Chapter 89: The Skywing Tribe: "I'm Back!"
"It's fine, I'm just trying it out, and besides, with only your faith, Olivia, it shouldn't be too dangerous…"
Kurtz's voice carried more confidence than he felt. The gods were too powerful; he had to use extraordinary methods to have a chance of winning. Since the human body could not bear the power of faith, this power would be transferred to the Holy Sword.
At that time, both El's Light and Orger, Sword of Divine Authority would become true God Slaying Holy Swords.
Serie bit her lip: "No, it's still too risky, what if…"
"We have no choice." Kurtz's voice was firm. "Only this way can I see the possibility of slaying a god."
Before facing the gods directly, Kurtz always thought that as long as he kept creating powerful magic, one day he would research magic that could harm the gods.
But after witnessing divine power firsthand, he understood that human power had its limits.
Ordinary magic could not even scratch a god.
Serie slowly nodded: "…Alright, go ahead and do it! No matter what, I will always be by your side."
Kurtz smiled: "As expected of our greatest mage, Miss Serie!"
"Enough with your nonsense!" Serie turned her head away, her ears reddening slightly. "The experiment starts first thing tomorrow morning. Everyone, go rest now."
Then everyone got up and left.
Kurtz, however, remained in place, still examining the fragments of El's Light.
Serie walked a few steps, then turned back. Her friend sat alone by the dying fire.
"Thinking about something dangerous again?" She sat down beside him, close enough that their shoulders almost touched.
"I'm thinking…" Kurtz said softly, "What would it be like now if I hadn't been able to pull out Orger, Sword of Divine Authority, back then?"
The arrival of the Skywing Clan and even the gods had been too sudden; they'd had no preparations at all. Don't look at Serie talking about slaying gods; she definitely didn't have that confidence right now.
The same went for Kurtz. His pulling out of Orger had instead accelerated the arrival of this day.
He didn't know if what he was doing was right anymore. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so anxious back then.
Serie was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and touched his head, just as he had always done to her: "Idiot, there is no 'if'."
"Yes! Indeed." Kurtz leaned into the gentle touch.
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Just as Kurtz and his party were still resting in the Elf Village, a dangerous situation unfolded on the front lines of the Elf Forest.
Due to the sudden departure of the Skywing Clan army, the entire defence line had become strained against the Demon Clan's relentless attacks. It was still manageable, just barely.
For some reason, the Demon Clan's attacks had also weakened significantly, though no one questioned this fortunate development too deeply.
Both the current Dwarf King and the Elf King looked forward to reinforcements. As long as the Skywing army returned, everything would be fine.
Their alliance was signed under the witness of the gods, and given the Skywing Clan's unwavering loyalty, they could not betray it.
Neither knew the actual reason for the Clan's sudden departure, but as long as this alliance remained intact, they would definitely return.
They firmly believed this; there was no other way.
And indeed, that seemed to be the case.
In the sky not far away, the Skywing Clan army appeared on the horizon.
The distance prevented everyone from seeing their faces clearly, but those who could fly in the sky were definitely the Skywing Clan!
On the front lines, the Dwarf King stood in the temporarily constructed command post, his gaze fixed on the gradually clearing white dots on the distant horizon.
"I knew it! The favoured race of the gods would never betray an alliance witnessed by the gods!"
The Dwarf King's voice rang with unconcealed joy. As long as the army returned, the pressure on their frontal battlefield would ease considerably, and it might even be possible to win this war that concerned the fate of the entire continent.
At that time, their Dwarf Race would also return to their ancestral land. He would finally become the True Dwarf King and lead his brethren to Glory days like before.
The King of Elves also stood beside him; relief could be clearly seen on his face.
"Now that they are here, it's time for a counterattack." The Elf King had even begun planning their offensive; as long as the army returned, there would be genuine hope for victory in this war.
"They're here! The warriors of the Skywing Clan are back!"
The hoarse shouts of the allied soldiers pierced through the camp, instantly stirring up excitement.
The allied soldiers came out one after another, shading their eyes against the sun as they looked up at the approaching formation. When they saw the sacred white wings shimmering in the sunlight, they all became excited.
These allies had suddenly left the front lines for nearly a month, but as long as they hadn't fled and returned to this battlefield, they could still be forgiven.
"Thank the Goddess! I knew the warriors of the Skywing Clan wouldn't desert in battle!"
The elven archer excitedly raised his longbow toward the sky, completely forgetting that not long ago he had been cursing these "bird-people" under his breath.
However, at the edge of the cheering crowd, one figure frowned deeply.
Kraft did not cheer like the others. Instead, he stared intently at the approaching army in the sky, and a strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.
"Something's wrong… It's very wrong…" He mumbled to himself. He didn't know why, but this army gave him an uneasy feeling.
He had observed the Skywing Clan army countless times during their alliance. Among the allied forces, Kraft understood their formations most intimately.
The massive flying formation in the sky seemed grand, but in reality, it carried an indescribable… looseness? A lack of precision he'd come to expect.
The Skywing Army was famous for its strict discipline and flawless formations. Their every flight was perfectly uniform, and their wings would never flap irregularly; only this way could they be ready for a God Strike attack at any moment.
However, this current army's flight paths were slightly chaotic, the distances between individual flyers inconsistent, and there were even a few unnatural congestions in their formation.
Additionally, the wings in the sky looked somehow unreal, like new clothes constructed from magic and casually worn by impostors.
The Skywing Clan's pure white wings could never give him such an artificial feeling.
Kraft took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, and raised his magical perception to its peak sensitivity.
The moment his magical perception touched the approaching army, another magic violently repelled it. Clearly, there was sophisticated anti-detection magic woven throughout this force.
In that brief instant when Kraft's magic touched the opponent's defences, he caught an extremely faint, yet undeniable, dark aura lurking beneath the surface.
This was the chaotic essence of the Demon Clan.
The aura was cleverly disguised beneath layers of sacred magic, but in the perception of a veteran like Kraft, who had fought countless battles against the Demon Clan, the dark taint was clear as day.
He immediately shouted, "They are Fake! They are not Sky Wing, they are Demons!!!"
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