Chapter 8: What the Hero cannot accomplish, let the Demon King take on.
Calandia spread her wings and soared upward.
The closer she got to the Star of Ruin, the more she could feel the terrifying pressure radiating from that meteor.
Measuring over a hundred meters in length, Calandia is considered a giant species in the human realm, yet before the Star of Ruin, she felt as small as a grasshopper.
Even more terrifying was the million-degree searing heat.
That temperature could not be reached by mere gas friction; there must be something else providing the heat for that meteor to attain such temperature.
Now, she and the Hero had reached an altitude several kilometers beneath the meteor, but even here the temperature had risen to several thousand degrees Celsius. If an ordinary person stood here, they would likely turn to ash in an instant.
“My Lord Hero, this is as far as I can go,” Calandia said, stopping her advance helplessly.
As a member of the Golden Dragonkin, Calandia’s body could withstand temperatures exceeding ten thousand degrees Celsius, but sadly, she could no longer approach the Star of Ruin.
At this moment, the air at several thousand degrees was entering her body through Calandia’s respiratory system, scorching all her organs as if they were being seared by fire, causing her great discomfort.
Moreover, she needed to conserve enough stamina in case the Hero needed her assistance while unleashing his ultimate technique, lest she be knocked away by the backlash due to exhaustion.
So this distance was already her limit.
“Well, you’ve worked hard, Tia.” The Hero crouched atop Calandia’s dragon head and gave her a gentle nod, then began to gather mana, forming seals with his hands.
“Great Recovery Spell.”
A gentle green light emerged from within Calandia, rapidly restoring her stamina and mana.
“Thank you, My Lord Hero.”
“No, it’s nothing.” He shook his head with a smile, then slowly rose, drawing the legendary Holy Sword, Flexus, from the void.
“Tia, I’m about to begin,” the Hero said gravely.
“Okay.”
With both hands gripping the sword, golden mana surged upward.
“Legendary Holy Sword, all restrictions lifted.”
“Boom!”
In an instant, countless ancient runes flickered, and Flexus was enveloped in dazzling golden light, illuminating the entire sky.
It was this glimmer of gold that ignited the hope of everyone in the Mornhart Kingdom.
“Look, what is that!”
“It’s the Holy Sword, that’s the light of the Holy Sword!”
“It’s My Lord Hero! My Lord Hero has come to save us.”
“My Lord Hero is invincible!”
“…”
In that moment, all those making an urgent evacuation involuntarily halted their frantic steps.
Now that My Lord Hero had appeared, they likely didn’t need to flee; in the presence of My Lord Hero, a mere meteor would pose no problem.
The people of Mornhart looked up at the sky, eager to witness this legendary moment.
The calls and wishes of the world came from all directions, and the golden light enveloping Flexus grew brighter and stronger.
This was the most powerful bug-like ability of this Holy Sword, transforming the wishes of the people into energy.
In “The Legend of the Savior,” it is described that when the Hero draws the Holy Sword while carrying the wishes of the entire world, no one in this world can become his opponent.
Soon, the light of Flexus reached its peak, and the Hero lifted it high, preparing to deliver the strongest attack of the human realm against the Star of Ruin.
However, at that moment, the cold voice of the system echoed once again.
The host’s attack will have no impact on the Star of Ruin and may cause more severe consequences.
The Star of Ruin is the will of the gods, an unalterable fate.
Please do not engage in futile struggles. Leave Mornhart immediately and seek refuge in another country.
Cold light flashed in the Hero’s eyes as he said fiercely, “System, if you utter another word of nonsense, once this matter concludes, I’ll find someone to kick you out of my head.”
But since the host insists, the system will no longer obstruct.
Just hope the host does not come to regret what they have done afterward.
“Hmph.” The Hero snorted coldly and said, “Don’t worry, I never regret my actions.”
Ignoring the system’s incessant chatter, the Hero concentrated again, raising the Holy Sword high, gazing at the Star of Ruin.
“O heavenly deities above all living beings.”
“I do not understand the intentions of the gods; I do not comprehend the will of the gods.”
“I am the Hero, and my mission is to protect the lives of all.”
“If the Star of Ruin is truly your will.”
“Then, when the wishes of the people converge here, this sword shall become a sword against the heavens.”
The Hero’s eyes flashed with golden light, and Flexus was suddenly swung down as she shouted with all her strength.
“Heaven, shatter.”
Terrifying energy erupted in an instant, resembling a brilliant golden galaxy heading straight for the Star of Ruin.
“Boom!”
A tremendous sound reverberated across the sky, the dazzling light from the explosion illuminating the entire human realm like the sun.
