Chapter 3109 - 638: Supreme Hera
Chapter 3109: Chapter 638: Supreme Hera
The Black Heart Demon Lord’s face changed drastically, but it was too late to dodge.
In all its years of life, it had only witnessed two battlefield breakthroughs.
One was Hera’s ascension, the other the Star Sky Sword Saint’s sword skill breakthrough.
Likewise exhausted and depleted, it struggled for a moment, then was engulfed by Sword Qi.
"Hahahaha, level-10 Sword Dao! I have achieved it!"
"Thousand-Eyed Swordsman, I’ll go before you!"
The Star Sky Sword Saint hurled the Autumn Water Sword from his hand!
"Catch the sword!"
Autumn Water Sword sliced the skies, leaving the battlefield behind.
The Star Sky Sword Saint’s form disintegrated, his true soul, with no regrets, vanished into the Mother River.
"In the next life, I will still be a swordsman!"
...
Nora Calendar Year 3540.
Deputy of the Void Holy Tower, the Star Sky Sword Saint, has fallen.
This is the first top-level powerhouse of Nora’s side to die in battle.
The supreme treasure Autumn Water fell upon the Giant Continent, landing before the secluded Thousand-Eyed Swordsman’s door.
Beside it, lay another supreme treasure, precisely [Flame Soul].
As of now, the Nora Alliance Army had lost twenty Level 10 Strongmen.
Including the King of the Underworld, three hundred Level 9 Experts have perished in battle.
The Nightmare side has lost eighty Nightmare Monarchs, ten have surrendered, ten have escaped. Over three hundred still resist desperately, but they are clearly no match for the joint Nora and Underworld Alliance Army.
Level 9 Dominators, a total of 1,001, have been wiped out.
Eliminating all Nightmare forces is only a matter of time now.
...
At the same time.
Ancient Dragon Continent.
Three perfect Ninth-Circle auras soared almost simultaneously to the heavens. Three gigantic wizard forms, shoulder to shoulder with the sky, hovered aloft: an Ancient God, a Divine Dragon, and the Golden Star.
One thousand, seven hundred years since ascending the Ninth-Circle.
The Gondor Three Heroes all attain Nine Rings Perfection at the same moment.
"The next step is legendary."
"Let us strive to ascend before the Abyss arrives."
"It should not be an issue; for now, let us sweep out the Nightmare remnants."
Once stabilizing their realms, the three headed towards the Nightmare World.
Two fronts, pushing from both within and without the realm.
The moment the war is won, shall be the day Nightmare vanishes!
...
Twenty years later.
On the battlefield, at the site of the Star Sky Sword Saint’s fall, the lingering force of a vast Galaxy Sword Qi remained, keeping ordinary level-10 warriors from approaching.
Suddenly, from within the star river, a furtive, shadowy figure crawled out.
Its aura weak—surprisingly, it was the Black Heart Demon Lord. By relying on his life-saving secret art, though he had dropped to Level 10 Middle Stage, he survived.
"I cannot die, for I am the Seven Sins Demon Lord!"
He crept from the battlefield, only to be blocked by a giant form covered in eyes. In both hands, the giant held two swords, with a greatsword clamped in his mouth.
All three swords—supreme treasures!
They were Flame Soul, Autumn Water, and Divine Wind!
After years in seclusion, the Thousand-Eyed Swordsman had not only reached Level 10 Late Stage, but comprehended level-10 Sword Skill. Now, his power far eclipsed an ordinary top-level powerhouse.
In this moment, the mightiest of the Giants was no longer the Mountain Giant King.
It was him!
"So it was you who killed the Star Sky Sword Saint. You deserve death! My worthy opponent, gone just like that—how will you repay me?!"
The Thousand-Eyed Swordsman struck with a ferocious slash.
The Thousand-Eyed Sword Scripture: where the heart reaches, the sword follows!
It lacked the sweeping grandeur of the Galaxy Sword Manual, yet was harder still to evade!
The invisible Heart-Sword Light swept over the Black Heart Demon Lord.
Caught inside, it struggled on the brink of death.
Even its true soul was wiped out!
Of the Seven Demon Lords, six have died—only the Sloth Demon Lord remains.
