Chapter 189: Let the Holy Sword Fly for a While
With Grausam's death, Fidel's mental control was also lifted; however, the entire process of the Holy Sword being taken remained in his memory.
He let out a desperate, broken wail: "Holy Sword! My Holy Sword!!!"
He instantly collapsed to the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Kurtz shook his head helplessly at the sight, only able to comfort the mentally collapsed Emperor Fidel for now, as he still needed the other party to face the provocation from the Southern Unified Empire.
At least until the El Country's Royal City was temporarily stable, Kurtz was not in a hurry to track the teleported El Light immediately.
"Let the bullets fly for a while."
Kurtz looked in the direction where the spatial rift disappeared.
The wisp of light in his palm swayed gently like a compass before pointing steadily in one direction. "As long as this connection remains, they can't escape. If we chase them directly now, it might only startle the mouse and make it run away. It's better to let it safely carry the cheese back to its nest."
Serie's killing intent receded, and she understood Kurtz's consideration.
Schlacht was too cunning; he had already escaped from their hands twice. If they tracked him now, it was very likely he would just hide again, making it troublesome.
Only by casting a long line could one catch a big fish. It would be better to wait until the other party safely returned to his nest with the El Light and met the so-called New Demon King before they made their move; it would not be too late.
However, what Serie didn't know was that, for Kurtz, the so-called New Demon King was far less important than the information Grausam revealed before his death.
'Remnants of divine power?'
A physical body carrying the power of faith, this almost overturned Kurtz's understanding from a thousand years ago.
Back then, he and his companions had joined forces, paying a huge price to kill the Fertility Goddess and completely sever her connection with the Demon Clan. Even the seed symbolizing the core of her authority had withered and left this world with the Life Goddess.
Theoretically, there should be no remaining power of the Fertility Goddess in this world.
Yet that trace of contradictory aura, a mix of defilement and sanctity, that had leaked out when the El Light was contaminated.
Grausam's mention of the First Demon King's remnant.
The other party's ability to temporarily bear the power of faith through fragments.
All of it pointed to a possibility Kurtz was unwilling to believe but had to confront.
Back then, perhaps a highly faint fragment of the Fertility Goddess's power, or rather, a fragment of the power of that former Demon King, his own past companion Eric, had been left behind in the depths of the First Demon King's City ruins in some unknown way.
Schlacht had not only found these power fragments but had possibly created a way to utilize them.
And that was what Kurtz truly wanted.
The technique Schlacht possessed, which used these fragments containing divine power as a medium to allow people to bear the power of faith through their physical bodies.
This was a completely new path to the composition of the life formula that Kurtz had been seeking for a thousand years. If he could master this technique, perhaps he could find the key to rewriting the life formula and breaking through the human life limit.
After all, each reincarnation was taking longer and longer. Kurtz could not guarantee that every reincarnation would proceed smoothly. If even once there is even a slight error, leading to a failed reincarnation, the consequences would be simply unimaginable to him.
The power of faith, this was also what Kurtz was most familiar with. He had come into contact with quite a lot of it back then. Whether it was dealing with the Demon Clan, the Goddess, or helping Eric find release, it was all through this power.
However, he had always released these powers through the Holy Sword and had never thought of integrating them into his body. Unless, of course, he was tired of living.
To explain with a very simple example: taking all creatures in this world as an example, whether the Skywing Clan or the Elves, none could bear the power of faith, a power exclusive to gods.
If one wanted to bear this power, the prerequisite was that the physical body must at least be at the demigod level.
Theoretically, Kurtz, who mastered the authority of life, could rewrite his life formula when reshaping his body, allowing it to reach the demigod level and become an immortal existence like the Elves.
But that was only in theory.
To rewrite the life formula, one must have god-level power. To master god-level power, one must have at least demigod-level physical strength. Therefore, it fell into a vicious cycle, a closed loop that Kurtz could not solve.
And now, Schlacht had solved it for him.
Kurtz was already eagerly anticipating what kind of surprise this familiar "old friend" would bring.
After the matters on the El Country's side were resolved, or rather, when the Southern Unified Empire once again sent troops to invade, the Elf Miss appeared on the battlefield with an overwhelmingly powerful stance.
By virtue of her title as the strongest mage in the world, she actually forced the Southern Unified Empire to retreat.
Of course, it might also be due to the Demon Clan behind the other party withdrawing their hand. Having lost the help of the Demon Clan, the Southern Unified Empire knew it could not contend with the El Country, especially now that Serie, the Elf Saint, was also involved.
If not handled well, it may even lead to earning the displeasure of the Elf Kingdom, and that would be the same as hitting an axe on your leg.
Thus, the Southern Unified Empire went with the flow and directly withdrew its troops.
"Let's go," Kurtz said, sensing his connection with the El Light. "It's time to pay a visit to our old friend."
Serie nodded slightly, saying nothing more. After living for thousands of years together, she could easily sense the interest beneath Kurtz's calm face.
Although she had little interest in the divine power fragments Kurtz spoke of, this was absolutely something Schlacht could not meddle with.
If Schlacht had not meddled with this thing, then the other party would still be within her solvable range. She could very well let the other party continue to use schemes and tricks, just to add some fun to this boring world.
But once Pandora's Box of divine power was opened, everything would lead to an outcome that Serie could not foresee.
Without alarming anyone, not even taking Flamme, two figures quietly left the El Country's Royal City, heading in the direction indicated by Kurtz's palm.
...
Several months later.
In a desolate land in the north.
Kurtz and Serie floated silently high above, and beneath them lay a grotesque castle.
The New Demon King's City.
It was not entirely newly built; it seemed to have existed for some time. The black giant stones forming the city walls bore many traces of age and, from their appearance alone, resembled the magnificent cities built by the Dwarves.
Moreover, the entire city was enveloped by a visible dark purple magic shield, clearly some kind of barrier magic.
[End of Chapter]
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