Two swords, combining into one.
This was the Dual Sword Union!
"Kill me?! In your dreams!" Watching the two swords and the bolt of Celestial Thunder hurtling toward him, Blood Marshal's entire body flushed crimson. The plates of his Scale Armor bristled, and his frame swelled further, growing from seven to ten meters tall.
Even among the Strongest, there were different levels of power.
And Blood Marshal, the Silver Horn King and the Strongest of one of the three great races of the North District, was clearly no weakling.
As his body swelled, the thickness of his Scale Armor also increased dramatically.
One against three.
Yet in terms of sheer presence, Blood Marshal, the Silver Horn King, was not the least bit outmatched.
TING!
The sound of metal striking metal rang out.
The two swords struck Blood Marshal almost simultaneously. One pierced his forehead, while the other drove into his heart.
