The Supreme Divinity’s Sword was seen.
That blade imbued with the ancient deity’s divine power, that sharpness of pure white and the force it carried.
What could be done, and what couldn’t, with that sword.
No extensive process was needed to verify it. Even if it had fallen from grace, the Supreme Divinity’s Sword was once an Emperor.
The Emperor above all humans must have been capable of anything. Combat was part of that.
In the eyes of such an emperor, the sword was dangerous.
It effortlessly cut through any armor not made of white steel, severing any being with abnormal sharpness. A force that already acted like a rule in terms of cutting power.
As this power slowly waned, the Supreme Divinity’s Sword quickly judged.
And changed its target.
It was more correct to defeat this powerful entity now rather than waste time on something far beneath its strength and skill.
There was no room for complacency.
Here and now, Aslan had to be struck down with full force.
Thus, the attack target changed immediately. The Supreme Divinity’s Sword fully turned its body, firmly pressing its retracted right foot against the ground. Gathering strength, it twisted its waist to launch an intercept. Just as it prepared to deliver a kick—
Crack!
Suddenly, the girl behind the Supreme Divinity’s Sword moved.
Her action was a punch. There was no finesse, not even basic technique—just a reckless swing. But it was fast.
Before the regeneration was complete, the fist accurately struck the head of the Myth Slayer, tilting its body.
Tilting, the Myth Slayer hesitated while trying to regain its stance before Aslan moved.
Having let go of the victory within his grasp, Aslan struck again with the back of his hand, clenching his fist.
Clack.
A metallic sound rang out starkly.
Roarrrr!
A turbine-like roar loudly filled the surroundings.
Amidst the rising heat, Aslan’s fist left only a dark afterimage as it moved.
—!
Launching a straight punch. An iron fist striking the Supreme Divinity’s Sword precisely. With its chest caved in, the Supreme Divinity’s Sword flew away as Aslan glanced at it briefly before shifting his gaze.
[LEVEL UP]
There floated a message Aslan didn’t wish to see.
The experience gained from countless soldiers’ sacrifices had finally reached Level 10.
Aslan briefly observed the flying Supreme Divinity’s Sword and quickly moved his fingers.
Striking and pressing.
[Aslan]
[Strength 2] [Agility ■] [Health 2]
[Mana 10] [Spirit 10] [Luck 10]
[Angela Tail]
[Strength 10] [Agility 10] [Health 10]
[Mana ■] [Spirit ■] [Luck ■]
The investment was simple: 3 points into spirit, 2 points into strength, and 1 point into agility.
A few lines of text appeared. Information well-known and needing no further confirmation. Closing the system window, Aslan frowned at Angie, who felt discomfort in her body.
“Angie.”
“…Yeah.”
A melancholic voice. The girl wore a sorrowful expression knowing countless people had died. Aslan offered no words of comfort to her.
Comfort wasn’t urgent now.
So Aslan merely gave her a reminder.
“No matter what happens, don’t stop moving and trust me.”
It was a reminder that needed no repeating. The girl looked up at Aslan with a melancholic expression.
Somewhere in her golden irises, various emotions could be felt. As those trembling eyes disappeared into a smile, the girl spoke resolutely.
“I’ve never doubted you.”
Further conversation was useless. Nodding, Aslan adjusted his purity, gripped and released the arm of the Dragon King, producing a metallic sound.
Angie, having just completed her regeneration, clenched her fists and relaxed her tension with a soft thud.
There was nothing else to prepare.
Now there was only battle left.
From the wreckage where it had flown and embedded itself, the Supreme Divinity’s Sword emerged and accelerated.
—Kwaang!
Acceleration sound. It followed slower than its figure. Invisible to Aslan’s eyes.
But he could sense it. Seeing countless trajectories overlaid onto his vision, Aslan tilted his purity.
Squeeeek, Clang!
Flying victory. A diagonal downward slash. Heavy with momentum. But Purity could withstand it. Immediately upon blocking with purity, Aslan reversed the blade.
Claraclack!
The victorious red trajectory pulled down beyond the sparks. The Supreme Divinity’s Sword withdrew its blade by tilting its hand holding the hilt and swung.
A sweeping horizontal slash making a wide circle.
An unstoppable blow under normal circumstances but useless against Aslan.
Blocking the visible trajectory in his sight with purity.
Kaahaaaaaang!
‘Knight Killer.’
The moment the blade turns black upon contact. A sword strike aimed at the neck passing through purity.
Handling it was simple. There was no way to fall victim unless caught off guard.
