Cthulhu Gonfalon

Wor made about ten slashes in one goal. Every slash hit the god of Spellcaster, Ymirjar le-Peyroux, and it included one of the extraordinary divine powers, God of War light blade.

But, in the end, there wasn’t a result.

Dealing with such a situation, even he who was as strong-willed was feeling a little worried and stepped back.

It was a creepy incident, a warrior fighting with a mage. Not only did they not try to get close to kill each other; they retreated in a hurry to pull apart their distance.

Spectators that were looking at the sight were all shocked. There was a believer from Void Mask Church that lacked fighting experience, yet was passionate, who couldn’t help but shout, “Don’t retreat! Continue to fight!”

Wor naturally heard that, but he didn’t dash forward. Instead, he smiled bitterly.

He understood his own situation; his attack on the earlier round was to no avail. Not only did it expend most of his stamina, His reserved divine power was drained too. Ymirjar le-Peyroux deserved to be called a senior expert that gained fame for 3,000 years. He could tell with a glance that He lacked loyal belief, hence the weakness of His limited reserved divine power. With the round of fighting at close quarters, they met force by force to expand His divine power.

The colorful halo that engulfed Ymirjar not only had terrifying defense power, it also contained an enormous amount of divine power. Every slash on it would counteract a large amount of divine power from both parties. After a dozen slashes, it had consumed more than half of His divine power.

Even if Ymirjar didn’t take action, but solely depended on the expense of divine power, he would be able to drain Wor out, and pass away in the end.

Wor creased his eyebrows and thought about what he should do.

He was not afraid of death. Or maybe He was already mentally prepared for that. But He needed to work hard to gain success. Dying willingly wasn’t his style.

The true courage not only was the courage to face and endure death. It included working hard even if He was in a hopeless situation in order to fight for a string of life.

Those amazing miracles mostly happened as such.

After thinking for a while, he held the black long blade with both of his hands, raised it above his head slant-wise, and showed a posture of him getting ready to slash sideways.

This posture was the most powerful, the most strong among all moves. A skilled warrior using such a method would be able to defeat an enemy that was fully armored.

Wor looked at Ymirjar without moving an inch, but he was slowly calming down, like a pool of dead water that had no ripples. He was like a mirror that reflected the surroundings of its heart.

Ymirjar didn’t speak but showed a smile of admiration.

Facing such overwhelming distance in capability, a warrior that still had the courage to fight and even regain peace during the fight to give play to even more brutal measure, of course, deserved admiration.

But He felt a little pitiful too.

Why would such person become the God of Knowledge?

The God of Knowledge, no matter how one looked at it, should be a spellcaster!

Then, He couldn’t help but sigh. He sighed for a good person falling in with bad company, and also for his disciples and followers who didn’t thrive.

A bunch of legendary mages allowed a warrior to grab the clergy of knowledge. This was simply embarrassing!

It seems that I have been focusing on understanding and mastering the power of the root of the world all these years; I intended to include every spellcaster into my clergy in one goal, but I forgot to teach them! He thought in silence and wasn’t bothered by the battle before His eyes at all.

From what He saw, only magic could fight against magic. As the God of Knowledge had been restrained in his ability to cast spells by His Majesty the Master of Mystery, how would He possibly win against Him, relying on martial arts skills alone?

If he lost like that, the 3,000 years was a waste of time!

The flash of a blade’s light.

Wor stepped back again. His footstep seemed to be a little superficial and tottering.

In the slash earlier, He had already concentrated all his vigor and gave full play to his martial art skills.

But, the result was similar to the one before. On the contrary, His divine power that was severely damaged fell off a cliff again, already in a state of imminent danger.

If the battle continued, maybe after the next slash, He would fall into long sleep due to the exhaustion of His divine power.

To a new God who didn’t even manage to build the structure of Holy Kingdom forming a church, this pretty much meant passing away.

“Maybe the next slash will be the last hit of my entire life…”

With such concept in His mind, He slowly steadied his breath and regained calmness.

If there was only strength for one last slash, he had to give the best play and swing the most beautiful slash of his life!

Ymirjar’s mind was disturbed by Wor’s previous slash. Only then did the great mage realize that he was still in the life or death battle.

He smiled apologetically and redirected his focus onto Wor.

“Aiya, your situation looks quite bad.” With His eyesight, He could naturally tell Wor’s situation. He couldn’t help but crease His eyebrows and advise, “Just admit defeat. If the fight continues, you will lose your life!”

