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Chapter 65 - 65 65 The True Holy Slash

?Chapter 65: Chapter 65 The True Holy Slash Chapter 65: Chapter 65 The True Holy Slash Amberser had never really considered assassinating the group of Paladins; he always felt the success rate was low and it would expose his strengths and weaknesses too early.

He had accurately estimated Masstar’s strength. Even for one Paladin, there was no guarantee he could take them down. Winning or losing aside, just the equipment Masstar wore could increase his combat power tenfold, making the difficulty of killing him outright very high.

With ten Paladins gathered together, it would be no different from a suicide mission for Amberser to leave the castle and strike first.

Not to mention those bastards from Alchemy City who really didn’t give a damn, acting as if they were just there to watch the show, leaving Amberser clueless about what they were planning.

Therefore, taking advantage of the castle’s tactical defense had always been Amberser’s plan.

A Mage should never leave their Mage’s Tower; that was only logical.

A few days ago, Withered Rose sent him a message, telling Amberser about Masstar’s recruitment of mortals and reminding him that the Laine Empire had ways to harness the power of these mortals.

Amberser didn’t care about their training of mortals. No matter what power, in the end it was a direct confrontation with the castle’s defense system, either it worked or it didn’t; there was nothing to discuss.

But how did Withered Rose know what those Paladins were up to?

After a private conversation, Amberser discovered that Withered Rose somehow had the ability to monitor the Paladins’ every move, and he quickly inquired about the details of the Paladins’ actions over the past few days.

To his surprise, Masstar dared to go drinking alone, and not just once.

It could only be said that young people were still too naive.

This was Alchemy City, a gathering place for different races; how could he dare to go to a bar alone?

It could only be said that these Paladins still lacked experience. Did they really think that just because Amberser built his castle outside the city he could not enter it?

Masstar was too careless, thinking that since the Alchemist Council agreed to let them rescue people on their own, it was as if they had implicitly agreed to protect their actions in the city.

In their eyes, the city’s administrators should stand with the people of the city, which is why Masstar let his guard down.

But he was also bold for his talents; if it weren’t for Amberser having many trump cards, this assassination would truly have been meaningless.

But now that Gareth had made a move, the situation was completely different.

A Giant four meters tall, with equipment even more luxurious than Masstar’s, and martial skills refined through hundreds of years to perfection, was the epitome of humanity.

Gareth’s first strike forced Masstar to kneel on both knees, the ground cracking beneath him like a spiderweb.

The strength of the Legendary Headless Knight was not something Masstar could withstand; a single blow had shattered more than half of his protective spells and even the sword in his hand cracked.

The serrated greatsword, its hilt chained, pulled back forcefully, scraping a shower of sparks on Masstar’s sword and nearly hooking him off completely.

Masstar had no choice but to roll on the ground, and while the enemy’s greatsword was retracted, he downed two Magic Potions: a Healing Potion and a Hill Giant Strength Potion.

The strike had nearly shattered his internal organs; he only felt a little better after drinking the Healing Potion. The second bottle, the Hill Giant Strength Potion, was a really high-grade good that greatly enhanced his strength, hopefully enough to withstand the enemy’s attacks … right?

Masstar gripped his cracked sword, but his confidence was not very high.

What if that strike just now was just a test?

Masstar had no idea how strong this terrifying Giant could be.

Gareth retracted his greatsword, which, even at two meters long, seemed small in his hands, giving him the appearance of an agile fighter.

But when Gareth swung his chains, the roaring produced by the spinning blade shattered the glass of buildings on both sides of the street. The blade grazed the ground, leaving behind sparks and deep furrows as if slicing through tofu were a breeze.

Seeing this, Masstar quickly fortified himself with the Strength of the Bear. This monster was too fearsome; even a Hill Giant’s strength was definitely no match for his.

A dark purple glow flashed from within the pitch-black helmet. Gareth’s greatsword swung again, this time the blade wrapped in purple lightning.

