Above The Sky
Chapter 640 - 640 599 You're Actually The Unyielding Fortress!

640: Chapter 599: You’re Actually The Unyielding Fortress?!

(Large Chapter in W Characters, Asking for Monthly Tickets!)_5 640: Chapter 599: You’re Actually The Unyielding Fortress?!

(Large Chapter in W Characters, Asking for Monthly Tickets!)_5 “Do you really want to kill them a second time?”

The gigantic blood-colored Armor Suit cackled like a demon as it spread its arms toward Ian and Adalbert.

The myriad human faces that emerged, crowding and writhing upon its chest and body, began to wail miserably.

Their eerie lament and cries of grief even distorted the Firmament of the Subspace Labyrinth, forming a crimson sun.

A sanguine River of Death flowed forth, making the sun seem like an eye, and the river into tears falling upon the Armor Suit, compelling the Lost Souls to once again release a heaven-shaking lament, weeping together with the Blood Sun’s eye.

“—Heart Light Body—”

“—River of Souls’ Death—”

Rivers are the confluence of countless tiny streams, but a river is only just a river.

That is the River of Souls’ Death formed by the convergence of beings!

For a moment, everything in this microcosm vanished—sound, color, everything but the souls’ weeping and the red of blood.

Even the icy blue Dead Lord’s Power that Adalbert had been using to suppress the blood-colored Phantasms waned, leaving only a small corner where the terrified Phantasms looked up, bewildered, at the blood-dripping red sun above them.

Under the oppression of the Heart Light Body of the River of Death, all souls felt a shiver of fear, for it was the ultimate predator—a monster that fed on blood and souls, a nightmare fear born from the Abyss.

No one could stand against it; the more noble and righteous found it hardest to strike, while the vile and malicious found it easy to be assimilated by it.

But then, at that moment.

Viscount Awak watched in astonishment as Ian once again raised his sword.

His hands were covered in blood, but the black-haired Ghost Valley Knight still clasped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white, whether from the sheer force of his grip or the simple permeation of the Dead Lord’s Power.

The Eternal Physique and Clear Source Crystal allowed him to regain clarity at the fastest speed, but the spiritual shock he needed to overcome required the utmost calm.

And the utmost hatred.

Ian regarded the Dead River Armament and the faces upon it with cold detachment.

Under the illumination of the Blood Sun, amid the wailing of countless beings, he seemed to comprehend something and then revealed a cruel smile, “What’s this, using the dead as shields and feasting upon them?

I thought it was something novel.

Did you really think someone couldn’t make a move?”

“Adalbert is too soft-hearted, but I am not.”

—Despicable thing, if this is your trump card, then wait to die a fourth time!

Without another word, Ian charged at the Dead River Armament for the third time.

He lifted the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword before him, and its heavy and vast aura transformed into a mountainous shadow.

The Fairy Wings and Frost Comet Skeleton burst behind him, turning the Knight into a streak of azure light.

Or perhaps it was an azure star.

“—Heart Light Body—”

The blood-colored world was torn asunder; Phantasms trying to block his way were shattered upon impact.

The blood-colored Armor Suit reached out with its massive hands, trying to snatch the tiny speck of light speeding toward it.

—But how could the mere River of Death halt a moving mountain, or a shooting star?

His arms and midsection were damaged, and his hands trembled too much for skillful technique.

Unable to exert fine control and power simultaneously, Ian embodied the sword himself, unleashing his strength to its limits.

He now activated the ‘Phantom’ and ‘Silent Cold Curse’ of the Dead Lord’s Power, ruthlessly drawing from the souls all around—including those used as shields on the Dead River Armament.

Adalbert’s reluctance to do so was his folly.

Ian could clearly see that the power of the Deceased Monarch was precisely the counter to the frenzied Dead River Armament at this moment.

Perhaps it was Duke of Solin’s deliberate design, ensuring that his Deceased Monarch could take advantage at the critical moment.

At worst, the contested souls would simply be annihilated.

—Yes, it was tragic.

But it would be better for him to consume those souls, rather than letting Viscount Awak burn them as fuel.

After all, Ian truly had no bottom line; after all, he hadn’t killed the people, nor had he used them as shields.

He could simply charge all those accounts to the Spiritual Wisdom Institute’s Land of Blazing Flame and the Duke of Solin; he would avenge those souls later.

On the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword, the azure-gold Origin Quality phantom grew larger and longer before crystallizing and solidifying into a near twenty-meter-long massive Qi blade.

This gigantic blade was universally azure-gold as though tangible, continuously plundering the surrounding atmosphere for energy to swell and grow stronger and more unyielding.

With the Aether Crystal as the explosive catalyst, the Ancient Dragon Heart Core as the buffer, refined and condensed by the Clear Source Crystal, combined with the weapon-grade Origin Quality solidification ability of the Silver Scale Armor at the perfect level, complemented by the burst force of Fairy Wings and Frost Comet Skeleton, and finally empowered by the Dead Lord’s Power…

The Hongtao Sword…

—Ship-Cleaving Giant Blade!

“What in the world is this?!”

It was brought down with a swing under the disbelieving gaze of Viscount Awak, as the Dead River Armament raised its arms, seemingly trying to block the attack of the Ship-Cleaving Giant Blade.

Immediately after, the giant blade struck the Dead River Armament’s arms.

A wild shock wave, mingled with blinding flashes, exploded simultaneously.

The tremendous impact instantly sent the Dead River Armament flying backward, crashing into the research institute fortress behind it and crushing all the researchers inside.

Then, a deep vertical sword mark spread across the earth, causing vast sections of land to collapse and crumble, creating a trench hundreds of meters long.

“Aaaahhhhhhh!!!”