Chapter 273 (2): Auston, What Have You Protected?
Countless elemental monsters charged toward the pale reef, colliding with Darkness before shattering into pieces and being ruthlessly devoured. Auston swung Twilight Despair tirelessly. He kept growling due to the pain, and his sword-wielding motions were becoming skewed. The more pain he was in, though, the stronger the sword aura of Darkness became, which required more pain to fill the emptiness...
Pain and Darkness cycled endlessly. After some time, white filled the dark world, leaving only a few areas spared. Alan had gradually lost control over his vitality field. He was forced to reveal his true form, his face pale and drenched in cold sweat.
His vitality field was about to be destroyed.
Alan persisted because the goddess’s messenger had told him that Auston couldn’t bear Twilight Despair’s power, that he could endure it, but not for long. By continuously pressuring Auston, the latter would reach the limit of his tolerance and collapse. Then Alan only had to pick up Twilight Despair and reclaim part of the Darkness Knight’s power.
Of course, Alan could also challenge Auston head-on, experiencing Twilight Despair’s fierceness personally. While an open challenge would be impressive, a sneak attack was more efficient, though. Alan chose to avoid the blade without hesitation. He didn’t need to fight Auston to the death; driving him mad would suffice.
Everything was under Alan’s control so far. Auston dropped to one knee with his sword. Pain had paralyzed his thoughts, preventing him from swinging the sword.
Alan’s vitality field had also reached its limit, but he didn’t care. He laughed maniacally as he let it fall apart. Twilight Despair was within reach. With the power of the chosen knight bagged, why would he care about the meager power of a legendary mage?
Boom!
The two returned to the alleyway. A pale Alan was laughing nonstop on one side, and the Darkness Knight was struggling to stand up with the support of his sword on the other side. Auston was nowhere to be seen.
The two Dragonbloods and the Princess’s knight fell silent. Silvia clutched at Juno’s collar, stunned into stopping her assault on the knight. They stared at the Darkness Knight in horror, all showing disbelief like they were seeing a ghost.
“Dark-Darkness Knight?!”
Dragonbloods’ punches weren’t easy to take. Juno, her arms held up by the dragon-blooded mother and daughter, had taken a beating and received a few strange questions. As a result, she was still swollen in several parts of her body even though her mastery over Holy Light magic granted her incredible regenerative power and stamina.