A Thunder Enchantment, combined with his tremendous strength, made the air explode with a thunderous boom as the blade cut through, leaving behind a clear trail of turbulence.

This is the power of a legend, mortal men on the battlefield, if even grazed by the blade’s wind, would be torn asunder.

Masstar felt even greater pressure, for this slash was aimed straight at him.

At this moment, Masstar finally experienced what could only be described as the force of thunderous fury. He had no choice but to gather the power of Holy Light and unleash the Holy Slash upon the purple lightning longsword.

The Holy Light and fierce flames twisted around the longsword, shining with an even more dazzling brilliance, surging against and colliding with the purple lightning longsword, instantly creating an explosion-like boom.

The violent shockwave shattered the houses on both sides.

Amberser, who was watching the battle from the side, felt a pang of emotion, his fake self was no match for Gareth. If that purple lightning longsword were swung at him, his castle’s defenses wouldn’t hold out for long.

Indeed, such a fearsome man who could become the Pillar of Shame for the Laine Empire, this unadorned absolute power was truly terrifying.

Masstar couldn’t withstand such an attack, and after the second slash, his longsword completely shattered, and his body was deeply smashed into the ground. If not for the high-quality armor he wore, that blow would have cleaved him in two.

But now, Masstar was gravely injured, not only was his longsword gone, but his armor was twisted and deformed, countless bones broken.

Gareth sheathed his longsword, slightly annoyed, “I wasn’t even trying hard yet.”

Amberser thought to himself, this brute’s killing is one thing, but soul-crushing remarks are a bit too much. After all, the hostage could be traded for money with Alchemy City, and money deserves its necessary respect.

Amberser floated over, about to pick Masstar up, but suddenly he saw a dazzling Holy Light burst forth from the deep pit.

Amberser hastily dodged, narrowly avoiding being hit by the Holy Light.

Masstar’s severely injured body slowly floated out of the pit, the twisted armor repaired in the Holy Light, even growing more ornate and intricate patterns than before. The shattered enchanted Magic Array was reactivated, and even powered up under the Holy Light’s blessing.

Masstar’s body also rapidly healed, and in the blink of an eye, all his wounds had completely recovered, and even his eyes had turned the color of white gold, as though he had become someone else.

Seeing this scene, Amberser was not surprised, but said in a pitying tone, “Young Paladin, you are courting death. Life-burning for a brief ascension to Legendary Rank, how long can you sustain it? One minute? Or thirty seconds?”

Masstar laughed out loud amidst the Holy Light, “I told them, to defeat evil, one can sacrifice their life. And as a Paladin, if mortals can do it, why should I fear? It is but death.”

Masstar raised his hands high, and a longsword completely forged from Holy Light formed in his grasp.

“Holy Light, grant me the power to purify evil!”

Masstar shouted his declaration, swinging a rainbow-like sword infused with life-burning power toward Gareth.

This is a true Paladin, this is the true Holy Slash!

The blinding Holy Light illuminated half of Alchemy City, leading many to believe the sun had risen early.

By opening doors and windows, one could see the colossal Holy Sword stretching to the sky, descending with a force that seemed to split heaven and earth.

The Holy Light, like rain, completely enveloped Gareth’s body.

The intense collision of light and darkness set off a series of explosions, billowing smoke and dust covered the streets.

The young man, who was only about twenty years old, now had a head full of white hair and a face lined with wrinkles.

Masstar coughed up blood, the Holy Light on his body rapidly dimming as he fell to the ground, powerless.

That single sword strike had nearly exhausted his life, but the concentrated power had transcended the mundane; even if that giant was of Legendary stature, the sword was enough to slay him.

It’s a pity that the Lich fled too quickly, and Masstar could not perfectly control the power of the Legendary Rank, unable to lock onto the ever-elusive Lich.

As the dust settled, the giant’s figure still stood, but the region of its neck had vanished.

Masstar’s full-powered strike had finally decapitated this formidable foe, and it’s believed that the immense Holy Light had utterly destroyed his body, purifying his soul.

Wait, why can the giant still move?!