This was the strongest sword strike of the modern human realm.
This strike condensed all the Hero’s magic power, enhanced by Flexus and the earnest wishes of five hundred thousand people, its power surpassing all magic.
A mere meteor was but a stubborn stone; beneath this sword, all things would perish.
That was how it should have been.
“Whoosh!”
A point of silver light flashed, and the Star of Ruin, trailing a long fiery tail, broke through the clouds, reappearing before the people.
“How is this possible?!”
The Hero’s eyes filled with shock; she could hardly believe the truth before her.
A magical barrier.
It was a massive magical barrier encasing the exterior of the Star of Ruin, blocking the Hero’s full-force strike.
The barrier was complex, profound, and unfathomable—no matter how the Hero used the Eye of Truth, the information she received was nothing but a jumble of nonsense.
And in this world, there was only one form of magic that the Hero could not comprehend.
Filled with anger, the Hero clenched her fist and gritted her teeth, spitting out those few words.
“God, Era, Magic.”
That was a meteor carrying divine magic; its descent was a divine punishment, irreversible and unresistable.
“Bastard!” The Hero raised the Holy Sword, aiming it at the heavens, and shouted desperately, “What did those people do wrong that you want to kill them like this!”
At that moment, strange ripples flickered on the barrier of the Star of Ruin, and a slender beam of light was released in an instant.
The speed of that beam was incredibly fast, akin to lightning. The Hero didn’t even have time to react before she was struck.
“Puff!”
The Holy Armor shattered, and the Hero spat blood; the immense inertia caused her to tumble directly off Calandia’s dragon head.
Just then, a second beam of light lit up on the Star of Ruin.
And that beam was all too familiar to the Hero.
It was the light of the Holy Sword.
In an instant, the Hero understood—the magical barrier on the Star of Ruin did not block her attack but absorbed it all.
Now, the Holy Sword’s light, carrying the faith of the people, was rushing toward her.
At that moment, the Hero, drained of mana and heavily injured, felt the several thousand-degree temperature of the air instantly scalding her skin as her armor shattered.
She knew she could not evade that attack.
“Ah… could it be that I am to die here?”
“Dying beneath the light of the Holy Sword, how ironic…”
In that moment, the Hero slowly closed her eyes, seemingly having accepted the fact that she would soon die.
But the next moment.
“My Lord Hero!”
Calandia’s roar echoed through the sky as she transformed into human form and dove down at the fastest speed, finally arriving before the Hero just as the Holy Sword’s light was about to descend.
“Boom!”
The light of the Holy Sword poured down, instantly engulfing the two.
…
On the surface, in the Mornhart Kingdom.
The crowd, which had been slightly calm, fell into panic once again.
They did not know what was happening; all they knew was that after several beams of brilliant light flashed, the Hero disappeared, while the Star of Ruin remained in the sky.
Meanwhile, the king and queen in the palace, thanks to the long-distance magical sight, were able to see everything clearly.
With tears in her eyes, the queen covered her mouth and trembled, saying, “My Lord Hero has lost.”
“Alas, it seems the fate of Mornhart ends here,” the king said, holding the queen, helplessly.
“How could My Lord Hero lose?” the queen exclaimed excitedly. “He is the Hero! The Hero should be unbeatable!”
“But the Hero is also human,” the king lamented. “Being human, one will inevitably encounter times of failure.”
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Saint Franca Academy, Astronomical Research Institute.
“Ahhhh!” Julian pounded the table in anger, loudly roaring at the scholars before him, “Can anyone tell me why there’s divine magic on a meteor from outer space?!”
The research room fell into an eerie silence.
No one could answer Julian’s question; they also did not understand what the meteor that shattered the strongest legends in the human realm truly was.
At that moment.
“Beep, beep, beep, beep…”
A massive alarm echoed through the research room. Julian impatiently looked at the lead researcher, scolding, “What the hell is it this time?!”
The researcher hurriedly approached the instruments, revealing a look of panic: “Report, Director! Something has breached the Saint Lania Barrier!”
“What did you say?” Julian quickly asked. “Is it the Demon Tribe?”
“I don’t know.” The researcher shook his head, saying, “That thing moves too fast; our equipment cannot capture its form at all.”
“A bunch of useless fools!” Julian cursed angrily. “Can’t you give me some useful information?”
“This…” The lead researcher also wore an anxious expression, repeatedly manipulating the instruments.
Suddenly, a researcher in the corner shot up.
“Director, I’ve made a discovery!”
“What is it?”
“That thing is heading for the Star of Ruin.”
“What did you say?!”
