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At the moment his power reached Legendary Apex, the Holy War System sent a notification.
"Congratulations, host has reached the Third Tier level and acquired the skill—Holy!"
In the next instant, Garen swung Judgment and the Blade of Judgment towards himself.
The new skill was an advancement of justice, having strictly reached the fourth tier. It not only allowed Garen to unleash a hundred times his own strength but also to sever all Chaos that should not exist.
The Crystal Greatblade radiated light, nearly occupying half the sky!
At the moment the massive blade descended, the Emerald Battle Aura surrounding Garen erupted with a series of explosive sounds, shattering like countless bursting spheres into tiny, sparkling fragments that scattered with the wind. Simultaneously, Garen's Qi Xuan shrank to half its size in an instant!
"Boom!"
Just as he had stepped into Legendary Apex, his power plummeted back down.
"Buzz!" At that moment, a second Judgment and Blade of Judgment appeared!
The two Crystal Greatblades stood opposite each other, as magnificent as a chasm, before crashing down with a thunderous roar!
"Poof!" Garen spat out a mouthful of blood. In that moment, his Qi Xuan was completely shattered, and the Golden Fighting Qi surged forth like a torrent breaking through a dam. Trees bowed down, and a hurricane swept across the entire cliff!
The Golden Fighting Qi and Emerald Battle Aura could be said to be the Source of Garen's Fighting Spirit. Any one of them would be astonishingly powerful if unleashed externally. Even when one type of Fighting Spirit was destroyed, Garen could still retain his strength because even if only one type remained, he could still stand firm on his own.
But if the two Fighting Spirits were to be shattered one after another, it would mean that Garen would be completely unable to wield the power of Fighting Spirit; his Qi Xuan would be dead.
It was an excruciating process, akin to carving away the muscles of a strong man or gouging out the eyes of an archer... severing the most powerful and well-trained parts of oneself in a brutal manner.
Fortunately, Garen still possessed the powers of the two Progenitors of the Bloodline, which allowed him to recover from his injuries almost immediately. As the Fighting Spirit collapsed, Garen's bloodline heritage surged uncontrollably within him, madly attempting to assimilate him...
But in the next moment, a third Crystal Greatblade suddenly appeared in the sky!
Garen's gaze was as resolute as iron as he endured the pain and swung the massive blade with all his might.
"Boom!"
The river of blood surging deep within Garen abruptly came to a halt. The Blood River dried up at a visible speed, revealing the eerie white bones at its bottom and the blood-stained riverbanks.
The power inheritance from Solomon's Sanctuary and Seydon's Progenitor collapsed at that moment...
The once restless Blood Power within Garen fell into silence. His breath rapidly declined, plummeting to the level of a novice legend... but soon, Garen's strength began to rise again.
The power belonging to Berfant erupted at that moment, continuously filling Garen's body, healing his wounds while simultaneously amplifying his strength. Meanwhile, Garen's black short hair gradually turned golden, and his face became more handsome, resembling Berfant more and more like he had seen on The Road of Descent.
Garen possessed multiple supreme powers simultaneously; this was inherently contradictory. However, due to their mutual checks and balances, he found himself in a certain equilibrium. But now that Garen was severing various powers within him one after another, what remained would quickly seek to assimilate him...
If left unchecked, Garen could very well be overtaken by Berfant's power, ultimately becoming a second Berfant.
This was a situation controlled by power.
But at that moment, a loud rumble echoed through the sky.
The Fourth Judgment and the Blade of Judgment had arrived!
……
Four Crystal Greatblades floated in parallel, almost becoming the most magnificent sight in the entire Eastern Continent. Countless people looked up; some speculated that deities had descended, bowing in reverence, while others believed that a Treasure was about to emerge and hurried off. There were also those who sensed something amiss and chose to watch from a distance…
On the peak of the nearest mountain, a figure cloaked in black bowed their head in silence.
"What an admirable warrior."
Agu An remained silent for a long time before shaking his head. "What an unexpected choice."
Not just in the Eastern Continent, but super strong individuals from various places felt an immense shock. At this point, anyone could see that this newly emerged legend had not fallen nor been harmed by others; instead, they were completing themselves in a unique way.
In Eastern terms, it was self-sacrifice.
On this path, everyone pursued true completeness, constantly interpreting Essence, solidifying their power, and striving for unity and harmony within themselves.
Besides this, there was another method: to sever the realm of Chaos. If one strike was insufficient, then strike again with a second or third blow until achieving completeness.
Compared to the former, the latter was destined to be perilous. Not to mention the immense pain self-infliction would bring, merely making this decision was something that only a few would dare to do... After all, before achieving completeness, one could never know how many times they would have to strike.
Even the slightest mistake could mean that until you had completely obliterated yourself, you would never see completeness.
The first strike meant there was no turning back.
Death,
or,
the true pinnacle.
"Boom!"
At the moment Bervant's Power was severed, Garen felt his blood enter a state of weakness, flowing at an extremely slow pace. Coupled with the fact that he had preemptively severed Fighting Spirit, he was almost at his weakest since arriving in Godeyas Continent... Even an ordinary person could kill him now.
Then, Sinful Power spread forth... like a venomous snake coiling around Garen. Gradually, Garen's lips, pupils, and nails were coated in a layer of Black Purple, and a sinister power akin to that of a demon erupted from him!
Garen's eyes shone with an eerie red light, brewing a sense of destruction. The ground beneath his feet became soft, and the trees and plants in the distance began to wither away; the entire cliff seemed to transform into a purgatory.
At that moment, the fifth Crystal Greatblade emerged.
This final Crystal Greatblade coalesced slowly, revealing that Garen was straining to extract his power. Moreover, influenced by Sinful Power, the blade of this Crystal Greatblade was tainted with blackness, emitting thick clouds of black smoke.
This would be Garen's final strike.
Whether it was the remaining strength within him or the number of times he could summon Judgment and the Blade of Judgment... it would all culminate in this last blow.
In other words, this strike would lead to only two outcomes: death or glory.
Garen's eyes, like those of a demigod, fixed upon the sky as he spoke in a deep voice, "Demacia... will never waver!"
In an instant, his gaze ignited!
Flames blazed! Judgment and the Blade of Judgment descended with a thunderous roar, carrying an earth-shattering momentum, crashing down upon Garen!
In that moment, the mountains trembled, and dust filled the air.
As Agu An approached, the smoke gradually cleared, revealing the figure within.
He was adorned in silver-blue armor with golden edges, a blue cloak billowing in the wind. He stood firm, sword in hand, unwavering as a mountain.
Agu An felt a peculiar power emanating from him, something that had never existed on the Godeyas Continent.
At that moment, Garen opened his eyes.
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