Nameless King

“Oh… Looks like you finally decided to show your true power, doesn’t it?” Ezrin uttered with a calm look while looking at Amitiel.

At the beginning of the fight, his face was fierce, then it became calmer, but now he looked as if everything had already been decided and nothing could change the end result.

“You forced my hand.” Amitiel said in a majestic voice as he raised his hand, “I wouldn’t use this attack even during the battle with Nameless King, but it seems I have no choice now as you were much stronger than I expected.”

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

The space behind Amitiel gradually collapsed as shards as though pieces of the mirror were falling to the ground, revealing a bright white light behind.

“What…? Why didn’t he use this attack against the Nameless King…?” Alia muttered with a confused look as she didn’t understand how he could hide any skills when fighting such a powerful enemy.

“He just didn’t have time.” Alucard said in a serious voice as his aura intensified slightly, “The point is that the last time Amitiel fought a Nameless King, was during the Great War. However, their fight was not over since I had to intervene.”

“Hmm? You wanted to fight Amitiel yourself…?” Alia muttered in confusion as she tilted her head.

“Huh, you’re right, but that wasn’t the main reason. During the Great War, I took the side of the Nameless King. I hadn’t planned to fight Amitiel, but it was necessary since then there was an enemy Nameless King had to fight, so I had no choice.” ．

Alucard continued, “Amitiel was angry and fought me with everything he had. Of course, he couldn’t win, but after that attack, our fight was decided by a draw. He made me stay in agony time after time and disappear under the power of the purest light. I wonder how Ezrin is going to deal with this? Since this will definitely be the last attack.”

Whooooooooooosh.

Amitiel’s hair soared upward as a small white sphere emerged from the shattered space behind him that shone as brightly as a star. The sphere slowly headed upward while Amitiel’s aura rapidly increased. All of his massive energy was directed towards this attack since not only his life but also the fate of the entire Angel race depended on the outcome.

Ezrin watched as the sphere slowly increased with a calm look but deep inside his gaze there was clear anxiety. After all, his opponent was the Progenitor of his Race, so this was a true test, no matter how strong he was.

“Ezrin, you have merged with the energy of darkness, it is the greatest sin for an Angel, but… my light can cleanse you, even of the foulest power, just before death.” Amitiel said in a sincere voice as he slowly lowered his hand as if giving a signal.

At the same time, a huge magical circle with many ancient runes appeared above the orb, completely covering the shining island. Powerful surges erupted as the orb could at any moment crash down on Ezrin as though celestial punishment. It was a signal to him that it was time to act.

His pupils narrowed as the prickles on the vein on his head lengthened and dug deep into his skin, causing trickles of blood to trickle down. The blood quickly mingled with the darkness as several ancient runes appeared on the sword. They turned into eerie serpents and made their way along the blade of the sword toward Ezrin’s arm. The snakes dug into his veins and seemed to siphon the energy out of him, transferring it to the sword.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

The crimson-black flame flashed on the sword as everyone within a few kilometers sent shivers down their bodies. The power of the sword exceeded all possible limits as even Alucard and Gael felt it. They couldn’t believe that someone could wield such crushing power.

“Damn… Looks like that sword isn’t just his energy…” Alucard muttered with a dazed look as his pupils became vertical and his gaze passed over the sword.

He saw that in the depths of the sword’s darkness was a small, bloody shard the size of a grain. Even though it was tiny it possessed tremendous power and was the foundation for the sword.

“This shard…” Gael muttered as his eyes widened, “By itself it is weak, but together with Ezrin’s energy this shard becomes a weapon of prohibitive power…”

“Yeah.” Alucard nodded slightly and his eyes became sharp as blades, “One thing remains to be seen. Will Ezrin be able to swing that sword again, as it will surely be a dozen times harder now? I can’t even imagine how much this terrible weapon weighs.”

Crackle.

The magic circle glowed brightly as the orb transformed into a shining star. Its bright light blinded everyone on the islands and illuminated the entire area of the Lands of the Gods for a moment. Then, the star exploded releasing all its power in a single torrent that struck Ezrin as the only target.

Step.

Ezrin took a step forward as he gripped the sword with all his might by the hilt and tried to rise it. However, the sword felt as if it was chained to the island and Ezrin felt as if he was trying to lift the whole world.

“Ezrin… This is the end. Just take my light and die.” Amitiel said in a calm voice as the torrent of energy almost reached Ezrin.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

The veins in Ezrin’s body swelled as many cracks appeared in the ground next to the sword. Ezrin sighed as cold steam rushed out and with a deadly look uttered, “Progenitor of Angels is Amitiel, the Shining Star, today you will disappear from this world forever, just as your Title, for I will take another!”

Whoooooooooosh.

Ezrin pulled his sword from the ground, picked it up, and swung it with all he had. Many wounds opened on his body while blood flowed from his eyes, but he had already done his part as the tip of the sword reached the ground and the whole world trembled.