Chapter 201: Second Bloodline
Back before Leon’s real body...
[The bloodline is suppressing itself to a lower grade.]
[The bloodline has become Heaven grade.]
[The bloodline is suppressing itself to a lower grade.]
[The bloodline has become Epic grade.]
Finally...
The same crimson aura as Logan’s began radiating from Leon’s body. Although far gentler than Logan’s...
The moment it appeared... Far away in the Upper Heavens...
A colossal greatsword embedded within an ancient stone platform suddenly began to tremble.
It was the very same sword Logan was wielding inside Leon’s memories.
[The bloodline is suppressing itself to a lower grade.]
[The bloodline has become Elite grade.]
The instant the notification appeared...
The crimson aura surrounding Leon became even gentler. Yet it shone with incomparable brilliance.
[Congratulations, Host.]
[You have awakened the Demon Monarch’s Bloodline.
Bloodline Rank: Elite Grade.]
In the Upper Heavens...
The greatsword shook more and more violently, sending terrifying waves across the surrounding space.
The disturbance instantly attracted countless experts. One after another, powerful figures rushed toward the ancient platform.
Far away...
A man seated upon a majestic throne sensed the anomaly. His eyes snapped open. In the next instant...
He vanished.
When he appeared again, he was already standing before the trembling sword.
The greatsword vibrated violently for one final moment.
Then...
Booooom!
A deafening explosion erupted.
The sword burst free from the ancient platform and shot into the sky like a streak of crimson light before disappearing beyond the horizon.
The man standing before the empty platform slowly narrowed his eyes. "Demon Monarch..." he whispered coldly.
Moments later...
The other experts finally arrived. They stared at the massive crater where the greatsword had once rested.
Every one of them froze in fear.
Back on the battlefield, the entire village fell into deathly silence. The orc stood frozen in place, staring at Logan.
The jackals had stopped moving. Even the surviving villagers could only stare in shock at Logan’s transformed appearance.
The pair of crimson wings behind his back fluttered gently. The greatsword in his hand radiated an overwhelming aura.
At that moment, Logan resembled a king.
Not because of his birth...
Nor because of his status...
But because of his sheer presence.
Logan slowly turned toward the orc.
Tap!
He took a single step forward.
A mountain-like pressure descended upon the battlefield. Except for the orc, the villagers and the monsters alike were crushed to the ground.
At that moment, Logan had completely lost his senses.
Everyone stared at Logan with trembling eyes. None of them understood what had happened. The man they had known for a long time... The ordinary villager who had laughed and worked beside them... Now felt like an existence they couldn’t even look at directly.
Tap!
Logan took another step.
The pressure bearing down on the orc increased even further. Its legs trembled violently, yet it still managed to remain standing.
Even so...
An overwhelming sense of dread had already taken root in its heart.
Tap!
Logan took a third step.
This time...
The orc could no longer endure the pressure. It dropped to one knee. Cold sweat poured down its face. ’Impossible... This aura... What the hell kind of aura is this? How did this pathetic human become so strong suddenly? And why wasn’t I informed that the third Elite Angel had a husband like this? He’s even more dangerous than all four Elite Angels combined. No... I have to run. I have to flee from here.’ It desperately tried to stand, but its body refused to obey.
For the first time since arriving in the village...
It felt fear.
The orc’s cultivation was far beyond the Martial Grandmaster realm at the moment. After taking the pill and absorbing Ariana’s attacks, it had grown stronger beyond imagination.
Meanwhile, Logan had only been a Martial Apprentice. Yet the power he was displaying now was so overwhelming that even the orc couldn’t withstand it.
Logan slowly raised the greatsword.
Then...
He drew his arm back like a fully coiled spring.
Leon immediately recognized the stance. It was the exact posture he had been practicing for the Third Form.
Leon could feel it.
An unimaginable amount of power was gathering at a single point.
"W-wait. Stop." The orc trembled before the might of the attack.
Even before the attack was unleashed, the terrifying aura surrounding the great sword was enough to tell the orc that the strike would be catastrophic.
Logan didn’t stop. He couldn’t even hear what the monster was saying. He could see and hear only one thing.
’Noooooooo. Logaaaaaan.’ His wife’s last scream.
Then...
Thrust!
Logan drove the greatsword straight forward.
Booooom!
Booooom!
Booooom!
Booooom!
One hole after another exploded through the orc’s body.
The next instant...
Its entire body burst apart, scattering chunks of flesh and blood across the battlefield.
Logan slowly looked up at the sky.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
A mournful scream echoed across the village as tears streamed down his face.
The orc was dead.
But so what?
Would Ariana come back?
An unbearable emptiness consumed his heart.
At that moment, Logan wanted nothing more than to destroy the entire world.
Leon’s vision gradually faded into darkness.
The next moment...
He slowly opened his eyes and found himself back inside the volcano. Countless notifications flooded the translucent panel before him.
But before he could read even a single one...
A deep rumbling echoed throughout the area. The entire place trembled violently, as though it could collapse at any moment.
Then suddenly...
Boooooooooom!
Something slammed into the ground right in front of him. The impact sent dust and shattered rocks flying in every direction.
Leon instinctively raised an arm to shield his eyes.
Several moments later...
As the dust slowly settled... Leon lowered his arm and looked ahead.
The next instant...
He froze.
Embedded deep within the ground before him...
Was a colossal greatsword.
Its jet-black blade was etched with crimson patterns that glowed like flowing veins. The majestic hilt seemed to beckon anyone who looked at it, urging them to wrap their fingers around its grip. A faint sword melody lingered in the air, humming softly as though the weapon itself were alive.
Logan’s sword.