Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 437 - 293: Duel (2)_2

Chapter 437: Chapter 293: Duel (2)_2

The next second, Malin blocked the incoming slash with his right-hand longsword and swept his left-hand sword horizontally, forcing back the baron in front of him.

The next second, Malin’s retaliation dodged this thrust, and the next second, using an illusion to attract the attack, when the illusion circling to the right was shattered by the hit of the sword hilt, Malin’s own stab had already been launched on the left side.

The baron parried the strike—the greatsword planted firmly in the earth blocked this lunge, but Malin’s exceedingly sharp longsword cut a gash in the blade of the greatsword.

Like a hot knife through butter.

The baron abandoned his greatsword, then dragged a bone sword out of the void.

It was suffused with the aura of Chaos.

The members of the Mage Tower below immediately reinforced the shield of the battlefield.

Malin looked at the man before him and sighed, "In the end, you still became the very thing you once loathed most."

But on the battlefield, only the outcome matters, and only the victor earns the right to inscribe the saga known as history.

The man, now transformed into the undead, stood there; within his sallow and blackened face, the red Soul Fire in his eye sockets tumbled wildly.

"Yes, but you forgot one thing..." Malin said, lowering the longsword in his right hand.

If you could have remained in the state of a living being, then we would have more to fight over, but if you have become one of the undead, burning with that ugly and sinful red Soul Fire, thinking to use such a method to turn the tide of battle, you fail to realize that such a transformation will only lead you to face death... true death, quicker.

Malin raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The next second, divine judgment in the form of a beam of light fell from the heavens, engulfing the undead before him in an instant.

Listening to its screams, Malin drove the two longswords into the ground—both the legendary weapons of the Lord of Justice and War God appeared simultaneously, which in the eyes of others might prove Malin’s significance to those deities, but to Malin... it just proved that War God was completely overwhelmed by cruelty in his divine position, and yet, he was still a Rightful God—pure murderous intent was all that emanated from this weapon, with no aura of Chaos.

...Maybe that’s a good thing, after all, Chaos can still occasionally act like a Rightful God, although the versions they play typically bear no relationship to kindness, and it’s clear that the War God is not an advocate of love and peace.

The judgment ended, and the baron before him was nearly dead, his flesh evaporated, his pale bones covered with black spots—an indication of erosion by Chaos. Malin could even sense the scent of decay in his Soul Fire—the baron had become a beacon without realizing it.

No one knows in whose hands this beacon will end up, but clearly, this master isn’t someone who follows the path of poetry and distance as a good person would.

Previously, the baron might have been controlled by Chaos, but now, all traces of Chaos had been purified from him.

He raised his head and looked at Malin.

It seems... I... had a very long dream.

"Baron Sayer Kate, you seem to have found yourself again," Malin said to the undead—indeed, he had come to his senses, but at the cost of death.

The Purifying Light is a sixth-ring Blessing Spell directed against the undead, and to survive a single hit, at least a half-step into legendary status is required, and that’s just the strength of an average caster.

The intensity of the Purifying Light unleashed by Malin was doubled, thus the baron was ultimately set upon the path of disintegration.

I remember who Mira is.

He mentioned Mira and then dropped to his knees, his finger bones crumbling, followed by his limbs.

My Mira, who always loved to sing...

Malin turned away, hearing the cries that belonged to Mira. At this moment, the Soul Fire in the pitch-black skull of her master also extinguished, and the baron embraced true death; his skull fell to the ground and shattered.

Malin turned and left the arena, then he noticed that the piece of amber in Faye’s opened bag had also turned to ash.

"Suddenly it’s all like this," Faye remarked.

"...Everyone must pay the price for their choices," Malin patted Faye’s head—he was beginning to understand.

Mira said her master had been seriously injured and had retired because the injuries were too severe.

Clearly, the injury was indeed serious; otherwise, he would not have transformed into a pale monarch akin to a lich.

His wife obviously loved him very much, otherwise she wouldn’t have continued to follow him after he transformed into the Pale Master... This transformation should have changed his memories, and Mira, as the most important thing, had already been forgotten.

Yet in a place unnoticed by everyone, Chaos had corrupted his soul, and another calamitous being had planted a coordinate within his soul, merely waiting for it to ripen and fall.

Mira, however, thought that it was her master who had abandoned her, and ultimately... the tragedy was thus brewed.

Thinking of this, Malin glanced at the Baroness, noticing that Lady Anna was now beside her, comforting her.

The lady must be in great pain, for she should have known what becoming a Lich-like Pale Master entailed, yet she still chose this path for the Baron who was gravely wounded beyond healing.

She thought she would be forgotten, yet chose this bitter route for his life... without considering that he might still remember her.

Sometimes... the more you know, the more painful it becomes.

Malin sighed, and noticed a young man from the Mage Tower approaching: "Is there a problem?" Malin asked.

"As the victor, you are entitled to a reward from the organizers of the contest."

"Go talk to my agent, Logan, I’d like to get some rest now."

Malin pointed towards Logan, who was not far off frantically waving his betting slips, it seemed the lad might have made a killing this time.

"Alright," the young man nodded and then walked towards Logan.

......

Watching the battle end, Manli felt some regret, for Malin had once again emerged victorious, just like in those novels and storybooks where the hero defeats his enemies time and time again.

This time, the Baron of Silent Hill had become the enemy; his soul, corrupted by Chaos, would likely become the most useful conversation piece for scaring each other’s children among the nobles of Regensburg for a long time.

Such a pity.

Manli’s heart could only harbor regret, for she could no longer continue to hate a child who had saved the kingdom.

Indeed, his existence might pose a threat to the monarchy.

But had he not intervened today when Baron Kay’s soul was completely corrupted, when it became a full coordinate, when Chaos or something else followed this coordinate here, not to mention the monarchy, perhaps the Mowish family would no longer exist—her husband, her children, all would have to stand on the front lines.

And to stand on the front lines means death.

Goethe was indeed a legendary figure, but he and her children were not.

So, this time it was Malin who saved her own family.

This, Manli knew full well in her heart.

So, there was nothing more to be said.

Fate had made choices for everyone, whether one accepted fate or fought against it, it was all but entertainment for the Goddess of Fate.

This time, she owed this child, and thus, the opposition ended.

Manli sincerely hoped that Malin had no aspirations for the throne.

That way, she would truly not need to continue fighting an unbeatable opponent.

Having finished her thoughts, the Queen of Mowish shook her head and then walked towards the royal viewing platform.

Earl Vanter noticed her, quickly getting up and bidding farewell to her husband.

Goethe turned, and with a smile to his wife said, "Dear, see, Malin has solved another problem for us."

"I saw, very satisfying," Manli replied with a smile, sincere: "I am glad that I was able to complete that transaction with Anna, because the child from my maternal home cannot compare with Malin in any aspect."

As a person, one must understand one’s strengths as well as one’s weaknesses.

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