Chapter 1285 - 579: Your Sun Has Set

Chapter 1285: Chapter 579: Your Sun Has Set

To be honest, an enemy like this is not a suitable sparring partner, and an occasion like this isn’t suited for polishing one’s techniques either.

But Herbert did not give up this rare opportunity.

The Legion Commander’s combat skills had been tempered by blood and fire over thousands of years, honed on the cruelest battlefields of the Divine War.

Every single move contained ultimate efficiency and destructive power, utterly different from the Paladin combat styles passed down in the Monastery.

These were techniques created purely for the sake of killing.

Herbert was absorbing that killing intent and technique, transforming them into his own strength.

Besides, the current situation was not something only Herbert had been hoping for.

The Legion Commander had seen through Herbert’s intentions long ago, yet bizarrely he didn’t change tactics, instead cooperating very nicely and continuing to maintain this tug-of-war.

As if he were waiting for Herbert to slip up, and also as if he were waiting for time to pass, anticipating a... chance.

After this battle of hidden motives had dragged on for nearly an hour, the Legion Commander finally made a change in his line.

"All you can do is dodge, Apostle of Calamity?!"

His low growl came from behind the face mask with the rasp of scraping metal, the rage within nearly solid enough to take shape.

Before the words had even fallen, his sword stance shifted again!

The giant sword suddenly swept sideways; it looked like a wide-range strike, but halfway through the swing the blade twisted at an impossible angle, turning from a sweep into a slash, cutting straight for Herbert’s feet!

At the same time, the fingers of his empty left hand spread and he suddenly pressed forward!

It was not an energy blast, but a suppression on the level of Rules themselves!

"Hm?"

Just as Herbert was about to dodge like before, he suddenly felt his whole body sink, as if he’d instantly fallen into viscous glue, the air turning as hard as steel.

Terrifying pressure squeezed in from all directions, trying to pin Herbert in place and force him to take that insidious foot-severing strike head-on!

"The residual Power of Laws of a Divine Kingdom, huh? Heh..."

Herbert understood at once.

This land had once been Nenasha’s Divine Kingdom; as the Guardian stationed here for thousands of years, the Legion Commander had long since mastered the Rules of this region and could mobilize some of the remaining permissions.

The Power of Laws was the most terrifying force for any outsider trespassing into a Divine Kingdom.

With one side waning and the other waxing, the originally balanced situation was instantly torn open into a vast gap.

"This really is a pretty good trump card; used unexpectedly like this, I doubt many people could defend against it."

"However, it’s just a pity you picked the wrong opponent."

Herbert sighed inwardly; with a flicker of thought, the essence belonging to Nenasha’s ally stirred ever so slightly, and the congealed pressure around him melted away like ice and snow.

So, my friend...

Are you sure you want to use the authority of my dear Harmonious God to punish me, Her one and only ally?

Are you alright in the head?

Herbert broke free of the worst possible situation in an instant and blinked at the now vacant-eyed Legion Commander.

At the same time, Nenasha’s teasing, full of mockery, rang in the depths of his mind: ["Dear, just a reminder, what you’re doing totally counts as cheating~ There’s nothing honest or Paladin-like about it!"]

Herbert didn’t care in the slightest whether he was following any so-called "Path of the Holy Knight." He laughed and said, "Hey! How does this count? Besides, what’s yours is mine, isn’t it?"

"I’m using my own power to get out of a tight spot, what’s wrong with that?"

"Of course there’s nothing wrong!"

Perfectly reasonable, entirely legitimate, fully compliant.

I, Herbert, have broken no laws!

Upon hearing Herbert’s quibbling, Nenasha not only didn’t despise him, she actually chimed in approvingly: ["Hehe, if you put it that way, I suppose you’re not wrong~"]

As a self-proclaimed "Evil God," She would never stop Herbert’s shameless behavior.

Far from it—She would even actively tempt him not to "be a good person" whenever Herbert was about to act like one.

Meanwhile, having shaken off the bindings, Herbert faced the incoming blade. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward straight into the edge of the sword.

"Now then, it’s my turn."

Herbert’s step looked reckless, yet it landed precisely at the "node" where the Legion Commander’s stored-up slash was just about to be released, his previous strength spent and the next wave yet to rise.

