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Chapter 101: Victory and Farewell
Golden light pillars erupted from the three holy swords, shooting straight into the sky.
Crushing pressure swept across the plain, making the air thick as stone. The charging demonic army slowed under the overwhelming force, their relentless advance faltering for the first time in centuries.
Even the mindless beasts felt it. Terror clawed at their instincts, and they shrieked as they turned to flee despite their masters' commands.
"W-What is that?!"
A demonic creature stared at the golden pillar piercing heaven and earth. Fear, an emotion it had never felt, made it tremble.
"God Strike!?" Another demon's voice cracked with disbelief. "But those bird people were wiped out, right?"
The creature felt power from this light that rivalled a God Strike. Maybe stronger, because it carried something the Skywing Clan's attacks never had, the united will of multiple races driven by desperation.
The demons hadn't expected this. With the Skywing Clan destroyed, how could these survivors still unleash something this devastating?
Unfortunately, their confusion would remain unanswered. It was too late to stop the dense army now surging across the plain. Many demons hidden within their own forces, planning surprise attacks, found themselves trapped by their own strategy.
On the stone platform, Kurtz felt immense magic power flowing through him like liquid fire.
Unlike before, when he'd forced Orger's power through his own body, now the magic circle beneath his feet let him channel this vast energy directly into the holy swords without destroying himself. Without this safeguard, releasing the Pseudo-God Strike would have left him as ash on the wind.
He slowly raised Orger above his head. El's Light and Atos circled around him, their radiance painting the battlefield gold and silver.
Three swords. Three different destinies, peoples, and hopes.
Under Kurtz's guidance, they had become something greater, a force that could challenge the gods themselves.
When the holy swords reached peak power, Kurtz channelled his remaining strength and slashed down Orger toward the demonic army..
Boom—!!!
Silence fell like death. Then an explosion that made the earth convulse and the sky crack.
A massive golden pillar tore through space itself. Reality warped around its passage as it pierced the entire demonic army like a divine spear.
Wherever it passed, Demonscale Beasts, hidden spellcasters, all turned to ash on contact. No screams, no curses. Just instant annihilation.
The ground beneath was carved into a bottomless gully that split the plain in two.
With one strike, the entire terrain had changed.
The endless black tide suddenly had a massive gap carved through its heart. Nearly half the demonic forces were evaporated by this single blow.
The remaining beasts, overwhelmed by terror, broke free from their controllers. The disciplined army became chaos, with countless creatures trampled by their own panicked allies.
On the platform, golden light faded like morning mist.
All the allied spellcasters, their magic drained, sat weakly on the ground. Many were pale and shaking, pushed to their limits.
Only Kurtz and a few others still had strength remaining, though even they swayed on their feet.
"It seems your magic was very successful." Serie approached, watching the fleeing remnants in the distance. A satisfied smile played at her lips.
Kurtz's Pseudo-God Strike was indeed formidable, perhaps more impressive than she'd calculated.
In theory, gathering thousands of spellcasters' magic and releasing it in one strike could match a God Strike's power. Such topics were discussed many times before, and naturally, she'd known this.
But there was always a critical flaw: something needed to survive that immense magical load without being destroyed. No creature except an actual god could withstand it, a limitation that kept such techniques theoretical.
That's why Kurtz's innovation was remarkable. By channelling the power directly into the holy swords, he bypassed mortal limitations entirely. The swords became the conduit, letting mortals achieve the impossible.
And the personal cost was surprisingly manageable.
Both Kurtz and Serie had only consumed most of their magic power, far short of the complete exhaustion they'd experienced in previous battles.
"This way, we can leave for Godfall Land with peace of mind," Kurtz said, relief clear in his voice.
With the immediate threat resolved, a weight he'd carried for some time finally lifted.
After this devastating blow, the demonic creatures couldn't launch any significant attack for a long time. Their forces were scattered, their leadership in chaos, their morale shattered.
Even if they regrouped, by then he might have completed his true mission, slaying the false goddess herself. Without her corrupting influence, these creatures would return to their natural state, fighting among themselves rather than threatening the mortal races.
He could only hope no first-generation Demon King would emerge before then. A unified demonic force under intelligent leadership would be a nightmare beyond imagining.
The allied forces erupted in thunderous cheers that echoed across the battlefield, celebrating their hard-won victory with voices hoarse from battle and relief.
The Dwarf King stared at the plain split in two. His battle-axe fell to the ground with a musical clang. He stood gaping, weathered eyes wide with wonder.
After a long moment, he let out a deafening roar: "We won!!! This is the true power of Orger!"
The Elf King stood motionless, staring at the shocking ravine splitting the earth. After what felt like eternity, he let out a long, shuddering sigh. His shoulder never felt so light before in centuries.
At the victory banquet, cheers rose and fell in waves, finally sweeping away the despair that had plagued the allied forces.
However, in a quiet corner away from celebration, the heroes who should have been the focus of attention were already preparing for their next journey.
Kurtz and his companions stood before the Elf King and Dwarf King in a private chamber away from the festivities.
Orger rested in his hands. Though its radiance was dimmed from battle, it still emitted that unmistakable glow of divine power.
Atos had been placed in the elf maiden's hands. With Kurtz's permission, she experienced the legendary sensation of being chosen by a saint's blade, the way it seemed to sing with her very soul.
El's Light had been entrusted to Norn. Perhaps when this adventure ended, this blade would travel with him to establish the first human nation, becoming a holy sword that future generations would worship for centuries.
"Why don't you stay longer!?" The Dwarf King's voice boomed as he slapped Kurtz's shoulder hard enough to make him sway. "You are the protagonists of this banquet! The songs they'll sing about today will echo through mountain halls for a thousand years!"
His eyes gleamed with fierce pride. "Human lad! Well done! Orger is not disgraced in your hands. Seeing those cursed beasts turn to ash, the anger I've held for hundreds of years has finally been released!"
The Elf King performed an elegant bow, his movements graceful even in raw emotion.
His eyes held sincere respect rather than usual formalities. "Lord Kurtz and everyone, the Elves will forever remember today's kindness. This debt can never be fully repaid."
"You both don't need to be so formal," Kurtz replied with a slight nod, clearly moved.
"Resisting the demonic creatures is the shared responsibility of all who call this continent home. However, I do have one request, perhaps an impolite one, that I hope you'll both consider."
"Please speak freely," the Elf King said immediately, while the Dwarf King nodded vigorously.
"In ten or twenty years, a human nation will rise in this world. When that time comes, I hope you'll both recognise its legitimacy and offer your support."
The Elf King's brow furrowed with political consideration. But the straightforward Dwarf King didn't hesitate.
"No problem! When your coronation comes, Lord Kurtz, I'll be there personally! The dwarves owe you a debt that can't be measured in gold or steel!"
Seeing the Dwarf King's commitment, the Elf King's hesitation melted away. He nodded with quiet dignity. "The Elves have no objections either. I will personally attend to offer congratulations when that day arrives, Lord Kurtz. It will be an honour."
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