As before, the Sloth Demon Lord has fled once more.
He is no longer to be found on the battlefield.
Buzz! An invisible surge of force swept out, sending many level-10 strongmen flying.
The Thousand-Eyed Swordsman focused his mind and looked.
"Supreme Hera!"
Nora Calendar Year 3560.
Hera ascended to Supreme.
...
Hera’s path—
—was likewise a road of death.
Her eyes were like dead, silent pools. In her vision, all living things were as mayflies, arising with dawn, dying by dusk—a fleeting instant.
"Dawn and dusk worm—another insect of life and death."
Hera gazed around. The monarchs who moments ago wished to kill her had already scattered in panic and vanished. The apocalypse of Nightmare had arrived, they had all been frightened half to death.
Nora’s side now possessed five supreme combat powers.
Not to mention Nightmare—even the Astral World would gain nothing here now.
From here, Nightmare’s utter defeat was no longer in question.
"Hera, go assist Levi."
Emmon’s voice pulled Hera back to reality from her supreme state.
Disaster World, after sixty years of expansion, was already approaching the Dusk Sword River. It wouldn’t be long before the flood-like Power of Disaster would beat upon Nora’s shield.
At the heart of the battlefield—
The Lord of Disaster no longer had a human form. Its state resembled a nebula born from stellar detonation: undying, unextinguishable, devoid of self, completely lost.
In a sense, this newly ascended supreme was already dead.
Yet even its death throes could deal grievous harm to Nora.
At the center of its nebula body, cracks finally appeared in the Disaster Stone.
This was Levi’s reward for sixty years of ceaseless assault.
For he was not supreme—only level-10.
To have battered a law-like Disaster Stone to such a state was itself a feat to take pride in.
Hera’s consciousness swayed.
Logically, just after her ascension, she should not yet wield Supreme Power.
But Nora could wait no longer.
She strode forward, and in the blink of an eye, arrived in the heart of Disaster World.
Levi saw Hera’s indifferent features, and said:
"Thank you."
Hera did not reply.
Her golden hair danced wildly, Death Energy entangled her longsword.
This was a supreme treasure, transformed by her Supreme Power.
Its name: [Mayfly]!
As supreme Sword Qi boomed forth, Hera’s skill in Sword Dao was not high—not the equal of the Star Sky Sword Saint or the Thousand-Eyed Swordsman—but her realm was far greater, so her might far surpassed them both.
The Sword Qi struck the Disaster Stone, cleaving a white scar into it.
This made Levi breathe a sigh of relief.
Compared to his own attacks, Hera’s was far more effective.
Not because Hera’s power was greater,
but because she was Supreme—a force on the same level as the Disaster Stone.
Only Supreme can erase Supreme.
Levi caught his breath for a moment, then began hacking away again.
He too was exhausted, body and soul alike.
Every strike spent all his strength; it was as if a mortal were made to run a marathon at a sprinter’s pace—constantly burning himself down.
The Ancestor Body’s ability to repair could no longer keep up with the depletion of his Spiritual Origin. Levi knew, come battle’s end, he would be left deeply scarred, at the very least.
But he cared not. Compared to companions and kin who had perished, to emerge from the Civil War merely wounded was the kindest fate possible.
Days passed by one after another.
Levi would chat occasionally with Hera.
Though Hera ignored him, he did not give up.
This golden-haired swordswoman at his side seemed no longer mortal at all.
Her state was most unnatural, as if hovering between life and death.
Sometimes, she would abruptly vanish, like death itself.
Then, after a while, she would reappear, resuming her silent attack.
"Hera, perhaps you should leave," Levi said, sensing her change.
"If you wish to erase the Disaster Stone by yourself, it would need decades at least. My father’s all-consuming Eternal Plan is in danger of failure."
At last, Hera spoke, icy and emotionless:
"Your father is Sauron? Your mother, the Netherworld Ancestor?"
Levi guessed at the truth.
Hera gave him no reply; the woman vanished once more.
It was then dusk.
Levi realized: she always appeared at dawn, faded at dusk—she existed only in daylight, like a mayfly, born in the morning, dying by sundown.