Chapter 177: The Second Sword General

The Second Sword General

The Great Laws of World surrounding him began to roar.

The Law of War erupted with terrifying force.

RUMBLE—!

A savage beast phantom appeared above his head.

Its body was enormous.

Its eyes burned with bloodlust.

Its roar shook the clouds.

"KILL!!"

The Lunar Saint’s voice thundered across Red Cliff Mountain.

"War Heaven Devastator!!"

BOOM!

The Law of War surged wildly.

The world changed.

The entire Red Cliff Mountain was dragged into a primal battlefield.

The earth beneath everyone’s feet transformed.

The sky became blood-red.

Phantom armies appeared across the horizon.

Countless dead warriors rose from the battlefield.

Weapons littered the ground.

The smell of blood seemed to fill the air.

At the center of it all—

The terrifying Devastator beast roared.

Its enormous body charged forward.

Every step crushed the battlefield beneath its feet.

Countless corpses were left in its wake.

Its target was Austin.

"Damn it! Fight!"

Damien Salvatore finally broke free from the invisible restraints.

His black hair whipped violently in the storm.

His black eyes were sharp.

He had already understood.

There was no chance of retreating.

The moment the Lunar Saint launched this attack, the entire mountain had become his battlefield.

And Damien had his own trump cards.

Three fragments of the Eternal Tribulation Sword were already within his possession.

He could feel the terrifying power sleeping inside them.

His fingers tightened around the hilt.

A dangerous resolve appeared in his eyes.

"I’ll detonate the Eternal Tribulation Sword. Even if this old bastard survives, he’ll be joining me in the afterlife!"

He had made his decision.

There was no hesitation.

Yes...

There were still so many things he hadn’t done.

He hadn’t found Xiao Wu.

He hadn’t gathered every fragment of the Eternal Tribulation Sword.

He hadn’t truly seen the brilliance of this vast world.

There were countless mysteries he still wanted to uncover.

Countless places he wanted to visit.

Countless battles he still wanted to fight.

But—

He was willing to die here.

Because if he had to choose between surrendering and fighting to the end...

Damien would always choose the sword.

If he had to watch his brothers die before his eyes—Damien would not.

He could not!!!

The thought struck him harder than the pressure crushing his body.

His breathing became ragged.

Blood ran from the corner of his mouth, yet Damien barely noticed it. His black eyes remained fixed on the battlefield ahead.

Austin was there.

Nux was there.

His brothers.

And that monstrous beast was coming for them.

The Lunar Saint’s terrifying Law of War shook the entire Red Cliff Mountain. The sky had already lost its color. Ancient battlefield phantoms covered the heavens, while the savage Devastator beast charged forward with enough power to tear apart mountains.

Damien clenched his fists.

His fingers dug into his palms.

He had lived once before.

He had already experienced betrayal, death, regret, and countless years of searching for the Eternal Tribulation Sword.

He knew exactly what it meant to lose someone.

That was why he refused to watch it happen again.

Not them.

Not his brothers.

Never.

"The Eternal Tribulations Sword! The Eternal Tribulations Sword!"

The old name almost escaped from the depths of his soul before his thoughts corrected themselves.

The Eternal Tribulation Sword.

Within his dantian, the ancient sword trembled violently.

It seemed to sense its master’s determination.

The sword fragments resonated with one another.

A terrifying pressure began gathering inside Damien’s body.

His face slowly became calm.

There was no hesitation left.

Only resolve.

"To have a master like me... I’ve truly wronged you!"

Damien murmured.

His voice was quiet.

Almost apologetic.

The Eternal Tribulation Sword trembled even more violently.

Its sword body emitted a faint, mournful hum.

As though it understood what its master intended.

As though it already knew the price.

"No! Little Damien! What are you doing?!"

Austin’s expression changed.

He immediately sensed something wrong.

The moment he looked toward Damien, the blood drained from his face.

"Stop! I’m telling you to stop!"

Austin screamed desperately.

He tried to move.

But the terrifying pressure of the Lunar Saint’s Law of War still bound the surrounding space.

His muscles strained.

His black hair whipped violently in the storm.

Yet he couldn’t break free.

Damien smiled.

It was not a fearless smile.

It was the smile of someone who had already made his choice.

"Tch... I’m the Salvatore family’s Second Rank..."

He took one step forward.

His aura began rising.

"Death... you’ll have to wait your turn behind me..."

His voice carried a strange confidence.

The next instant, terrifying sword power erupted from his body.

The surrounding air trembled.

The ground beneath his feet cracked.

The Eternal Tribulation Sword within his dantian seemed ready to explode.

"This kid is trouble!"

The Falling Goose Lunar Saint sensed the change.

His expression finally became serious.

That young man was planning something dangerous.

The Lunar Saint immediately formed a thought.

The Devastator beast roared.

Its enormous body twisted through the sky before charging directly toward Damien.

The distance between them rapidly disappeared.

But that was exactly what Damien wanted.

His black eyes became frighteningly bright.

He had lived two lives.

He had carried the burden of countless regrets.

He had searched for the Eternal Tribulation Sword across endless lands.

He had watched opportunities slip through his fingers.

He had lost people.

He had gained people.

And now, for one moment, he wanted to throw everything aside.

No calculations.

No retreat.

No concern for tomorrow.

Only one reckless, glorious act.

"Listen well! I am of the Salvatore family..."

Damien stepped forward. ℴ

His robes snapped violently in the wind.

"The Second Sword General!"

The words thundered across the battlefield.

Living two lives, this was his one moment of reckless passion.

He had made his choice.

Even if he died, he would die standing beside his brothers.

But—

Before he could act, a colossal hand descended from the heavens.

There was no warning.

No grand buildup.

No divine proclamation.

One moment, the Devastator beast was roaring.