Volume 3: The Land of Mist Chapter 47: "Disarmament"
As the father of crows, in a sense, the entire territory of Black Crow is an extension of Black's power.
Therefore, when Blake finished asking this question, the two people he mentioned felt a chill behind them at the same time. It felt as if sharp claws might appear from the air around them at any time.
In response to Blake's question, William replied:
"As long as the girl is out of the 'God's Descent' state and loses her combat power, I still have some things to confirm with her. As for the one playing with the magic sword next to her..."
William turned to look at Remedios beside him, who immediately understood what he meant. She nodded and then shouted to the mayor of Fenghuo City:
"Mr. Morton, you have proven your position before, please step down now..."
"My position?"
Morton, holding the strange magic sword, did not look back, because he dared not take his attention away from the man in front of him who was surrounded by ravens.
He replied in a cold tone:
"Yes, my position has been confirmed in front of you...but what about yours? Are those rumors true? You actually made a deal with the Moon Realm a long time ago and sold the entire Ava Continent to a secret high-ranking being? Then what is the difference between you and people like Ward Fengge who hope to sell Ava Continent to the Empire?!"
At the end of his speech, his tone became excited.
"No, it isn't."
Remedios answered immediately, but she didn’t know how to continue her explanation.
If he were to stand in the other person's shoes, he would naturally come to this conclusion.
In fact, even Remedios herself could not understand what was happening before her eyes—her friend who was supposed to be dead appeared here, and used the high-level power of the Moon Realm without any scruples. The entire palace that enshrined the throne of the Mist Spirit was also temporarily pulled into the Moon Realm by the other party.
Even Remedios herself temporarily suppressed her doubts because of her absolute trust in William Kane and Blake.
She believed that there must be a reason behind this which she was not yet aware of.
But she couldn't ask Morton to believe in the two people in front of him unconditionally like she did.
As the most conservative elf in the whole of Ava, Morton Bloodblade, apart from his fellow high elves, all outsiders, whether in the Moon Realm or the Empire, are untrustworthy .
In his eyes, those who brought in outsiders were the most despicable traitors.
Hearing the question from the other party, Remedios, who didn't know how to explain for a moment, looked at William, and the latter immediately understood what she meant.
"Oh, please... Blake, just disarm that guy with the magic sword, don't kill him."
Hearing William's words, Blake, who had just lightly brushed his fingers across the sword, complained:
"It's really unpleasant to be tied up in the first decent fight after coming back."
"Just think of it as a challenge for yourself. If you really want to have fun, I suggest you go to the Dead Blood King's arena for a bloody game. I have two invitations here."
"Really? You're willing to give it to me?"
Blake seemed interested.
"Consider it as compensation for this mission."
William replied.
"Then let's put it this way."
After Blake finished speaking, he turned around with great excitement and looked at the two people in front of him.
At this moment, both of them were wary of Blake while continuing to be wary of each other.
Blake casually tested the sword in his hand and said:
"I remember there was a common saying in the past that our current situation was called 'Baroque balance'. Is this still used today?"
The sudden rise of the Baroque Knight Kingdom at the end of the Golden Age changed the balance of power between the Storm Kingdom and the Kos Empire in the center of the Vic Continent, turning it into a dangerous three-way balance. In later times - at least in the era when the Judgment Seat was active, people often used the term "Baroque balance" to describe a situation where the sudden appearance of a third party turned the originally stable confrontation between the two parties into a dangerous situation.
If it was just a one-on-one duel, it would be enough to just focus all of your energy on your enemy. But if the warring parties escalate to three parties, then the decisions that need to be made in the situation will be countless times more complicated than before.
Blake didn't wait for the two men to answer after asking, but continued:
"I'm not good at considering such complicated situations. And as you've heard, the orders my boss gave me were all not to harm your lives. So let's just keep it simple and let the two of you attack together."
