God of Tricksters

"I'll take care of all these tentacles." The Sword Saint spoke with a grim expression. It seemed like he had steeled his resolve.

The slime seemed to begin learning about his new power. If this continued, he would master his ability before they could finish the slime.

Hence, the Sword Saint was ready to use all his power to create an opportunity for all of them.

"In that case, I'll give you that opportunity!" The Magma Dragon realized the Sword Saint's intention and hurriedly flew toward him. He then spread his wings while his body began to heat up.

He surrounded the Sword Saint with his entire body and his wings, trying to stop the water from reaching the Sword Saint.

As a result, he would have to bear the power of the water that contained the Dissolve and Devour Authority.

His body was releasing heat that was so hot that it evaporated water before it reached his body.

But the Devour Power absorbed the heat while the Dissolve Power tried to dissolve his wings and body.

"Kh." The Magma Dragon gritted his teeth. The pain of melting down was something he experienced for the first time. The sensation was similar when he first dipped into the magma. He was being melted alive.

However, the Magma Dragon had to stop all the tentacles no matter the consequences. He realized that this battle would be as good as lost if they allowed the slime to improve. So, the Sword Saint preparing to sacrifice all the remaining Magic Power in his body was the only solution if they wanted to kill the slime.

He could sense the Magic Power the Sword Saint's sword was emitting had been increasing exponentially.

'A sword that can cut everything.' The Sword Saint didn't say anything to the dragon that covered him. He focused on activating his power and reached something beyond his level. This was the only way to stop all those tentacles.

'Can it cut the slime? Can it cut the time? Can it cut the seal? No, can it cut the connection with the world?'

The slime took a deep breath. He glanced at the tip of his blade. If he waved it down, let alone a mountain, there might be a new record for a giant hole on Earth.

'I am going to cut everything, the time, the connection, or even the world itself.'

The Sword Saint gradually opened his eyes. He said, "Can you lift me up on your wing? I'll end it within one second."

The Magma Dragon saw the sincere expression of the Sword Saint. He also measured the Magic Power concentrated on his sword. This might be the last swing that the Sword Saint could use in this battle.

The Magma Dragon released a roar to push away the water that hit him. After that, he lifted up the Sword Saint on top of his wing and raised him upward.

'My hand feels so heavy.' The Sword Saint gritted his teeth. He wanted to wave his hand, but after releasing all the remaining energy from his body, he felt the sword suddenly gain weight.

Just trying to swing his sword made him feel like the muscles in his body were being torn into pieces.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Haaaa! I am the Sword Saint. I shall cut everything!"

He waved his sword horizontally.

All the energy from his sword traveled in all directions. The tentacles were suddenly being cut. The slime tried to use the time to stop himself, but to no avail. The time was also cut and caused a distortion, allowing the sword strike to cut the slime's body.

However, because he was on top of the Magma Dragon, he could only cut the top part of the slime, which measured up to a fourth of the slime's total body.

But the Sword Saint's last slash was beyond anything the world had witnessed so far.

There was a tall building that was located a few miles away from the battlefield. But surprisingly, the top part of the building was also cut. Everything on that level seemed to be cut, including the cloud in the sky.

Theo, Loki, or even the slime couldn't help but gasp. They were surprised that the Sword Saint could exert this kind of power.

Hel felt something familiar about this power. A manifestation of the authority itself. Just like her, who could manifest Death itself through her ability, the Sword Saint burned up his lifespan, potential, and all the remaining bits of energy in his body to use that one strike.

It was shocking. But as a result, the Sword Saint let his sword fly to the side as though he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Arghhhh!" He was holding his right lower arm while screaming in pain. He was paying the price for utilizing that ability.

And it seemed the price was being unable to hold a sword anymore. The Sword Saint felt like all the muscles on his arm were torn apart, his flesh was being distorted, and his bones were shattered into pieces. The condition was so bad that he thought he would be unable to swing his sword another time.

However, the Sword Saint gritted his teeth while glaring at the others. He endured the pain while saying, "Go. Don't waste my effort."

Loki, Theo, Hel, and Feng Hao's expressions turned grim. This was a precious chance that the Sword Saint had created for them.

The Heavenly Sovereign clasped his hands. "Understood. I shall do my part as well."

Suddenly, a huge trigram appeared on top of the slime. It was so big that it could cover the entire slime body.

"All elements activate." The Heavenly Sovereign poured the remaining energy into his body.

Hel also summoned her Death Avatar as numerous skeleton hands began to emerge from the ground.

"Death Lordship."

"Necromancy."

Hel stated with a cold tone. "I will be destroying all the tentacles with the rest of my power."

"I'll weaken the slime." The Heavenly Sovereign nodded in agreement. They both looked at Theo and Loki as if telling them to use that moment to deliver a killing blow to the slime. This might be their last chance to kill the slime.