True Solution of the Sword Dao
Chapter 407 - 376: Epilogue 1_2

Chapter 407: Chapter 376: Epilogue 1_2

The Night King’s gaze fixed on Grisnan. His eyes locked directly onto the red hand shield on his left arm, his pupils constricting slightly.

"Bloody Curtain Shield... Are you one of the Bloody Curtain Knight Order?"

"I was, but not anymore." Seeing that the other party had no intention of acting, Grisnan was also happy to take a rest. For a fighter at the Golden Knight level, he didn’t have much confidence that he could hold the opponent off, and it was already a great success to have been able to do so. Even though he possessed a Holy Artifact, and his strength was at the peak of B-level, nearing A-level, being close to A-level and actually being at A-level were completely different concepts.

In this world, among the B-level powerhouse community, there are not a few who are close to A-level, but very few truly step into A-level. Nearly every major force has a fixed number of people. Each one is an absolute high-level executive, holding great power, and is considered invincible. In all organizations, they have a very high level of authority.

Moreover, the ruler of Dark Night Castle—the Night King—was not a newly advanced A-level. Many years ago, he had already become an A-level strength. Over the years, no one knew what level he had reached.

The crimson eyes of the Night King narrowed as he glanced over at the violently clashing black and white discs not far away.

Sometime unbeknownst to anyone, the countless black smokes in the air had condensed into a huge black hand again. The hand, measuring around seven to eight meters in length, billowed with black smoke and quickly invaded the realm of white flames, reaching for Lophista.

Within the white area, numerous white flames flung towards the black hand like moths to the flame, the white and black strengths canceling each other out.

However, the cancellation speed was far slower than the black hand’s speed in reaching for Lophista.

"Glory!!!"

Above Lophista, a dazzling white orb of light suddenly fell. Its speed was incredibly fast, like a fleeting bolt of lightning, accompanied by an indescribable roar.

The orb collided fiercely with the black hand.

In silence, both the orb and the black hand vanished.

Hiss!!

The black and white disc collapsed instantly. Like an exploding fireball, white flames and black smoke canceled each other out in a moment.

Lophista was flung backward, suspended in midair. Likewise, hovering beside him was a Silver Armored Knight, none other than the one who had stood behind him earlier. Silver metallic wings unfurled behind the knight, fluttering gently. The glaring white light around him was gradually fading. Evidently, it was he who had lent Lophista a helping hand just now.

Beneath them, Rogar was standing still, yet his feet were sunk deep into the concrete rubble below. It was clear he had been caught off guard by the sudden dispersion of power, taking a minor hit.

His face darkened as he looked up into the sky, those two figures gleaming with white light exceptionally glaring.

"There’s another Holy Artifact... Very well...!!" He glanced at the Night King on the side.

In the direction of the heretics, there were no longer any figures, and the man in the black robe had also disappeared without a trace.

Clearly, several parties had taken the opportunity to retreat from the battlefield.

Although Rogar did not know how they managed to escape the envelopment of the black mist, he did not believe his casual arrangements could trap these people thoroughly.

Currently, there were three Holy Artifacts among the opponents, each not to be underestimated, not to mention that Grisnan was not the strongest from the Eastern Orthodox Cult. The aura of that black-robed leader was subtly unsettling even to Rogar.

"Night King, let’s go. Now that they are gone, just the two of us can’t deal with these people." Rogar said indifferently.

Grisnan, Lophista, and the young knight all felt a sinking feeling in their hearts upon hearing this.

"So there are still strong opponents..." Grisnan noted the Night King’s expression across from him.

The opponent was utterly composed, as if he was not here to take part in the struggle for the mark, but merely to join in the excitement.

"Three Holy Artifacts... I thought the two of us could take care of everyone." The Night King said with a smile, stepping back. His figure instantly turned into countless shadows that vanished into the air.

Rogar too stomped his foot, quickly retreating into the shadows behind a building. Following that, the footsteps sounded further and further away until they completely disappeared.

Once the two A-levels left, the entire scene suddenly became quiet.

