Realm of Myths and Legends



As the sword intent from his tenth sword form spread throughout the room, it collided with the descending feathers.

The feathers gave off a chilling dark aura that exploded upon contact as the Disintegration ability of Izroth's tenth sword form took effect.

Simultaneously, the Night Terror Shadows Beasts all received massive damage as the wave of sword intent swept past them.

Gwraaaah! Gwraaaah!

The creatures cried out as those who were already wounded could not survive under the hostile sword intent and disintegrated into nothingness.

As for the creatures who were still fairly healthy, they quickly found themselves severely weakened due to the movement speed and defensive reduction effects of the tenth sword form's Disintegration.

Additionally, their health was rapidly falling with every passing moment as they were losing a percentage of their HP every second.

The 9th Division and 5th Unit took advantage of this opportunity and unleashed an all-out attack against the Night Terror Shadow Beasts while they were weakened.

That being said, although many of them hid it well, several of those from the 9th Division and 5th Unit alike were frightened by what they had just felt.

The sword intent from Izroth's tenth sword form sent chills down their spines. And when they thought of everything else that happened as a result of his actions, those present could not help but be astonished.

The lightning soldiers, calling down lightning, effortlessly going anywhere on the battlefield that he chose in the blink of an eye, and now, a terrifying sword intent that made them glad he was on their side—how was it possible for a player to display this level of strength and versatility?

"It looks like our brother went and got stronger again." Guan Yu said as he tightly clenched the guandao in his hands with an eager expression.

"He wasn't really being serious about that whole sparring thing earlier, right?" Halls commented with a helpless sigh.

As Izroth successfully eradicated Zareign's feathers at a different location on the battlefield, Marquis Varokin found himself at the complete mercy of Lances.

Woosh!

A giant flaming palm slammed into Varokin and sent them flying back.

BANG!

The Marquis crashed into the wall as burn marks and a huge palm print could be seen embedded on the surface behind him.

Varokin coughed up a mouth full of blood as he was heavily wounded. He had already been struggling to keep up with Lances' bombardment of flaming attacks; however, Izroth's tenth sword form acted as the nail in the coffin.

The sword intent from the tenth sword form deprived Varokin of his defensive capabilities and even destroyed the magic barrier he had in place.

Lances immediately jumped on that momentary gap like a predator striking out at its prey. As a result, Varokin received the full brunt of Lances' attack just now and suffered a great deal of damage in the process.

Varokin gathered up his strength and managed to free himself from the wall he'd been smashed into. However, before the Marquis' feet could even touch the ground, he felt a harsh wave of heat emerge in his surroundings.

"Inferno Ruler Impact." Lances' voice sounded.

Varokin's eyes widened in shock as a large fist of blazing flames abruptly found its way before him. What stunned Varokin was not the fist itself but rather the fearsome creature it was attached to.

It was a creature several meters tall that appeared to have been birthed by flames. This creature had a powerful upper body with well-defined muscles and gave off an imposing presence. Its skin had a lava-like texture with glowing burning cracks running throughout its body. Surprisingly, the creature did not possess a lower body as that part of its body appeared trapped inside a complex seal of unknown origins. But, even without a lower body, its formidable and awe-inspiring nature that embodied the raw power and intensity of flames was evident for all to see.

"Honorable Duke, save-!" Varokin cried out; however, it was too late for the skounae Marquis.

BOOM!

The huge fist of the flaming creature incinerated Varokin, leaving not even a trace of ashes behind!

Lances looked over at Izroth with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"I can't let you be the only one who shows off here, can I?" Lances thought to himself.

'Oh? That creature... It seems that guy is still full of unexpected surprises.'

When that flaming creature revealed itself, Izroth immediately sensed its overwhelming presence.

Even someone like Duke Zareign did not come close to the energy being emitted by the flaming creature.

If Izroth had to make a comparison, the flaming creature was probably on par with the Overlord of the Ferae Jungle, Beast King Invigris!

The Beast King Invigris was an existence a step away from reaching the divine realm. Yet, despite being partially sealed, the flaming creature was still in such a dreadful existence.

'I guess he didn't reveal all his cards during the second team's selection. Otherwise, he would have placed higher than seventh. If that creature were ever to be set loose, it would bring about quite the catastrophe. Fortunately, it doesn't look like he's having any trouble maintaining that seal.'

Izroth had already guessed as much back when Lances had defeated the Earl right before they entered the Night Lord's Crypt; however, without a doubt, the current Lances was well above the strength of your typical War Brigade Commander.

It also explained why he felt confident enough to charge into the Night Lord's Crypt with such a small group of fewer than fifty people.

Izroth set his sights on Duke Zareign, who currently had a darkened expression. It was obvious that the Duke was wary of the flaming creature called forth by Lances.

"Where did these two little human monsters come from? No, these brats—are they even human?" Zareign contemplated with a sharp gaze.

To Zareign, it did not make any sense for such young humans to wield such a high level of strength. If someone told him that they were young true dragons who decided to take on the form of humans for fun, Zareign would believe them.

Nonetheless, even if that were the case by some chance, it did not alter their fate in Zareign's eyes.

"To think that I, Duke Zareign, would be driven to this point by some unknown youths. How disgraceful." Zareign stated as a pair of translucent black wings shot out from his back.

He then continued, "I took you lightly because of your youth but no more. Today, everyone who has dared to intrude upon the sacred grounds of the Night Lord's Crypt shall perish by my hand."

Rmmmmble!

Out of nowhere, the room began to tremble violently as numerous fissures opened up on the ground.

When the wings surfaced at Zareign's back, Izroth's Soul Sense went off with even more urgency than when the feathers appeared.

The first round of lightning strikes from Izroth's heavenly field had momentarily stopped as five seconds had passed. This meant that it would not be up for another few seconds. However, those handfuls of seconds might as well be an eternity against someone in the legendary realm.

Izroth wasted no time as he moved with quickened steps towards Zareign. Due to the last spot where he cast his tenth sword form, Izroth was positioned seventy meters away from the Duke.

While his Flickering Steps was still active along with the agility boost from his heavenly field, Izroth understood that it would not be enough to reach the Duke in time before he managed to complete whatever he was up to.

Izroth glanced over at Lances who was a little closer than him to Zareign.

'No, he won't make it in time either.'

Unfortunately, Lances was also too far away to make a move because of his battle against Varokin.

'In that case...'

In the blink of an eye, Izroth became covered in a tattered hooded mantle constructed from purple lightning.

Izroth activated the Call of the Thunder God's Second State: Heavenly Cloak. But, he did not stop there and continued on by triggering its other effect, Full Mantle.

The space around Izroth warped and bent as his figure seemed to have vanished from existence.

Although it was faint, one could see physical fractures and tears appear in the surrounding space.

...BOOOM! Clap!

Before the sound even caught up to him, Izroth had already arrived in front of Zareign with his spear in a thrusting motion!

Bzzzt...! Crrrckle...!