a trace of holy power inside him. that meant all of his holy power, which he took years, blood and sweat to cultivate, was gone.

“what have you done?”

before he realized it, his skin, muscles, bones, and everything else started to melt like wax.

“no… my power and strength… and my immortal sacred vessel of destiny! the restored paragon of destiny! no… no…!”

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