Chapter 1094: Chapter 270: Divine Authority Has No Eternity_3
"I know what you’re thinking."
Sincaro started harassing Ethan, "You still have some other friends left there, like my brother Kaisaros. Perhaps you think she might also gain some blessing from Kaisaros, but isn’t this the wonderful thing about souls? Even if Kaisaros is willing, He cannot share His power with a human who fights for protection."
For the Old Gods that exist for conflict and destruction, they are precisely the most incompatible with the Other Shore.
And sadly, the only deity who could grant her protective power has now become her enemy.
The Knight Lord’s speed showed no signs of slowing, while the Other Shore was growing slower due to the exhaustion of strength and energy. Her body was wavering, and even her sword stance was no longer standard.
They jointly witnessed the demise of this indomitable Female Knight.
A demon seized the opportunity, suddenly launching an attack on the surviving knights, which distracted the Other Shore to a certain extent.
The Knight Lord did not let this fleeting moment slip, and the silver-white beam exploded with unprecedented speed.
Between oath and victory, something was flung out. The next moment, the silver-white blade, gathering the Knight Lord’s power, pierced through the Other Shore’s chest.
The light from the Other Shore’s wound extinguished instantly, and her bright eyes lost focus in a moment.
The Knight Lord’s blade can inflict soul-crushing wounds, a fatal injury even for powerful Round Table Knights, that cannot heal.
The silver-white figure mercilessly withdrew the long sword, without sparing a glance at the Other Shore’s fallen body, and instead walked straight toward the remaining knights ensnared by demons.
Today, He intended to personally end this path that existed because of Him, which has now fallen to its extreme.
"Oh dear."
Sincaro deliberately exclaimed, carefully observing Ethan’s expression, "I have an idea. If you want to avenge your friend, I can send you back there, so you can at least protect those your friend wished to safeguard in life. In exchange, I hope you will leave us the space for a private conversation."
Unexpectedly for Sincaro, Ethan’s reaction appeared somewhat different from what He had imagined.
A consciousness that relies on senses and intuition, upon seeing his friend killed, should logically be furious beyond measure.
Yet Ethan looked exceedingly calm, as if the moment the light vanished from the Other Shore’s wound didn’t stir any waves in his heart.
"If you’re not quicker, it will be too late."
Sincaro urged.
In the projection within the dome, the Knight Lord had already arrived before the remaining knights. Upon seeing the Other Shore defeated, the knights completely lost their will to resist. However, facing the advent of death, they no longer knelt before the Knight Lord. They stood tall, pointing the blades of their Knight’s Swords at that imposing figure.
The swords in their hands represented their will.
The imposing figure raised the long sword in his hand high, their eyes devoid of any mercy.
The silver-white radiance surging within the blade tore through space, slashing down towards the crowd.
The remaining knights closed their eyes.
The Knight Lord was no longer what they had imagined; they had no need to kowtow to a True God that colluded with demons.
They fought alongside the Knight Commander until the very last moment.
The heaven-splitting sword descended among the crowd, and the knights heard the sound of the Holy Hall collapsing and the earth cracking; the glorious history belonging to the knights over the millennia was also severed by the Knight Lord’s own hands.
However, the anticipated death did not arrive. After the collapse, only silence remained.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Finally, someone opened their eyes.
The imposing figure clad entirely in silver-white armor was still standing before them, yet the long blade in the Knight Lord’s hand had one segment broken off, with crimson ominous energy surging from the break.
And not far away, the Other Shore, whose soul should have been shattered, seemed to have climbed out of Hell. She was surrounded by the same red energy, her wounds all healed, and the scarlet radiance was shockingly striking.
"Impossible!"
Sincaro blurted out.
His judgment couldn’t be wrong; the soul of the Other Shore, who fought for protection, and Kaisaros were undoubtedly the most incompatible entities. Her initial power came from the Knight Lord, and the power of the True God is almost entirely the opposite of the Old Gods that bestowed them influence.
Kaisaros could never share His power with the Other Shore—her soul was the least compatible with the Father of War among humans!
Sincaro also refused to believe that at the moment of death, the Other Shore’s soul had fallen.
Then, then...
Only one answer remained!
The one who "fell" wasn’t the Other Shore, but Kaisaros!
The "taste" of an Old God, altered because of a mere human!
"Thank you, Sincaro."
The previously silent Ethan finally spoke. He had just been witnessing the resurrection ceremony of a friend, so he had no time to respond to Sincaro’s incessant babbling, but he still heard their conversation with the Messiah and the questioning directed at him.
His gratitude was sincere.
It was precisely because of the appearance of the Master of Demons that a sufficient stage was set up for him.
The advent of "Doomsday," the return of the True God, and even their true forms revealed...
With this, his "target" could finally advance to the last step.
Not long ago, Sincaro had asked him what he truly wanted, and the Messiah shared the same doubt.
Ethan’s glance caught another scene, where a seven-eyed woman blocked the way between Ave and the Red-eyed Demon, with an expression of extreme terror on the demon’s face.
—"The era of the gods is coming to an end."
