Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat!
Chapter 407: The Spear That Hungers

Chapter 407: The Spear That Hungers

The two weapons met—and everything stopped. The winds that had raged wildly around them vanished, and every unnatural phenomenon stilled.

Click... click...

A faint metallic gnawing echoed from the point of contact, like tiny teeth chewing at steel.

Gorr’s eyes, usually half-lidded in calm indifference, snapped wide open. Now fierce and full of disbelief, he stared at his weapon—the Tiger-Tooth Sawblade.

The clicking continued, relentless and uncanny.

With a sharp grunt, Gorr yanked at his blade, but it wouldn’t budge. Ethan’s spear had latched onto it—fused at the point of impact like a parasite locking onto its host.

From Ethan’s perspective, the Twilight War Spear resembled a stubborn child refusing to release its favorite candy. It clung tightly to Gorr’s weapon, emitting that eerie gnawing sound as it slowly devoured the crimson-hued metal.

Gorr’s expression contorted. His sawblade was fracturing—cracks like spiderwebs creeping along its surface. Even worse, some invisible force was draining the Soul Power he had imbued into it, hollowing it out from within.

"You—how dare you...!" Gorr snarled, half-furious, half-horrified.

This wasn’t just a weapon—it was an extension of his soul, groomed with his own life force. Its loss would cripple him. More than just pain, it would be a personal, spiritual dismemberment.

Boom!

A violent shockwave pulsed outward from Gorr’s body. That oppressive pressure Ethan had once sensed from Celeste erupted again—but stronger. It wasn’t just raw energy. It was a divine force, an innate ability to manipulate air itself.

His bones cracked audibly under the strain as Gorr released his full power. The ground beneath him trembled. A storm of invisible force spread like a tidal wave, swallowing everything nearby.

Ethan took the full brunt of the impact.

Pinned close, the Twilight War Spear still clung to the sawblade, anchoring Ethan in place. He didn’t dare let go—he feared Gorr’s Soul power might capture the spear if he loosened his grip even a little. Who knew what tricks the old man might have?

But that hesitation cost him.

Blood exploded from Ethan’s mouth as the blow landed. The Twilight War Spear gave a sharp, almost human shiver—then abruptly let go. Its grip released all at once, as though startled, as though... sorry?

Ethan blinked. Could a weapon... feel guilt?

There was no time to reflect.

"You miserable brat!" Gorr roared, voice shaking with rage. "I’ll rip you apart, grind you into the dirt, make you beg for death before I end you!"

Ethan wiped blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "If loud threats could kill, I’d be a corpse already," he rasped. "Maybe tone it down before you talk yourself into a stroke."

His voice was bold, but his heart was pounding. ’Uncle Jed, where the hell are you?! I swear, if you don’t show up soon...’

The Twilight War Spear, still glimmering faintly with blood, seemed to glow with a soft light in response.

Gorr’s sawblade vanished into thin air. Above him, a silver glow formed—a longsword, forged entirely from Soul Power, materializing in his grip like a conjured phantom. Without warning, he slashed it down.

The sword-light cleaved space itself, ripping open a rift as a blinding silver arc blazed toward Ethan, fast as falling stars.

"Screech! Screech! Screech!"

A piercing shriek shattered the air.

Gorr froze mid-strike, his head whipping around, face draining of color.

"Gorr... Jr.?" he choked.

The source of the scream was a large mole rat clutched in Priestess Dana’s hand. Her expression was terrifyingly calm. In her other hand, a small ceremonial knife glinted. With methodical cruelty, she carved into the creature, eliciting gut-wrenching screams that echoed through the courtyard.

"Soul-Devouring Beast..." Gorr gasped, then shrieked. "You damned woman! What are you doing?!"

He abandoned his attack on Ethan instantly. The silver sword-light swerved mid-flight, redirecting toward Dana.

"Think I’ll just stand and watch?" Ethan’s voice cut through the chaos like steel.

He launched forward. Dana had drawn that creature for a reason—her gambit to distract or threaten Gorr. Could it be... that Gorr Jr.’s very soul was inside that beast?

His spear moved in a blur.

A silver phantom of death slammed into Gorr’s back. Just before impact, a golden shield of light flared behind the man—a protective barrier born of desperation.