It was also one of Aslan’s techniques.
Zzzzeng!
Deflecting the neck-aimed sword strike with the Dragon King’s arm, Aslan retrieved the extended purity and swung it. The intersecting paths of dim light and white light. The victorious red trajectory follows suit.
Clang, Kagagagagang!
The incoming white light is blocked by the red light, and as its path is pulled down, a thrust follows. Blocking the piercing purity with the hilt and countering upwards.
Blocking the upward counter with a cross-block using purity then deflecting it. The closing distance. Approaching rapidly is the dim glow.
The blackened hand of the Dragon King. Impossible to evade. Too close. Instead of dodging, the Supreme Divinity’s Sword chose to slip away at the last moment before impact. Accurately jumping back at the perfect timing.
Leaving behind the clink of crossing blades, when the Dragon King’s body slipped past the trajectory,
the waiting Angie moved.
“Huuuuh, Haat!”
Smashing down with both fists clasped together. The power contained within was raw brute force, redefining laws—a divine brute force. It struck the head.
Kwaaaang!
The myth-slaying body was slammed into the ground and bounced back up. Regaining consciousness just as it began to fade, Angie’s kick followed.
Zzeerrk!
The flying Supreme Divinity’s Sword tumbled across the ground, becoming covered in dirt. Without pursuing, Aslan used suppression.
Dozens of black feathers soared forth, following the extended black hand. The barrage resembled machine gun fire.
Rolling amidst the hail of feathers, the Supreme Divinity’s Sword evaded. Dozens of feathers pierced between its armored segments, blood flowing and staining the ground redder as it rose.
Swinging the victorious blade upon standing, like clearing away clouds, the incoming feathers were swept aside, obscuring the view.
Aslan’s plan was hidden there.
The moment the view was obscured, Angie burst through the feathers.
The momentarily stunned Supreme Divinity’s Sword.
It hadn’t anticipated the speed of Angie’s charge.
The greatly enhanced power of Angie’s punches. Her form accelerating with that power.
A larger frame than before. Flying fists. Before the Supreme Divinity’s Sword could react, straightforward and honest punches came in succession.
Bang!
Striking the jaw.
Zzerrk!
Hitting the cheek.
Kooong!
Smashing the abdomen.
Eeek!
Driving down on the crown.
Beating the Supreme Divinity’s Sword was clumsy, relying solely on sheer force.
Attacks lacking proper technique, unable to fully utilize their potential.
But they land.
Because the power behind them is extraordinary.
They are simply beaten without resistance.
Tututututututut!
Gradually accelerating. Gradually battering and retreating. It was akin to hundreds of insects simultaneously assaulting the body. The relentless strikes were cruel in that way.
With a roar-like sound, the girl, no, the woman wildly swung her fists.
Within the storm of punches, the Supreme Divinity’s Sword noticed two things.
Speed was the first, and power the second.
Yet it wasn’t merely about getting stronger.
It was as if she had become someone else entirely.
The reach of her punches had increased, and the direction of power delivery had changed.
Suddenly taller, bulkier, distinctly transformed into a woman’s body.
As if her body had suddenly changed.
That was all the Supreme Divinity’s Sword could judge amidst the storm. Opening its mouth to bite as per its instinctive nature—
“Huuu, Rya!”
Dodging the biting mouth and leaning back, Angie delivered a leaping knee strike that sent the head flying backward.
At that moment, the Supreme Divinity’s Sword judged.
Not similar, but truly different.
And as expected, Angie’s body had indeed changed.
The tenth level of superhuman capability typically comes with an independent special trait.
All stats except Strength and Agility grant a new special trait upon reaching the superhuman level.
Only Strength and Agility require both stats to reach 10 to unlock their special trait.
Its name: Perfect Body.
Reconstructing the body to match the qualifications and power of someone who has transcended human limits through divinity and reached the superhuman level.
Enhancing all physical traits, including the regeneration bonus from Health 10, and adding a 50% bonus to the existing Strength and Agility modifiers.
At this point, Angie’s body had grown strong enough to rival a high-ranking priest in raw power.
Simple yet potent performance. From the early access days of Eternal Dominion, this special trait was renowned for its strength. As her body landed, Angie pursued the Supreme Divinity’s Sword even faster.
Simultaneously arriving as the Supreme Divinity’s Sword crashed down, Angie felt her body changing every moment.
Faster and more powerful.
Larger and tougher.
Even the possible actions change. At the end of the pursuit, Angie swung her fist.
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