Chapter 95: Holy Sword Athos
"The Demon Race are beings forsaken by the gods! How could any deity be willing to let them believe in him?"
Olivia slowly spoke, "But that is the truth."
The silence stretched on, heavy with disbelief.
"Our Skywing Clan was completely destroyed because of the God Strike unleashed by the Demon Race, and God Strike is magic that only deities can grant."
The God Strike magic of the Skywing Clan was granted by the Goddess, and the deity of the Demon Race gave them the same magic. However, the Demon Race transformed God Strike into a more destructive attack.
"The Elf Forest was destroyed because of the Demon Race's God Strike; you were there when it happened, right?" Serie added.
The council hall fell silent again.
This truth was even more crushing than the Skywing Clan's destruction. If the Demon Race truly had a deity's protection, then the allied forces would face not only a powerful army but also divine authority.
Several council members shifted uncomfortably, their resolve crumbling.
Dwarf King Duwalin suddenly walked toward Kurtz, his footsteps echoing in the quiet. He stopped before him, his weathered face set with determination.
"Since Orger chose this human, then the Dwarf race will also obey the Holy Sword's will."
He looked up at Kurtz, hope flickering in his eyes. "Tell me, human, have you ever fought a deity?"
This human and his companions clearly knew many things. Since they knew the Demon Race had a deity behind them, they must have had contact, or even fought, with that deity.
Every eye in the hall fixed on Kurtz, waiting for an answer.
"Yes! We have fought the deity of the Demon Race."
Kurtz's answer filled the Dwarf King with surprise and joy.
"Although it was merely a one-sided defeat, I can assure you that one day in the future, we will stand before him again and use this Orger to cut down this deity!"
This was not only Kurtz's promise to the Dwarf King but also his promise to Serie. From merely accompanying her in a god-slaying adventure at the beginning, to later attracting the false god's attack, and now to his own determination to slay a god.
All of this was predetermined fate. Kurtz could only choose to follow this path.
"Hahaha! Good lad!" The Duwalin laughed heartily, his despair slightly relieved.
He looked at Kurtz solemnly, battle intent rekindling in his eyes. "Then what do you need us, the Dwarf race, to do? As long as you are ready, our Dwarf race will surely follow you."
"Actually, I don't need you, Dwarf King, to do anything for me. Instead, I hope the Elf King can agree to one thing."
The Elf King, who had been watching from his seat, was stunned. Could it be that this human wanted his Elf race to follow him as well?
How could that be? He drew Orger, not Athos; why should his Elf race obey his command?
Kurtz looked at the uncertain Elf King and slowly spoke: "I need the power of Holy Sword Athos."
Although he still didn't know what abilities Athos possessed, since the Goddess specifically named him to draw this sword, it must be useful. Perhaps, like Orger, it was also waiting for him.
The Elf King's eyes sharpened, and he stared at Kurtz. "Human, do you know what you are saying? Although you have gained Orger's recognition, Athos is the supreme holy sword of the Elves, and it is absolutely impossible for outsiders to gain its recognition!"
Kurtz looked directly at the Elf King, gripping Orger's hilt. "How do you know it won't work if you haven't tried?"
He raised Orger, the runes on the sword glowing with light that cast shadows across the chamber walls.
"Orger chose me, an outsider to the Dwarfs; perhaps Athos will make the same choice."
"Impossible!" An Elf Elder shrieked, rising from his seat. "Athos has only responded to the Elves' call since ancient times, without exception!"
"Then I will be that exception!"
"Arrogant fellow!" The Elf Elder cursed as he stood up, wanting to speak but was interrupted by Serie.
"Have you ever considered why Athos hasn't responded to a single call for thousands of years?"
The Elf King's expression faltered slightly, the certainty in his features wavering.
Although the Elf race truly had long lifespans, a thousand years was not short for them. During these thousand years, Athos had not responded to any Elf's call.
Could it really be waiting for this human in front of him?
"Kurtz is the fated one, the god-slayer who only exists in legends." Serie's tone carried firmness.
The Elf King remained silent for a long time. Finally, he slowly raised his hand to stop the other Elf Elders' dissenting voices.
He looked deeply at Kurtz. "Human, if you truly believe you are the chosen one."
Turning, he walked to the back with measured steps, retrieving a longsword wrapped with silver vines from a hidden magic barrier that shimmered like moonlight. "Then try it."
Drawing Athos was divided into two steps. The first was to gain the recognition of the Elf race's sacred vines; Athos, along with its scabbard, was wrapped by the sacred vines, and only those who gained initial recognition could unwrap the vines.
The second step was to draw Athos from its scabbard.
In the long history of the Elves, as long as one unwrapped the vines, they could use a portion of Athos's power, but only a handful of Elves were able to draw Athos completely.
The Elf King held the longsword level, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "But I must warn you, if you forcefully draw the holy sword, you will be struck back by its power."
Kurtz took a deep breath. He handed Orger to Serie beside him, then extended both hands toward the legendary weapon.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the scabbard, the vines suddenly writhed like living creatures, emitting a faint rustling sound.
The Elves held their breath—the sacred vines were slowly loosening!
This human hadn't even touched Athos, yet the sacred vines had already voluntarily unwrapped themselves, something countless Elves had been unable to achieve in a millennium.
Could it be that this human truly was the one Athos had been waiting for?
Even Serie hugged Orger in her arms, her breathing becoming tense as she watched the impossible unfold.
As the last vine slipped away, the full appearance of Athos was revealed. The entire sword had an indescribable sense of weight and calm, its scabbard entirely emerald green, perfectly fitting the symbol of the Elf race.
However, the light on this legendary holy sword was slightly dim, just like Orger, whose magic had been overdrawn in recent battles.
"The Demon Race's attacks have been fierce during this period, and Athos's power consumption has been great," the Elf King explained.
Kurtz nodded and said nothing, merely reaching out and gripping Athos's hilt with steady fingers.
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