Chapter 295 - One Word: Kill!
"Stealth attack."
Seeing Friedrich's magic fully unleashed, Serie unfurled a magic circle, and powerful energy began to gather in her hands.
She was confident that she could kill Friedrich in one blow.
But Kurtz gently pressed her hand down and shook his head slightly.
This is not about letting the other party go. Rather, Kurtz intends to take action personally. As the god-slayer Kurtz, he will send this old and powerful mage on his final journey. If anyone is to blame, it's that he made the wrong choice.
"Do you have any last words?" Kurtz asked calmly.
"They're all gone. It was my honor to die at the hands of Kurtz, the Godslayer."
Friedrich's words caused Leggett, behind him, to widen his eyes in disbelief as he looked at Kurtz in the air.
God-killer.
Only one person has held this title throughout history, and now it has been bestowed upon the man in front of him, whom he once thought merely shared the same name.
Leggett didn't believe his teacher was lying. In fact, he had his own suspicions. However, all his attention and killing intent were focused on Serie, so he subconsciously ignored Kurtz's presence.
"I see."
No wonder those two were able to wipe out their own vanguard legion...it turns out that the god-slayer is still alive! Damn it! This damned guy somehow managed to survive in a human body until now, deceiving everyone on the entire continent.
"If you had discovered it sooner, things might not have turned out this way," Kurtz said.
"I'm sorry, I had no choice. In any case, Leggett is someone I have to protect."
"Be more careful in your next life." After saying this, Kurtz abandoned the idea of continuing the conversation and raised his right hand, pointing his index finger at Friedrich.
Ultimate light condensed at his fingertips, filled with an aura of destruction.
A simple energy beam spell. However, the power varies depending on the user.
Seeing the energy beam in Kurtz's hand, Friedrich dared not be careless in the slightest. He immediately erected several layers of magical shields and prepared to use magic to counterattack.
Of course, this would only be possible if he could withstand Kurtz's attack.
"This is a technique used by the goddess of yesteryear. You should be the first human to see this magic. Feel honored!" Kurtz said.
Then, a flash of light appeared at his fingertips and instantly shot towards Friedrich.
The opponent had no time to consider Kurtz's words because the beam of energy shattered all his shields in an instant, creating a fist-sized hole in his chest.
The spell was forcibly broken, and his life force was instantly depleted.
The strongest mage in the Southern Unified Empire couldn't even withstand a single move from Kurtz.
Friedrich coughed up a mouthful of blood. His body went limp like a puppet with its strings cut, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.
But in the last moments before he completely lost consciousness, he still used his last bit of strength to turn his head with difficulty and look at Leggett on the other side. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn't say anything.
"Teacher!!!"
Leggett let out a heart-wrenching scream and rushed to Friedrich's side, looking at his lifeless body.
However, it was all too late to undo the damage. His greatest support and most loyal teacher died in front of him to fulfill his last responsibility.
"It's all my own fault for being so foolish as to provoke someone I shouldn't have."
Leggett looked up at Kurtz and Serie, who were now close at hand, their expressions indifferent. He then glanced at his teacher's cold body in his arms, and at the deathly silence of the palace around him...
A look of madness returned to his face as he forcefully activated his connection with the holy sword, attempting a final desperate gamble.
However, his attempts to contact it were like throwing a stone into the sea; he received no response.
Kurtz seemed to have noticed Leggett's actions and chuckled. "Is this what you're looking for?"
He waved his hand, and two, no, three, holy swords appeared in the air.
One of them was the Imperial Holy Sword that he had forged himself, but at this moment, it was being suppressed by the other two Holy Swords whose auras were in no way inferior to his.
"Orger and the Light of El?" Leggett murmured to himself.
As the three holy swords most closely associated with Kurtz, Athos is now held in Serie's arms, while the other two are naturally Orger and the Light of El.
"Thank you for your holy sword. I have come up with a way to deal with that demon king. Humanity will remember your contribution."
Kurtz spoke with a smile, a sight that made Serie, standing beside him, smile as well.
Stealing someone else's holy sword and then specifically thanking them is truly despicable.
"Should I thank you?" Leggett looked at Kurtz with a complicated expression.
"You're welcome. We're mutually beneficial. It's a pity the bloodline magic on it is a bit troublesome. I'll need a few more days to decipher it."
Leggett did not reply.
At this moment, anger, fear, regret... all emotions vanished from his heart, leaving only a sense of utter despair. His ambition, his empire, his dreams, all crumbled and disappeared in this moment, with the loss of his teacher, his death, and the Holy Sword.
He lost. He lost miserably.
With Leggett falling silent, a deathly silence filled the palace hall.
The place that once symbolized the highest power in the entire empire is now occupied only by the emperor, lying paralyzed on the ground, and by two figures who descend like gods before him to decide his life and death.
Serie sheathed the holy sword Athos. Her golden eyes glanced at Friedrich's corpse on the ground before looking at Leggett, whose face was ashen.
She subconsciously felt that, given Kurtz's consistent kindness towards humans, especially his leniency in always giving others a chance, he might spare Leggett's life, or even imprison him.
"What should we do with this guy?" Serie asked directly.
She actually wanted to finish off this annoying guy with a sword, or if all else failed, use a sealing spell to throw him in jail and lock him up until he died.
Unfortunately, that's probably impossible. The other party's identity is too special. Based on her understanding of Kurtz, she should let him go so that he can continue to maintain the country and thus focus all his energy on fighting the demons.
However, Kurtz's answer surprised her slightly.
"Kill."
One word: calm, without the slightest hesitation, as if it were a decision already made.
Serie looked at Kurtz with some surprise.
She clearly remembered that the last time the Southern Empire invaded the Kingdom of El, although Kurtz had repelled the army, he had only seriously injured the commander and had not taken his life.
This time, facing the emperor, who held a higher position, he surprisingly chose the most thorough solution so decisively?
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