It shattered.

The spear broke through like a hammer through glass, reducing the golden aura to dust. The force launched Gorr forward, flipping him end over end.

Pfft!

He crashed to the ground and rolled violently before skidding to a stop. Blood sprayed from his mouth. His clothes were shredded, his hair disheveled, silver strands fanning out behind him like a shroud.

His eyes, wide with rage, locked onto Ethan.

Everything fell into a stunned silence.

Even the guards froze. Ethan stood tall, unmoved, spear still poised from the strike. He looked almost serene, framed in that moment like a painting—calm, deadly, unshakable.

In his mind, a voice echoed—childish, excited, and far too real.

"Hit him... hit him! What are you waiting for, Master?! Why aren’t you moving? C’mon! Hit him again!"

Ethan blinked.

’What the hell...?’

It was the spear. The voice was coming from the Twilight War Spear.

"It’s me! I’m talking! Master, let me handle it! How dare he hurt you! Just give me a chance and watch me shred him!"

Ethan didn’t even have time to question the absurdity.

Gorr, groaning, forced himself upright and spat blood onto the ground. His voice dropped to a cold, venomous growl.

"You... you dare humiliate me like this? You think I’ve shown you everything? Fine. You wanted death—then I’ll give it to you. Riftwind Skybreak!"

BOOM!

The entire City Lord’s Mansion trembled.

All around them, spatial rifts tore through the air, jagged and shimmering like broken mirrors. One caught a corner of the palace, slicing it clean. The structure collapsed instantly, crushed into rubble by the shockwave.

Behind Gorr, a massive tornado began to form—its funnel stretching skyward, hundreds of feet tall. The very air warped around it.

Ethan narrowed his eyes. Others might see only a hurricane. But he could sense it—Soul Power intertwined with elemental wind, forming a deadly maelstrom.

If Gorr unleashed this, everything nearby would be wiped from existence.

"So you finally show your true face, Gorr..."

Four figures appeared in the air above Ethan.

The scent of aged wine drifted faintly on the breeze. One of them, a grizzled man, still held a wine flask. Ethan recognized him instantly—Priest Hank. And beside him: Wind Priest Quinn, Fire Priest Hank, Uncle Jed... and the City Lord himself—Regis.

Regis stepped forward, eyes fixed on Gorr with a cold, dangerous calm.

"Deputy City Lord Gorr," he said, "or should I say... Soul Wind Priest of Hurricane City?"

Gorr didn’t respond. But the tornado behind him swelled faster, its shriek rising in pitch. He was preparing for a final, catastrophic strike.

Gasps echoed from the crowd.

"He’s... he’s a Wind Soul Priest?"

"A disciple of Hurricane City?!"

"But he and the city lord had the same master—how could this happen?!"

"The rumors were true. Hurricane City wants to annex the other three!"

"If that’s true, then... Beastfall City is doomed..."

Where panic once loomed, Regis’s presence grounded them. The onlookers who’d nearly fled now held their ground. Somehow, just seeing their old City Lord restored their courage. The storm, while still monstrous, no longer seemed undefeatable.

Gorr didn’t bother with lies. There was no point. He had lost control. The forbidden Soul Wind Fusion Technique had revealed his true identity.

Only disciples of Hurricane City could wield both Wind and Soul elements. The cat was out of the bag.

He hated himself for being cornered this way. But it was too late for regrets.

Wind blades, infused with Soul Power, launched from the heart of the tornado—hundreds, maybe thousands—cutting through space itself. They screamed toward Ethan and the others, leaving trails of shattered air in their wake.

"Seal."

One word.

Regis didn’t shout. He simply spoke.

Crack!

The space surrounding Gorr—and the hurricane—froze.

It was as though a block of the world had been carved out, boxed, and preserved in perfect stasis. Gorr, the wind blades, the swirling vortex... all suspended mid-motion, sealed in an instant.

Ethan stared in stunned silence.

"I’ve been fighting for my life this whole time," he muttered, "and you show up, say one word, and just... end it?"

"Tch." Uncle Jed stepped up beside him, flask swinging from his hip. "’Insane,’ huh? Nah. That’s just the Sigil of the Wild Legion at work. Now that’s the ultimate cheat."