True Solution of the Sword Dao
Chapter 405 - 375 Battle II

Chapter 405: Chapter 375 Battle II

Countless dark figures accompanied by the fluttering of wings quickly converged beside the snake woman, forming a silhouette.

The figure was dressed in a black suit resembling a tailcoat, with a handsome face, except his eyes and lips were both blood-red.

"Killed two, but only got the mark aura from two. It seems all ten spots have been taken," the snake woman hissed in reply. "What about you, Night King?"

"You’re doing okay, I’ve had trouble. Killed one person, but that guy tried to blow himself up in the end. Nearly blasted me into serious injury. These Holy See fanatics..." the Night King said helplessly. "But I got two auras, which means the Holy See only sent five people."

"I killed people from the magic side, they sent ten people," the snake woman nodded.

"I killed one too," the Night King stroked his chin, "which means together we’ve already got five mark auras. With a total of fifty auras, as long as we get more than twenty and hold out until the end of the day, control will be ours."

"The people from the magic side are all dead now."

An aged voice emerged from the shadows beside the two.

It was Rogar.

His long beard was also stained with spots of blood red. A vertical stripe was also drawn on his bald head.

The expressions of the Night King and the snake woman both darkened.

"For someone to stain your beard with blood, they mustn’t be weak!" the Night King said curiously. "Rogar, who did you take down?"

"As a sacrificial piece, he still had his courage and pride. I admire such a character," Rogar shook his head. "Their blood will always remain in my mind."

He then slowly added.

"The rest of the magic side, I’ve killed them all. A total of seven auras."

"Which means we now have twelve," the Night King looked towards the continuously flashing sky in the distance. That was the light from the battle below.

"So next, we should confront the people there head-on," the snake woman said softly.

"Keep splitting up, or?"

"Let’s split up."

The three exchanged glances and headed off in different directions without prior arrangement.

The Night King walked into the shadows towards the direction of the flashing.

The snake woman eerily melted into the ground between the cars below.

Hisss!

Rogar leaped lightly, jumping into a building in the direction of the flashing.

"Hiss!" he inhaled sharply.

In the building before him, a silhouette stood quietly by the window, looking at the flashes in the distance. It was as if that person had been standing there for a very long time.

Rogar’s heart almost skipped a beat on the spot. The sudden appearance of a figure in front of him startled him, even though he had not anticipated anyone being there. There was not the slightest aura, not the slightest sign of life—like a statue.

He prided himself on his perceptive abilities, but now he felt a tingling in his scalp. An extreme sense of danger continuously assaulted his nerves.

Rogar stopped in his tracks and stood still, staring at the silhouette by the window.

"First Councillor?" he tentatively asked.

The person slowly turned their face. It was Lin Fei’s near-perfect visage.

"I’m just watching," Lin Fei said with a slight smile. His black pupils flashed with golden patterns, hardly human-like, cold to the extreme.

Rogar felt a chill running through his body. Despite the lack of malice from the other party, he felt a sense of crisis as if facing a natural predator, as though he could be instantly destroyed with a mere flick of the figure’s hand.

This feeling, he hadn’t experienced it for thousands of years...

Inside the dilapidated building, a few lonely pillars supported a floor that hadn’t collapsed, but it was shaking and overburdened, on the verge of falling apart at any moment.

But neither of them cared. Even if the whole building collapsed on them, with their strength, they could easily resolve the situation.

At this moment, what Rogar cared about was not this, but the danger exuding unconsciously from the First Councillor before him.

This extreme, dangerous delusion, as if the slightest wrong word or action could bring about fatal disaster.

Rogar hesitated, but still moved forward slowly.

He couldn’t show weakness in front of a junior; it was his pride, a dignity brought by strength! It was also an absolute confidence in his own power.

He slowly walked past Lin Fei.

Just as he passed in front of Lin Fei, Rogar could clearly feel his hair stand on end. Chills kept washing over his back, and his heart involuntarily quickened its pace, like beating drums.

From beginning to end, Lin Fei just quietly watched him, smiling softly, calmly observing as he slowly walked by.

It was only after lightly leaping out the window that Rogar exhaled slightly. He glanced sideways at Lin Fei, stepped on the void as if it were solid ground, and in an instant, he shot forward swiftly, quickly turning into a corner.

It was then that he realized his back was completely soaked.

"First Councillor..." he murmured, moving even faster towards the flashes, quickly disappearing into the shadows.

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Boom!!!

A black-red figure was violently smashed into the middle of a building.

From him as the center, countless spider-web-like cracks instantly spread out. A series of crackling breakage sounds kept ringing out. The whole building was on the verge of collapse at any moment. Some debris clattered down.

"Grisnan, you’ve lost," a gigantic silver armor with gold trim quietly hovered opposite the building.