Grisnan collapsed onto the ground, his body limp. He wiped his forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.

"This is something else... suddenly all these formidable people show up... It feels less like the Mark Battlefield and more like the third Holy War’s eastern campaign," he said with a wry smile.

Lophista and the Knight swiftly flew to his side and landed.

The young Knight had just touched down when a flush crossed his face, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he had been injured by a backlash earlier but had been suppressing his wound all along.

A faint white glow emanated from Lophista’s hand as he gently pressed on the young Knight’s forehead. The Knight’s complexion improved immediately.

"They were just probing, not using their real strengths. Otherwise, we would have been left dead or crippled for sure," Lophista said gravely. "I could tell, those two also had reservations about each other. Neither seemed willing to fight at full strength, as if they didn’t want to reveal their true powers."

"Not using their true strength and they’re already this formidable... these freaks..." Grisnan managed a bitter smile.

"What should we do now, sirs?" the young Knight asked, frowning.

Grisnan glanced at him.

"The current holder of the Eye of Light’s control is a mere two hundred years old, so young..."

"Thanks to Archbishop Maria’s care, I’ve been able to receive more grace from the Lord," the young Knight said reverently, hand over his chest, "My name is Ancilim, Silver Intermediate Level Knight."

"B Grade Intermediate Level, reaching this level at two hundred years of age is pretty good," Grisnan said, struggling to his feet. "Lophista, what do you think? The Mark Battlefield has clearly deviated from the norm now."

"We can buy time, waiting for the end—that’s one way. Otherwise, we could try to figure out why these powerful beings suddenly entered the Mark Battlefield and for what purpose. Elisa’s Gate is not something ordinary powerful beings could deal with. Even the Night King and the Twin-Headed Serpent together wouldn’t be enough. The families had reached an agreement on this contest, and they represent forces beyond our expectations," Lophista explained.

"I choose the second option. The Mark Battlefield is only so big, I don’t fancy dying without understanding why," Grisnan said, looking around him.

The black energy that was present before had completely dissipated. The surroundings had returned to quiet.

"We should all band together. The other party is probably holding the fifth mark. It’s not clear how many A-Grade powerhouses have come in with them. The mark’s maximum limit is ten people. If...," Lophista stopped mid-sentence, but his implication sent chills through the other two.

"It should be at most three..." Grisnan said with a forced laugh.

"Not necessarily."

A voice suddenly came from the side of the three.

A group of five or six people appeared on the clearing instantly.

Three in black robes, three heretics. Unexpectedly, they were walking together.

The leading robed figure gently lifted the hood, revealing a face full of old, wrinkled skin. At the center of his forehead, two red scratches crossed to form an ’X’, looking mysterious and solemn.

"You from the Holy See stole one of the marks from one of our Romalia HQs, but it was stealthily hijacked on a plane ride. The person might have used that very mark to get in here."

Lophista turned around to face the old man.

"The trainee clergyman has had his memories thoroughly searched many times, and from them we got a clear suspect image, although the person might have disguised their power. We are focusing our strengths to remove the ruse. But that’s not the issue right now. Honorable Bloody Curtain Shield Knight leader, I’m pleased to meet you," Lophista said.

The old man nodded. "The Night King is an old-timer as strong as I am; we’ve had many clashes without determining a winner. A very tricky adversary. The Twin-Headed Serpent from the Peacock Dynasty era is another ancient monster with countless cards up its sleeve. It’s all very troublesome. And from what they’re saying, there are others who haven’t shown up yet. This could well be a planned conspiracy."

"We must join forces, we shouldn’t think about winning but focus on surviving this ordeal," said the old man, sounding tired. "Who could have thought the Mark Battlefield would see such a twist this time."

"We heretics share the same thought. This matter must be communicated to the higher-ups as quickly as possible! But first, we need to make sure we survive and get out," one of the heretic leaders, Krei, said, taking off his sunglasses.

Underneath the sunglasses, his eyes were completely pupil-less, shining with a brilliant blue light. (To be continued... If you like this work, you are welcome to VOTE for it on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.)