Wor replied with a calm smile; one given when one was ready to accept death.

Ymirjar’s eyebrows were tightly knit and he couldn’t help but ask, “Why? There must be a reason!”

“Reason?” Wor finally answered. “Why do I need a reason?”

“You are going to die!” Ymirjar said. “Humans can live without a reason, but they can’t die without one!”

“Betrayal needs a reason, persistence doesn’t.” Wor smiled a very calm smile.

“Loyalty shouldn’t come before ideal or faith!” Ymirjar creased His eyebrows and said. “You are not the God of Knight, your clergy is knowledge, the developing and expanding of knowledge, the spreading of civilization… Loyalty shouldn’t be more important than your ideal!”

“Everyone thinks differently. I don’t force you to understand me,” Wor replied. “To you that have lived for 3,000 years, and have watched the rise and fall of the dynasties, loyalty was something that was meaningless. Maybe even to the great Master of Mystery, you might only be following Him as a student, but not as a feudal official. But to me, Void Mask Majesty is my King. As His feudal official, I am grateful for His guide and support. If wasn’t for His assistance, I might still be hiding in the library, sheltered by Book Collection Majesty, hiding away from chasing troops while getting older each day in silence until time obliterated all my courage and strength, and I became a member of the cemetery.

“Void Mask Majesty guided me to move forward, helped me find my purpose in life and realize it. He lifted me to a higher level and saved me from an escapee’s life. A fearful and vengeful life full of hatred. He helped me become a great figure that praises were sung of. Finally, I even surpassed the limit of a survivor and stepped foot into immortality.”

He was silent and then continued. “The most touching was that He treated me as equal, and kindly! Such an attitude was even more precious than all the benefits that he may have bestowed upon me. Compared to it, being promoted to God actually didn’t mean much.

“Life of that caliber was simply nothing worth mentioning!”

He had hardly ever spoken so much in one go. After He finished His speech, he smiled.

“Alright, Master Ymirjar le-Peyroux, I’m done with my bullsh*t. Let us end the battle.”

Then, he took one step forward with his left foot and turned aside. He held the blade vertically before his chest, pointed at Ymirjar le-Peyroux’s chest.

“I will slash this with all my effort; I hope you wouldn’t be hurt by this.”

The God of Spellcasters kept quiet and sighed a heavy breath.

He took out a very common looking wooden staff and slowly raised it.

A golden ray suddenly concentrated on the top of the wooden staff. It then turned into a fireball and whirled.

“This is the magic that I was best at when I was making a living wandering from one place to another,” he said. “People like you shouldn’t die by exhaustion of divine power. Let me send you on your way with the magic I’m most proud of!”

Watching both parties going for the final round, Morani’s face grew grave, and even his body and knees were slightly bent, preparing to dash forward.

“I block the magic, you rescue Him,” Yorgaardman said as his right hand had a flash of light, and the axe that he normally used appeared in his hands.

But, their actions didn’t go as planned.

Just as Wor was launching his last attack while Ymirjar le-Peyroux was launching the magic that he was most proud of, an angry voice, explosive like a volcano, was heard from under the ground.

“Old man! Have you ever heard?” Sui Xiong’s bellow could even scare a dead person. “Don’t pretend! Pretenders will be struck by lightning!”

A blast spurted from underground and appeared before the God of Spellcasters. It clashed with the colorful halo and exploded in a dazzling white light.

This lightning made almost everyone at the scene lose their eyesight temporarily. Only the God of Justice managed to withstand such strong light and maintained clear vision.

Then, before the light dispersed, everyone heard His laughter.

“Hahahaha! This is interesting! This is too interesting!”

Interesting? What so interesting?

With suspicion, everyone regained their vision and saw Wor who stood in the air looking lost but still maintained an attack posture.

Huh? Where’s the God of Spellcasters, Master Ymirjar le-Peyroux? Where did He go?

He wasn’t the only one that was looking around suspiciously, gazing into the distance. But they couldn’t find Master Ymirjar le-Peyroux anywhere.

Morani was looking around with divine power, he searched at least within a hundred-mile radius, but he still couldn’t find Master Ymirjar.

So, he looked suspiciously towards Yorgaardman next to him. He thought the God of Justice Majesty who laughed maliciously earlier knew something.

Before the God of Justice could speak, Sui Xiong’s voice was heard from underground again.

His voice sounded very emotional and dissatisfied. “The hell! This old man is as hard as a turtle! I struck it with an electromagnetic wave; it only made him fly away, but didn’t break through its shell!”