The battle unfolding in front of her was almost suffocating for Iloti. Even the most far-fetched fantasies had never imagined witnessing such a scene.
It was a group of powerful beings surpassing SS-level, even SSS-level. The current Royal Tutor of the Southern Kingdom, the renowned Lord Nohan, was also only SSS-level. This group of beings stood at the peak of this world, yet they were fighting for their lives on this small wasteland. Every move, every technique had the power to destroy. The once lush grassland had turned into a rough and ruined wasteland in just half an hour, with the violent elemental forces raging in the sky, even the previously imprisoned space was now breaking apart. On the distant horizon, faint silhouettes of the orc wolf riders and the human cavalry fighting could be seen, possibly reinforcements for both sides. But within several kilometers centered around them, there was no trace of any other life.
"Hahaha! Light and dark twins, The Gifts, The Quietus, the progenitor elves! Black Flag, just how many secrets do you still have! Let me uncover them bit by bit! Let me see what you've become first!" Gray Shadow laughed madly, his Abyssal Blade becoming even more frenzied in his hands.
On the other side of the battlefield, the Frost Valkyrie and the Flame Demon restrained the actions of two demon warriors, the Black Gold Puppet and the Berserker unleashed their powers on each other, while the demon mages evaded the lightning arrows of the elven archers, arrows that surpassed the power of nature. Ray in his white robe wielded The Gifts, and the remaining orc sword saint could only defend, with no chance of counterattacking.
The Circular Blade severed the Valkyrie's arm, but the frost instantly solidified again, and the translucent long sword swung at the demon warrior without any hesitation. The Berserker swung his fist, striking the Black Gold's heavy fist, scattering the newly frozen frost on the ground. A meteor shower rained down in the flames of the Flame Demon's rage, molten lava gushed out, entwining around the demon mage like a fire dragon, and the demon mage could only teleport repeatedly, but the lava always followed closely. Just as it was about to reach the mage, it suddenly changed direction, piercing into the body of the sword saint who was focused on resisting The Gifts, and a blast of frost swiftly solidified into black gold.
"Roar!!!!" A roar, the orc sword saint stared incredulously at the sharp pierce in his chest, let out another unwilling howl, and broke free from the solidified lava.
Two lightning arrows mercilessly pierced through his knees, and the Frost Valkyrie also ran to the side of the sword saint. With a swing of her sword, the orc's head with widened eyes flew into the sky. The SS-level orc sword saint, Om the Blade of Destruction, was slain!
"Now, it's a 5 Vs 5." Ray's figure finally merged into one, during the short clash just now, he could only barely dodge the lethal attacks, but now he was covered in wounds, one arm hanging low, nerves severed, completely losing consciousness. But now, the battle, which was suppressed by Gray Shadow, was turning around.
Gray Shadow couldn't suppress his anger anymore, even if the operation of cutting down the flag was successful, the cost was too heavy. The fall of three SSS-level powerhouses represented the complete decline of three clans. No matter what, today he had to completely kill "Black Flag" here.
"Die, Black Flag!" Gray Shadow dived down from the sky, while Ray rose up to meet him, the Abyssal Blade and the scythe transformed from The Quietus finally erupted with destructive power. All movement stopped, the whole world fell silent, the shockwaves slammed the roofs tens of kilometers away, firmly pinning down everyone fighting below.
Warren was constantly retreating, retreating further. He suddenly understood that it was not because of his luck at the time, but because of the mercy of his opponent that he only lost an arm. In such a vast power gap, he could do nothing. In the battle between SSS-level beings, all he could do was escape as much as possible, pray not to be affected.
"Black Flag! Who are you exactly? Why does The Quietus obey you?" Gray Shadow kept attacking, every collision between them left huge wounds in this space! The previous strike undoubtedly indicated that Black Flag not only possessed The Quietus, but had unleashed the full power of The Quietus, the power that could rival the fallen sacred sword--he was the acknowledged master of The Quietus.
"Let me see your ugly face! Why are you the owner of The Quietus!!! Why is The Quietus of Seray in your hands?"
The three words "Seray" seemed to touch a chord in Ray's heart. In a moment of distraction, the Fallen Sword of Heaven had already slashed across his cheek. His long hood was torn apart, and at that moment when Gray Shadow saw Ray's true face, the murderous aura of the Gray Shadow's killer sword abruptly disappeared. He stood there in a daze in midair. But Ray did not pause for a moment. The Quietus in his hand transformed into a long sword. With his chest instead of his disabled right hand pressed against the hilt, he pierced Gray Shadow's chest with a force of ten thousand pounds. The two of them crashed to the ground like shooting stars, raising a cloud of dust that obscured the sky.
After a long time, Ray still maintained his state of madness, but Gray Shadow gently touched Ray's face, smoothing out the distorted expression of fear and tension. Ray froze.
"Do not be afraid, my child..." Gray Shadow's tone even softened.
"In your face, I see my most beloved relative, but also my most hated enemy." Upon hearing these words, the strength in Ray's hand relaxed a bit, but he still remained firmly impaled in Gray Shadow's heart.
"This won't kill me, child! Because The Quietus, I personally gave it to Seray as a coming-of-age gift for my only sister!" As if to prove his words, Gray Shadow grasped the blade of The Quietus, and The Quietus emitted a cheerful resonance before automatically detaching from Gray Shadow's body and turning back into a staff, planted in the ground. Ray, who had exhausted all his strength, now injured and defenseless, was at a loss as he fell to the ground. At this moment, even an S-class could easily finish him off. Gray Shadow struggled to move his body and continued speaking.
"The moment I saw The Gifts and The Quietus appear together, I should have realized. Can you tell me your name, child?"
Ray hesitated for a moment. Gray Shadow's revelation was too astonishing—Seray was his great-grandmother! But he still uttered his own name. "Ray" There was a pause, and then he added, "Ray Ceraphin Seraphynne." It had been a long time since he spoke this surname, and it had become awkward on his tongue.
"Ray Ceraphin Seraphynne, Seraphynne, the Archangel Gabriel. Truly, you're my stubborn and foolish sister! In the end, you still chose to follow that bastard!" Gray Shadow repeatedly spoke Ray's name, and then he seemed somewhat relieved but also gnashed his teeth. The dust in the surroundings gradually dissipated, and one could vaguely see the ongoing battle in the distance.
"Although I would like to have a good chat with you again, Ray, it seems we must leave. Remember, Ray! You are the descendant of Seray, and you carry the blood of my Azazel family! Hahaha! I am proud. The Azazel family has produced another formidable warrior like you!" The demon and orc powerhouses engaged in the battle nearby had noticed the situation here and abandoned their fight to come over. Four elemental spirits stood guard in front of Ray. A demon warrior helped Gray Shadow up, took a deep look at Ray lying on the ground, and then left. The defiant orc berserker roared in anger but ultimately had to collect the bodies of his comrades and quickly leave.
"Urgh! ... Urgh! ..." Ray withdrew the elemental spirits and knelt on the ground, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood. He remembered that there was a Starcarve squad behind him and silently put on his mask. Weakly, he reached out in that direction, and the white staff returned to his hand. The weak impact force still brought him down. Ray struggled to get up again with his disabled right hand, and the Starcarve group hesitantly approached from the other side.
"Oh, Ray! You have fallen to such a state of despair. If not for The Quietus, you would have died in battle here today..." Ray, who had knelt back up, said self-mockingly in a low voice. Blood continued to flow through the wounds of varying sizes all over his body, and his right arm hung limp. He didn't even have the strength to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth. He looked at the hesitant group not far away and gave a foolish laugh. With the last bit of strength he had gathered, he teleported away