He bent his knees and twisted his waist, his entire body like a bow drawn to the limit. His right fist drew back to his waist as brilliant sunlight condensed on his fist, no longer diffused radiance but solidified like liquid gold!

"Did you really think I wouldn’t dare meet you head-on?"

Then, at the very instant his power peaked, he drove his fist forward!

Simple, direct, violent.

No flashy technique, only the purest strength and speed!

Where the golden fist passed, space groaned and warped under the strain, the air in front of his fist compressed to the extreme.

Boom!

Fist and sword clashed directly for the first time!

This time, it was no longer a crisp ringing clash, but a terrifying detonation like a falling star slamming into the Earth.

Boom—

The raging shockwave exploded out in a ring, directly shaking the fortress under their feet to rubble!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The thick fog around them was instantly blown clean away, and even the giant trees far off on the battlefield were violently trembling.

The Legion Commander only felt an unstoppable, brutal force surge up through his sword. It didn’t feel like being hit by a fist, but like a mountain flying at high speed smashing straight into him!

"Guh!"

He let out a muffled groan as his body, wrapped in heavy armor, slid uncontrollably backward. His feet plowed two deep furrows in the ground before he barely managed to steady himself dozens of meters away.

The Legion Commander lowered his head and looked at his giant sword. At the point where it had clashed with Herbert’s fist, there was actually a clear, slightly sunken fist mark.

On the dark metal, a few fine cracks had even appeared!

"..."

Yet the Herbert who, in his expectations, should have been heavily injured... looked completely unscathed.

Herbert stood there calmly, looking down at his right fist.

The Death Sword Intent clinging to the Legion Commander’s blade was like a malignant tumor, crawling up along Herbert’s fist, trying to invade his body.

The white sleeve on his arm instantly turned to ash, and a thin layer of frost surfaced on the exposed skin, as if it meant to freeze his entire arm to pieces.

However, when Herbert circulated his Magic Power, a flash of golden light ran across his arm, and a Holy Mark representing the Sun appeared. That deathly sword intent was instantly purified and burned away by the scorching Divine Power.

Even with the Legion Commander’s iron will, seeing this still made a seed of despair sprout in his heart.

"..."

The two did not strike again. The battlefield fell into silence, the air filled with dust like the fortress’s unwilling wails.

But that silence did not last long.

The Legion Commander slowly raised his giant sword, the tip once again pointing at Herbert. The Soul Fire behind his face mask locked onto him like a vise.

That punch just now not only shook his sword, it also seemed to touch the deepest scar in his heart, one that had been sealed for thousands of years.

"Good... good! Just like that!"

The Legion Commander’s voice was no longer merely furious; there was a near-mad grief in it.

"This kind of power! This kind of... nauseating light!"

He no longer rushed to attack. Instead, he took heavy steps, closing in on Herbert one step at a time. Each step made the Earth faintly tremble, as if he were treading on echoes of history.

Yet facing the Legion Commander who was approaching, Herbert remained calm and softly asked, "You still want to continue?"

"You still haven’t realized the gap between us?"

The Legion Commander was very strong, definitely not a weakling.

With the Legion Commander’s strength as an Epic Strongman, combined with the authority of the Divine Kingdom, an average Epic Strongman would absolutely not be his match.

Unfortunately, Herbert—who was not bound by that authority—was the worst possible enemy for him.

"Apostle of Calamity, you are indeed strong, and you’ve mastered powers I did not expect."

The Legion Commander stopped in front of Herbert, lowered his head, and looked at this seemingly certain victor as he slowly said, "But now... your sun has set."

There was a hint of mockery in his voice.

The reason he chose to play a child’s game of fighting with Herbert, letting him learn his combat techniques, was precisely to stall for time.

He had been waiting for the moment the sun dipped below the horizon.

For the followers of the Sun God, after sunset was when they were at their weakest.

"My sun has set?"

Upon hearing this explanation, Herbert froze for a moment, then lifted his head to glance at the now completely vanished sun, blinking.

Then he gave the Legion Commander a very strange look, tilted his head, and asked in utter puzzlement, "...And?"

"The sun’s gone down, and then what?"

"What’s that got to do with me?"

Herbert truly didn’t get it.

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How many times have I said this.

I’m just a Saint mooching off the Sun’s power, not one of His believers.

I only freeload; my heart’s not in it.

Legion Commander: "Hm?"

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