True Solution of the Sword Dao
Chapter 409 - 378 Ending Part One

Chapter 409: Chapter 378 Ending Part One

Mark Battlefield Central Region

The originally dark and gray center of the battlefield was pierced by a heaven-reaching beam of white light that passed through the clouds, landing directly on the high-standing purple crystal pillar below. A circle of misty purple halo quietly radiated out.

As if the middle of the entire Mark Battlefield, amidst countless dreary patches, only this place was colorful, not just dull monochrome gray.

From one side of the light beam in the sky, over the gray and black abandoned city map below, more than a dozen colorful points traced lines of different colors, rapidly approaching the center where the light beam was.

Within one of the silver-white points, Lophista’s extremely hefty figure flapped its silver wings behind him. With every flap, he covered dozens of meters.

On a deserted street, Lophista, like a race car on a high-speed track, was almost flying off the ground, accompanied by a whooshing sound, one could hardly see his actual shape, just a streak of light flashing by, the wind raised by his passage lifting a massive amount of dust and lighter trash off the ground, as if a hurricane had passed by.

"Stay back!!" a low growl suddenly erupted from beside him.

Rogar, shrouded in black fog, suddenly charged from another street intersection, colliding into Lophista who was furiously racing towards the central region. He, like a black cannonball, met Lophista with precision.

Boom!!

The two, one black and one white, collided directly. Amidst the intermingling light, both figures crashed into a clothing accessories shop on the side of the street, immediately followed by the sound of shattering glass.

The whole street fell silent for a moment.

Clash!!

A black figure burst out fiercely and, without hesitation, dashed towards the central region—it was Rogar.

Immediately afterward, Lophista violently smashed through the remaining glass windows of the shop, the platinum greatsword in his hand burning with white flames fiercely slashed towards Rogar.

The two were only a dozen or so meters apart, but the white flames on the greatsword suddenly surged, instantly spanning over a dozen meters and ferociously enveloping Rogar. But it only delayed him for an instant, in a flash, Rogar dashed out again, and Lophista also flew out after him. The two, one after the other, did not linger and left the street behind.

The street quieted down for less than ten seconds.

A series of hurried breaths came from the rear streets.

A golden-haired man, followed by a group of people, appeared from behind. His eyes were a solid blue without any pupil, just a sheer light blue. Around him, faint sparks of electricity occasionally flickered, emitting a subtle hissing sound.

"The Medusa’s energy field is too strong. Under such interference, my teleportation consumes too much. Now, I can only teleport once more, everyone be careful." The golden-haired man was Krei, the leader of the heretics, who was now sweating profusely with a slightly pale face, clearly heavily drained.

Behind Krei, the other two heretics, Grisnan of the Eastern Orthodox Cult, and three robed men, as well as the young knight of the Holy See, were all present here. But they all had one thing in common: they were all disheveled and pale-faced.

The black heretic woman’s arm dangled limply at her side, a thick scent of blood continually emanating from her, evidently suffering severe injuries. Grisnan’s black and red armor was also damaged in places, the left shoulder exposing the black lining beneath.

"Originally, this matter could have been resolved peacefully, in accordance with our agreement. Now with such a drastic change, we should first focus our aura on the strongest among us; otherwise, once their aura marks surpass ours, they can easily defend the purple stone pillar, and it will be difficult to say how we will deal with them then," the robed elder said gravely. "Our Universal Patriarchate and the Holy See have no significant conflicts. Romalia’s issues are theirs alone and do not represent the stance of Constantinople. The attitude of the Romalian Orthodox Church has also been growing increasingly distant from ours. Therefore, I hope the Holy See would not let this incident mar our good friendship."

The Silver Armored Knight of the Holy See respectfully replied, "Of course, I will report this to Cardinal His Eminence."

"Very well," the robed elder nodded. Turning to the heretic with golden hair, he said, "Lord Krei, please proceed with another teleportation. We don’t have much time left."

Krei glanced at the Silver Armored Knight, considering that the Holy See and heretics were still at war, even though there was an agreement to prioritize combat without lethal harm during this infiltration but given the current circumstances, even if a few more people died now, the outside world probably wouldn’t know...

"I’d advise you to curb your thoughts," the Silver Armored Knight sneered, "As a Silver Knight of the same level, you’re no match for me. Even with their help, it’s the same."

Krei smiled unconcernedly, choosing not to speak further.

Streams of blue electric sparks suddenly surfaced on his body.

Hiss!!

After a soft noise, the group vanished entirely, leaving only a slowly dissipating whirlwind behind.

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The Serpent Lady sprinted forward, her figure now visible, now concealed, intermittently turning invisible and then reappearing in a flash.

Next to her, the Night King was flying off the ground, occasionally stretching out a toe to lightly tap the ground, his demeanor unperturbed.

Both of their speeds were extremely fast. In front of them, white and black intertwined—it was Lophista and Rogar. The two parties were not far apart, maintaining a distance of only a few dozen meters, keeping the balance without widening or closing the gap.

"Didn’t the Holy See break up with the Eastern Orthodox Church over the Mark issue? Why are they together now?" the Serpent Lady asked while sprinting, her voice as steady as if she were speaking calmly, clearly unburdened by her high-speed motion.