The Hero Becomes the Duke’s Eldest Son

Chapter 145

The Legendary Sword, the 72 Treasured Sword.

The 72 Treasured Sword, which had been regarded as merely a sturdy and excellent sword, later caused much bloodshed when its hidden power was revealed due to the machinations of the warlocks.

The contractors who were enthralled by the sword’s spirituality went on rampages, those who coveted the sword’s abilities killed each other to seize it, and those who misused the sword brought chaos to the world.

After so much blood was shed, the 72 Treasured Sword came to be known as the 72 Demonic Sword.

This was why Aden referred to the 72 Treasured Sword as a demonic sword.

However, even Aden had never seen a situation like the current one.

‘A demonic sword killed its own contractor.’

Not even Aden could have anticipated such a scenario.

“Spica!”

For the first time, a loud shout burst from the mouth of Merida, the previous saintess.

She quickly rushed towards Spica.

Crackle!

However, sparks erupted from Lavolas, piercing through Spica’s heart and forming a hemisphere barrier that blocked Merida’s approach.

Merida hurriedly stepped back due to the barrier.

“…!”

Sizzle.

Part of her arm, which had been grazed by the spark, suffered burns.

Even though she was caught off guard, the spark had penetrated the holy power’s defense and injured the saintess’s body.

[Do you think I would let you approach, you cursed descendant of a mad god?]

A chilling voice, as if it was licking directly inside one’s brain after opening the skull, penetrated everyone’s ears on the battlefield.

[I am the remnant of the butcher kings who craved the last breaths of the withering lives and the bloodshed of the weak.]

The spirituality of the demonic sword Lavolas spoke as if mocking everyone on the battlefield.

[The dying gasps of the slaughtered become a blissful melody for me, and death soaking the earth becomes a sweet fruit that powers me. Ah, I thought I would enjoy more blood and slaughter by enticing the child of that mad god…]

The spirituality of slaughter carried deep regret and anger.

The blade of Lavolas, which had pierced through Spica’s body, seemed to trample her corpse out of spite.

-Ugh, that ‘slaughter’ guy is really consistent… even his spirituality is as annoying as his main body.

The remnant of the lord of justice, Andromalius, muttered as if he was fed up.

Aden furrowed his brows as he listened to Lavolas’s grating voice.

‘The demonic sword’s spirituality is very intense.’

Seeing that it could convey its will even to those who were not its contractors, kill its contractor, and create such barriers, it seemed to have gained strong autonomy.

‘Having judged the situation as hopeless, it abandoned its contractor Spica.’

However, this was normally impossible.

For the 72 Demonic Sword, the existence of a contractor was essential. No matter how much the demonic sword’s autonomy had increased, it was still just a sword.

Without someone to wield it, someone it could dominate through the contract, it could not move on its own.

Therefore, there was only one answer.

The voice of Lavolas’s spirituality, filled with rage, echoed.

[But this foolish woman was not entirely useless. Thanks to her, I found a better, perfect contractor!]

A more perfect contractor.

It must have found a more desirable prey than the usurping saintess.

At that moment, a shadow fell over the bloodstained blade of Lavolas.

-Are you referring to me, the remnant of old lords?

A massive black troll.

The king and leader of the trolls, the Immortal Lord.

Somehow, he had approached Lavolas.

The sparks emitted by Lavolas did not attack the Immortal Lord, allowing him to get closer.

“Hah.”

Aden let out a hollow laugh.

‘So that’s it? This damn piece of scrap metal…’

Only then did Aden realize what Lavolas was aiming for.

Lavolas had judged the Immortal Lord, the master of the Grey Army of the Undead, to be a more amusing ‘toy.’

‘There’s no way to stop it.’

The Immortal Lord was within the barrier created by Lavolas.

Even Merida, a strong person comparable to a High Sword Master, could not penetrate that barrier, and the Immortal Lord was too powerful to defeat.

Wasn’t he a mythical monster whom even the strongest saintess of the past had failed to kill, only imprisoning him?

Moreover, if any attempt was made to threaten him, the high trolls and the Grey Army of the Undead, who were loyal and revered him, would go on a rampage again.

It was an inescapable deadlock.

[O troll who reigns as the king and god of trolls. You, who have escaped the fate of mortals and gained immortality and eternal life! Now, choose me, and I will grant you everything you desire.]

The demonic sword of slaughter seduced sweetly.

[Merely brushing against me will cast the shadow of death on all living things, taking their breaths away. Death is the absolute fate that all living beings must pass through. No one can return to dust under my authority.]

This was the power of ‘Chasing Death’ that the demonic sword Lavolas possessed.

[Use me. Slaughter all that stands in your way through me. Kill and slaughter all that is cumbersome and hateful.]

The ancient corrupt lord, the lord of slaughter, was dead, but his remnants still hungered for slaughter.

[I will help you take revenge on the humans who nailed your race to the wasteland. I can let your army ravage the entire continent. I will make your race reign supreme on the continent forever!]

The demonic sword whispered an offer that was hard for anyone to refuse.

[If you join me, there will be nothing in this world that can stop you! Grasp me! And share your life force to form a contract, then I promise to give you everything in this world!]

The spirituality of the demonic sword Lavolas spoke with great confidence.

Aden’s eyes narrowed.