Hearing this arrogant speaking style that was exactly the same as that of more than a thousand years ago, the last bit of doubt in Remedios' heart was dispelled.
No matter what he has become now, the one who wields this power is definitely the dark swordsman from the past.
On the battlefield, Blake's provocative words did not stir up much emotion in the two. At their level, it was rare for such a provocation to affect their judgment of the battle situation.
Cooperate and attack together? How could the two people who just planned to kill each other let down their guard against each other just because of the ridicule of the person in front of them?
This simple rhetoric is not enough...
However, their first mistake was to interpret Blake's sincere advice as a provocation.
After Blake said this, without any unnecessary warning, the next moment his body turned into thousands of ravens that covered the air in the hall.
Amid the hissing sound, countless pairs of sharp claws rained down on the two of them, and countless dark lightning bolts spewed out from the raven's beak. However, these dark lightning bolts were different from those produced by ordinary lightning magic. The tracks they passed through would not dissipate immediately, but would leave a deep mark in the air before slowly spreading and disappearing - it looked like a foolish child using his fingers to stain a piece of white paper with dark invisible ink and smearing it wantonly.
The blood-colored mist that permeated around the divinely inspired one suddenly shrank and gathered, eventually solidifying into a thick blood cocoon that wrapped her up, allowing her to withstand the storm-like attack. The strange weapon in the air, which looked like both a sword and a chisel and was covered with cracks, was spinning rapidly like a flywheel, constantly strangling the surrounding ravens.
Morton on the side immediately thrust the magic sword named [Inexhaustible] in his hand into the ground, and then countless spikes made of solidified illusory blood pierced out from the ground, densely packed like a sea urchin, blocking all the ravens approaching him outside.
It seemed that this massive attack could not temporarily break through the opponent's defenses. However, summoning ravens was just a warm-up for Blake's attack - he was not actually good at this.
Even if they all have the same authority over the concept of "despair" from the "Father of Crows", the way their power is displayed will be different depending on the user.
When this authority was in the hands of "Jackdaw Coles", he was best at controlling a large number of crows to attack continuously, wearing down the enemy with waves of higher and higher forces. This also coincided with his specialized position as a group fighter in the Judgment Seat.
As a humanoid individual, Blake, who has reached the divine realm in both swordsmanship and the use of magic sword, has integrated this power into his own fighting style after obtaining the authority of the "Father of Crows".
Under the cover of a flock of ravens, he appeared beside Morton like a ghost. Without waiting for the other party to react, he immediately swung the two-handed heavy sword decorated with raven wings.
The movement of swinging the sword was not fancy at all, and the trajectory of the sword was not weird or tricky at all.
With a simple yet powerful sword strike, as simple as a textbook, all the bloody spikes surrounding Morton were shattered into pieces.
That's right, with just one sword, all the spikes surrounding him were chopped into pieces, and then turned into blood mist and dissipated.
Morton, who was protected by spikes, was completely intact.
From Morton's perspective, at the moment when the sword was swung, he seemed to see countless illusory sword trajectories flashing around him, shattering all the protection around him.
Upon seeing this, Morton immediately pulled out the magic sword he had previously stuck into the ground and prepared to fight again. However, the opponent simply put away the sword at this time and turned away as if he had lost interest.
"Hey! Aren't you going to continue?"
Morton felt humiliated and shouted at the back.
But the other party still didn't turn around.
"No more fighting. The boss said to just disarm you."
The man replied without turning his head.
Exposing your back to the enemy in battle is the most arrogant and stupid behavior. Morton tightly grasped the magic sword Inexhaustible and planned to teach the opponent a lesson that he would never forget.
However, when he raised the sword in his hand, a sharp sound like ice cracking came from the sword.
Then, this highest-level holy relic-level magic sword, the Inexhaustible Magic Sword, which had once banished the chief demon general "Slaughter" of the Dead Blood King and was stained with the blood of demigod, shattered like a glass product.
