The Hero King, Reincarnate to Master the Art of War

"Hmph…!"

With a casual one-handed grip, Jeldegrīva swung the sword to the side, merely intending to rest it on his shoulder. Yet, this simple motion unleashed a shockwave.

The sheer force of the shockwave sliced a massive horizontal gap in the crater near where Inglis and the others stood. The severed ground collapsed, forming a colossal trench that extended far into the distance.

"Oops, my bad…! That's the only drawback of being too powerful, you see!" Jeldegrīva exclaimed, his body having undergone a transformation. The brilliance of the supergiant sword seeped into the Duke of War, hardening him into the same golden substance.

Now, a golden-winged warrior wielding an enormous golden sword stood before them. Was this Jeldegrīva the Duke of War's final form? He looked divine, and Inglis could sense the immense power radiating from him.

That power was —

"Is this… Ether…?" Inglis wondered. The wavelength felt quite distinct from her own, and it seemed different from Black Mask's Ether. She couldn't mistake it for anything else, though. In essence, it resembled the Ether of demon gods more than the Ether of Gods and Goddesses like Alistair, who had once made Inglis a demigod Divine Knight.

Until this point, Jeldegrīva had displayed no mana or Ether, relying solely on his physical prowess against Inglis. But now, having fused with the sword Carlado had transformed into, he was enveloped in a vast amount of Ether.

Without a doubt, this was the game changer. Inglis couldn't envision many strategies to counter it.