SFS Chapter 576: Sword Fall
Chapter 576: Sword Fall
When the destructive power that was enough to shake the Celestial Realm and whose aftershocks even affected the Prime Material Plane had not yet completely dissipated, and the light was still dazzling and the energy turbulence was still raging wildly, Gray, with his deep connection with the Demon King Sword and his keen perception of energy, already knew the final outcome of this sword strike in advance.
In his perception, the Holy Goddess, who was originally as dazzling as an eternally burning star, radiating endless majesty and vitality, was now experiencing a rapid decline in her life radiance, like a candle flickering in the wind!
This decline was not a slow weakening, but rather as rapid as an avalanche. The aura representing the origin of divine life was declining dramatically at a speed visible to the naked eye, far exceeding Gray's initial estimates.
'It worked!' Gray's heart skipped a beat, a surge of hope rising within him. 'That sword strike truly inflicted real, devastating damage on her!'
The burning of the demon race's millennia-long fortune, combined with his own "I am atomic" ultimate destructive power, clearly exceeded the Holy Light Goddess's expectations, truly touching upon Her divine essence.
However, Gray's excitement lasted only a moment before it sank again.
Although His aura was declining rapidly and significantly, it seemed... at this rate, He was still a little short of reaching zero before His life force completely disappeared...
It's like using a giant axe to chop down a towering ancient tree. Although it leaves a terrifying scar that almost severed the trunk, it's still missing the last bit of connection, preventing it from falling completely.
really!
As the raging torrent of purplish-black energy and the chaotic flow of laws gradually subsided, and the blinding light dimmed, revealing the core area of the temple, Gray and Philippa's pupils simultaneously contracted sharply.
The Goddess of Holy Light still stands there.
However, His appearance was completely different from his previous flawless and radiant image.
His snow-white divine robe, embroidered with silver thread, was now tattered and torn, with charred and curled edges, revealing the slightly dull mithril lining beneath.
Her once cascading silver hair was now somewhat disheveled, with most of the star-shaped diamond hair ornaments shattered. Most shockingly, a trace of golden divine blood remained at the corner of her flawless lips.
Although His aura was much weaker than before, as if He had suffered a severe blow, it still existed.
Those icy, fiery pupils remained cold, but within them seemed to burn an unbelievable rage and extreme chill, as if wounded by an ant.
He raised his hand and gently wiped away the golden blood from the corner of his mouth. His movements still carried the elegance of a god, but every subtle action seemed to affect the still unsettled rules of the entire Celestial Realm.
"Very well..." For the first time, the Goddess of Holy Light's voice lost its absolute calm and ethereal quality, taking on a low and dangerous hoarseness, like the deathly stillness before a storm, "You... ants... actually... managed to hurt me..."
His gaze was fixed on the Demon King's sword in Gray's hand, its light dimmed as if it had exhausted most of its power, and the killing intent in his eyes was almost tangible.
This sword strike failed to kill the god, but it truly... enraged the god!
As the destructive torrent, imbued with the demon race's fortune and all of Gray's power, completely dissipated, the Demon King's sword in Gray's hand, symbolizing the last hope, also seemed to have completed its final mission. Its brilliance faded, the blade became dull and lifeless, and finally turned into tiny specks of purplish-black dust, drifting and disappearing from between his fingers.
We've run out of cards.
However, before the throne, the figure, despite being disheveled and weakened, still stood firm!
Philippa's face turned even paler than before, her heart sank into an ice cave, and her last shred of hope was completely shattered.
Just as the Goddess of Holy Light had said, this sword strike could not truly kill him.
Hope, like a candle extinguished by the wind, left only a wisp of smoke and a chilling cold. Despair, like an icy tide, once again overwhelmed her.
But unlike the pure despair he had felt before, after the initial heaviness, Gray keenly captured a sense of being touched by Philippa.
overlooked details
The wrath of the Goddess of Light, and... Her unexpectedly embarrassing predicament.
His tattered divine robes, disheveled silver hair, and the glaring golden divine blood at the corner of his mouth... all of this clearly showed that the sword strike just now was not as indifferent as he had previously appeared.
The power of this attack clearly far exceeded the expectations of the Goddess of Holy Light.
Gray recalled the indifferent, even slightly mocking, reaction of the Goddess of Holy Light when she saw the Demon King's Sword.
At the time, he thought that in the eyes of the gods, this was probably just an insignificant "toy," not even worthy of His serious attention, let alone hurting His little finger.
But what about now?
This supreme ruler of the plane has actually been forced into such a predicament!
Although he did not die, his "injuries" and "disarray" were a silent declaration—the Demon King's Sword possessed the power to truly threaten the gods and even injure them.
This realization was like striking a tiny match in endless darkness.
Yes, the sword is destroyed, and the fortune has been exhausted.
Yes, the gods are not dead, and the crisis is even greater.
but--
He proved that God is not invincible!
He proved that seemingly eternal fate and rules can be broken!
He proved that the Goddess of Light also bleeds, is enraged, and... is disheveled by unexpected attacks!
This was not a victory; it might even lead to a faster destruction. Yet, in Gray's mind, a strange, almost paradoxical belief was growing wildly.
He looked at the Holy Light Goddess, whose breath was fluctuating with rage, and at the cold killing intent in her eyes that was no longer purely indifferent but filled with blasphemy and trauma. Instead of fear, Gray's lips curled into a very subtle but crazy and resolute smile.
'So...you can be surprised too, you can get hurt, you can...lose your composure.'
Have they run out of cards?
No.
As long as he stands, as long as he can still think, as long as the flame in his heart has not been extinguished...
The battle is far from over!
He gently shielded the trembling Philippa, who was trembling with despair, further behind him, and faced the still terrifying god, though wounded. The aura around him, which had been somewhat weak due to the exhaustion of his power, began to re-condense in a more restrained and dangerous way.
He lost the Demon King's Sword, but he still has himself, and... as a "variable," a possibility that even the gods had not fully foreseen!