Cough cough...

Grislan coughed twice, his face pale. Although he didn’t cough up blood, he had indeed lost as the other had said. Had his opponent not shown mercy just now, he would have been decapitated by now.

However...

His gaze fell upon the huge suit of armor opposite him.

The other hadn’t emerged unscathed either...

"Indeed," Grisnan spoke. "I lost, Lord Lophista truly lives up to his reputation as a Golden Knight-level powerhouse. I am inferior in comparison. Here is my Mark Aura for you." He slowly propped himself up.

In a building not far off, a person in a black robe lowered their head even further.

The looks on the three heretics’ faces subtly changed as well.

"Golden Knight... equivalent to Cardinal level, that is to say, A level..." Krei said gravely, "I didn’t expect Lophista to have really made a breakthrough."

On the rooftop where Lophista had originally stood, a young man clad in silver armor had a slight proud smile on his face.

Grisnan stretched out his right hand, pointing toward Lophista, preparing to speak.

"Wait."

Suddenly, a deep voice echoed abruptly throughout the area.

All eyes immediately focused on a figure emerging from the shadows below.

As the figure stepped out of the shadows, everyone could finally see his appearance.

Bald, with either fresh or old bloody scratches marked upon his head, his long white beard nearly touching his waist and similarly stained with traces of blood, an elderly man who wore a black loose-fitting coat. But when he emerged from the shadows, he seemed to be surrounded by numerous heavy Auras.

"I had planned to take action later... You guy," a voice full of helplessness emerged from the open space opposite the elder.

The Night King’s silhouette slowly appeared.

"Since the extent of our strengths has been revealed, there’s no need to hide any longer," Roga said indifferently.

He spread his arms, and instantly, the entire complex of three buildings was enveloped in thick black fog, as if countless clouds had descended.

The leader of the robed figures trembled. He recognized this move, this signature ability.

"The Two-Headed Serpent Roga..." he clenched his fists tightly.

"Damn it! How did he get in here!!??"

"My lord... is it really Roga...?" asked one of the two robed figures behind him, his voice trembling.

"Indeed..." the leader of the robed figures said solemnly, "But him alone is not much of a concern. The real trouble is, the Night King is here too..."

Hiss...

The two figures involuntarily drew in a breath of cold air.

The leader of the robed figures took a deep breath, trying to stabilize his emotions.

"We must consider our escape route now..." he said in a gritty voice.

The three heretics in the distance also turned pale.

"The Two-Headed Serpent and Dark Night Castle... this is troubling. I can’t believe they have come too..." Krei felt a shiver run down his spine. "It must have been premeditated!! Otherwise, there’s no way they’d suddenly form an alliance!!"

"We must immediately notify the Heretics’ Elders’ Council of this!" He vaguely sensed that something very troublesome was slowly approaching.

Grisnan, lying amidst the numerous cracks, also showed a slight change in complexion. But he still looked towards Lophista in front of him.

"Lord Lophista, it seems the situation is not good..."

Lophista turned his head to look in the direction of Roga and the Night King.

"Only death or waiting can free one from the Mark Battlefield, and no one is an exception to this," Lophista said lightly, "We should join forces now. Or else none of us will survive."

Grisnan chuckled.

"I had thought that I wouldn’t need to use this..." Suddenly, his breastplate automatically opened a circular hole. A blood-colored diamond-shaped Crystal slowly floated out of the hole.

Hiss!!

The Crystal suddenly transformed into a huge, triangular Bloody Curtain Shield that directly covered Grisnan’s left arm, forming the style of an Arm Shield. A thick scent of blood wafted slowly from the shield. In the center of the front of the shield, a pair of blood-red eyes shone brightly.

"The Holy Artifact, Bloody Curtain Shield."

Lophista held up his hand.

A large sword, burning with white flames, slowly materialized in his grasp.

"The Holy Artifact, the Burning of Rofield," he said quietly. It seemed as if he was murmuring, but it was more a sign of respect for the Holy Artifact.

Countless clouds of black fog slowly spread across the entire venue, turning the area including the three buildings into an enclosed space.

Roga’s expression was solemn.

The Night King still had a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

In front of them, Lophista, brandishing the giant sword ablaze with white flames, began to walk towards them, flanked by Grisnan, who held the Bloody Curtain Shield Holy Artifact.

Lophista’s advance began slowly, but gradually he picked up pace.

The heavy footsteps emitted dull thuds in the air.

The footsteps became faster and faster until, at last, he was running wildly, the white greatsword creating waves of white flame, charging furiously towards the two like a rampant giant elephant.

"Roar!!" He let out a fierce roar, and incredibly, a layer of white flames sprang up around him. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and Monthly Tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)