Above The Sky
Chapter 641 - 641 599 You're Actually The Unyielding Fortress!

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

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(Large Chapter in W Characters, Asking for Monthly Tickets!)_6 Flung aside by a single sword strike, his chest torn open by the Ship-Cleaving Giant Blade, the cut spreading all the way to his abdomen, almost splitting him in two diagonally, Viscount Awak let out a piercing scream.

He never imagined that he could lose — that his opponent would suddenly make a breakthrough in the midst of battle and condense a Heart Light Body, albeit a very blurry one.

How was this possible?!

Someone actually managed to comprehend their true heart and condense a Heart Light Body during combat instead of in meditation?!

How could such a thing happen, how could anyone be so talented?!

He died yet again, and with a crimson glow of blood, the Dead River Armament was about to resurrect him once more.

[—This time, this time I will not fail, I will wipe them all out!]

Too deeply influenced by the Dead River Armament, and having merged with too many Lost Souls, Viscount Awak’s thoughts gradually sank into chaos.

His mind began to be filled with nothing but a bloodthirsty urge to kill and a remarkable desire for destruction.

The fragments of resentment and despair stored in the Lost Souls that repaired his Soul Body deeply integrated into his own, impossible to separate and restore to their original state.

So, at this moment.

Viscount Awak heard a voice.

—Stop.

[What, what voice?!]

Still retaining a sliver of sanity, the Viscount blankly looked around within the Dead River Armament, feeling that he had heard an extremely familiar voice that comforted him, terrified him, and gave him a sense of unburdened relief yet also sent shivers down his spine: [Who is it, who’s talking?!]

—Too ugly, Rafin.

Even the River of Death isn’t to be used like this.

—You’ve been resurrected too many times, and you’re no longer yourself.

—Rest, Rafin… Stop the madness.

Raffin Avark’s soul was extinguished.

Above the ground, the Dead River Armament at the center of the sword scar suddenly shrank rapidly, the scarlet sun in the sky dimmed and faded away, and the blood-red Phantom Legion that had almost spread across the entire diorama disappeared like an illusion, vanishing into thin air amid the crisp sounds of shattering.

The entire Subspace diorama grew dim, leaving only a faint silver light shining.

[Adalbert, I am a bit disappointed]

At this moment, the Dead River Armament, now restored to a height of two to three meters, slowly stood up from the trench Ian had created.

Two points of silver light glowed in its eyes.

The Dead River Armament glanced at Ian who still gripped his sword with furrowed brows, then turned toward the Deceased Monarch on the other side, who was somewhat unaware of the current situation, and spoke with an indifferent tone: [I thought you’d be the protagonist, defeating the insane Awak and successfully merging all the planned forces into one, becoming the true ‘savior’]

[Your Grace…]

Once again, Adalbert, gripping his Longsword tightly, sounded somewhat dazed, then resolute: [You’ve been here all along?!

You’ve been watching this whole time?!

Watching them die, watching Awak go mad?!]

[I trusted you so much, respected you so much] he roared: [But what exactly are you planning to do?!]

[Of course not.

I was held up by that old man Chancellor Moze earlier, tangled with him all night before throwing him into the void, and only then did I have time to project my spirit to assess the situation]

The true form of Duke of Solin revealed caused the Dead River Armament’s eyes to flicker with calm silver light, and he said slowly: [As for what I plan to do… Adalbert, I had thought you would use your authority to modify the details of the plan, replace Awak to obtain the Dead Lord’s Power, and then snatch the Dead River Armament of Fiery Flame Land]

[Then, with your own strength, destroy the Avak Central Research Laboratory and gain the gratitude of all the Lost Souls, becoming a true ‘savior’]

[Thus, a mysterious laboratory would have been destroyed by a mysterious hero, and all the Lost Souls and secrets would have been buried.

Leaving only the Deceased Monarch, and only the savior of the Lost Souls.

Flawless]

At this point, Duke of Solin shook his head in disappointment: [But to think, you would first consider liberating the souls… so naive.

Without a proper Dead Monarch Ritual to guide the Lost Souls into a body, even one-tenth of the released resentment would cause a Void Realm Mutation, and yet you wholeheartedly believed those freed souls would rest in peace — did you think they were all like you?]

[What they want is revenge, without vengeance, they would rather their souls be scattered!

A Dead Monarch isn’t just a protector, but also the ‘God of Vengeance’, a consensus between Lost Souls and Deceased Monarchs.

It is essentially a contract between man and God, and if you don’t fulfill this, you’ll lose the power and recognition of the Lost Souls]

[Rafin might have said a lot of nonsense out of jealousy and madness, but there is one thing he didn’t get wrong, it’s your naivety that killed even more people]

[I wholeheartedly wanted to guide you on the path of a hero, yet you did not fulfill your responsibility — but fortunately, all the elements are still in place, most of the souls are still present, and there’s still a chance to redeem everything]

After scolding Adalbert, Duke of Solin turned to look at Ian: [As for this mysterious Knight, he completed the task in your stead, he is the real hero of this incident… maybe not so mysterious]

[You managed to come here and obtain the Dead Lord’s Power… Knight, you or your elders are certainly old acquaintances of mine]

With silver light shining in his eyes, scrutinizing Ian who was also observing him, Duke of Solin suddenly furrowed his brows, his tone sharply rising: [This kind of Earth Origin Quality…]

At this moment, he was struck with horror, the Dead River Armament stepped back several paces, raising his hand toward the Ghost Valley Knight: [You are?!]

[You are the Unyielding Fortress?!]