To imagine the immortal lord of the Grey Army of the Undead wielding the sword of death that claims all lives…

Anyone could easily guess that it would be an unparalleled nightmare.

However, there was one thing that the demonic sword Lavolas had missed.

Aden clicked his tongue.

“You know too little about the Immortal Lord.”

Finally, the Immortal Lord grasped Lavolas’s hilt.

The Immortal Lord spoke.

-You said you could kill all life?

Then, he performed an extraordinary act.

Puuuk!

The Immortal Lord thrust Lavolas’s blade into his own chest.

-Wha, my lord!

-The Immortal Lord…!

The high trolls were shocked at the sight.

Lavolas’s spirituality was equally astonished.

[What on earth are you doing…!]

-Because of you.

The Immortal Lord, bleeding dark blue blood, spoke.

-Because of you, many of my kin bled. They lost their lives.

The troll lord spoke coldly.

-This was unnecessary bloodshed, unnecessary deaths. Thousands of my kin died here today, and now you say you will make our kin reign supreme in this world? Ha, what a joke.

Aden watched the scene with calm eyes.

‘The Immortal Lord cherishes his kin dearly.’

That was why, in the future, when he lost his mind and started killing his own kin, he begged humans to kill him, pleading desperately.

Yet, many trolls had died here due to the schemes of a mere demonic sword.

Even now, the wasteland was stained with the blood and corpses of trolls scattered everywhere.

Seeing such a sight, the troll king would hardly accept the demonic sword’s proposal.

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The Immortal Lord was now extremely ‘angry.’

-You said you could take the life of all living things?

Fwoooosh.

The Immortal Lord’s intense life force flowed into the demonic sword.

With a face twisted in fury like a fierce deity, he growled.

-Then, let me, the one called the Immortal Lord, feel this so-called death.

[Stop, stop! No more…!]

The Immortal Lord continued to pour his regenerative power, his fundamental life force, into the demonic sword.

His life force, like an inexhaustible spring, like the vast waters of a great ocean, continued to be infused into Lavolas endlessly.

The 72 Demonic Sword, known as the strongest sword that could even cut through dragon scales and was said to be unbreakable.

Crack!

A small crack appeared on the surface of the indestructible sword.

The demonic sword let out a pained scream.

[Kyaaa! Stop! Stop, I said…!]

Yet, the life force surged like a tidal wave, showing no sign of stopping.

[Please, stoooop…!]

Crack, crack, crack!

Once the cracks began to spread like a spider web, they continued to devour Lavolas.

[Nooooo…!]

In the end.

Boom!

The remnant of one of the ancient corrupt lords, the demonic sword Lavolas of the Lord of Slaughter.

The supposedly unbreakable sword shattered with a loud explosion into countless pieces.

The broken fragments of Lavolas scattered and fell onto the wasteland.

Aden, Priestess Lunia, the former saintess Merida, the troll army, and even the priests of the Slaughter Cult.

Everyone who witnessed the scene fell silent.

Sizzle, the chest of the Immortal Lord, pierced by the sword, healed instantly, and the bleeding stopped.

The existence called the king and god of the trolls, the Immortal Lord, looked at the shattered Lavolas and spoke indifferently.

-Your death is more insignificant than my immortality.

That moment.

It was also the moment when the Slaughter Cult narrowly escaped the brink of collapse.

* * *

Thus, the plan of a saintess who sought to bring about the destruction of the Slaughter Cult was thwarted in vain, and the war between the priests of the Slaughter Cult and the troll army of the Grey Land came to an end.

The sun set over the blood-stained wasteland.

“Haha! Hey there, Trolls, if you don’t mind, can I take a piece of that corpse? We’d like to have a taste too! Yes?”

-Grrr, Latta! Ashak! (Grrr, Get lost! Demons!)

“Kyaa! If any of my brothers get sticky fingers, I’ll discipline them myself, so don’t touch the troll corpses!”

The priests of the Slaughter Cult were recovering the bodies of the dead followers, and the trolls were performing their cannibalistic funeral rites by eating the bodies of their fallen kin.

The priests licked their lips and drooled at the sight of the troll corpses treated as such precious ingredients, and Priestess Lunia, as Merida’s representative, managed them so they wouldn’t harbor any ulterior motives.

‘Normally, it wouldn’t have ended so cleanly like this.’

Both the ferocious trolls and the fanatical priests of the Slaughter Cult were madmen who wouldn’t stop fighting until they saw blood and finished the battle to the end.

Surely, they would have fought until one side faced total annihilation.

That is, if it weren’t for the presence of the Undead Lord and the Blind Saintess.

At a single command from the priests’ saintess, the trolls thoroughly obeyed under the mental domination of the High Troll chieftains who had knelt before the Undead Lord.

‘The Undead Lord no longer wants his kind to die, and the Blind Saintess feels the same.’

It might seem amusing that the leaders of these two insane combat groups had the highest sense of morality and common sense, but it was precisely this minimal level of sanity that allowed them to maintain their groups.

All of this happened quickly.

He looked to one side.

There, the Saintess Merida stood beside the deceased Spica.

At that moment, someone approached Aden.

-A familiar and nostalgic scent.

Said the god of trolls, master of the grey immortal legion, and the first prisoner of the Slaughter Tower.

-That human has been resurrected by the blessing of the World Tree.

It was the Undead Lord.