Nameless King

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Depending on the Chronicle, the strength of the creatures differed greatly from each other, as the monster from the Third Chronicle, was many times stronger than the monster from the Second Chronicle.

With each Chronicle, the difference became more and more apparent, as you had to put in considerably more effort to get further.

Also, each Chronicle was divided into several conditional stages. It rarely happened that a creature would pass from one Chronicle to another without additional gain. However, there was one exception to these rules, and that was the Transcendence Stage.

'Transcendence Stage... This is the absolute pinnacle of all power in level format. It's still possible to evolve by honing one's skills and other aspects of overall strength, but our Soul Temple has already reached its evolutionary peak when we reach the Transcendence Stage...' Wain muttered internally as he watched Sven.

'I knew he had reached the Transcendence Stage, but I didn't think it happened so long ago. These events take place before the Great War, so he already reached the top then, but he was hiding it, right? Well, that's really impressive...'

'Agh... It's a bit sad, actually.' Wain shook his head with a bitter smile, 'Sven is right, I was the first to reach the Transcendence Stage and it was a little helped by my strength because I always felt that something was holding me back... However, that feeling no longer exists, because the Transcendence Stage is not only strength but also absolute freedom, even from the world itself in which we live.'

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Sven's energy continued to increase, making the entire space shudder violently. Birit understood that right now his opponent was getting much stronger, and he wanted to interfere, but he just couldn't do it because the pressure was too powerful.

'Fuck! That bastard is considered the third strongest of all Arkans, but it turns out he's already reached the Transcendence Stage?! Birit inwardly exclaimed furiously with a frown.

Whooooooooooooooooosh.

Birit flapped his wings several times, creating a protective barrier of darkness around him, and his gaze changed. All of his emotions quickly settled as he calmed down while Sven replenished his energy.

"Maybe my Transcendence Stage isn't as stable as his, but it will only give me more strength, won't it?" Birit whispered, taking a deep breath. He was between the two stages, for he could only gain Transcendence Stage's power if he used the ancient skill of all Dragons.

'It cost me a lot of effort to learn this, even for Elders to use it can be problematic, but I'm ready for a powerful payoff if it helps me win!' Birit exclaimed inwardly and his aura began to increase, but the energy did not go beyond the sphere.

'Hmm...? Is he too...?" Wain muttered in disbelief as his gaze fell on the dark orb, "I haven't seen a really strong Dragon fight in a long time... Hah, looks like this fight will be more interesting than I thought."

Gradually, the energy fluctuations calmed and Sven took a deep breath. His blue eyes were deep and cold while waves of energy ran through his body, filling him with power.

"Hmm? What is that?" Sven muttered, staring at the dark orb, "Are you deciding to go full defensive or are you preparing some kind of powerful attack...? Well, either way, I'm not going to just stand there and watch it."

Step. Step. Step.

Sven stepped down the hill, striding through the air and moving forward. When he stopped, he held his hand up and his eyes sparkled.

"You're not Olax or Nameless King, you can't stop me from absorbing energy from my surroundings, so if you don't have a trump card, it's over for you." Sven calmly said as a huge magical circle appeared above him.

This magic circle was different from the previous ones in that it did not contain a star pattern, but this magic circle contained many ancient symbols.

"This will be a simple but devastating attack that I will spend most of my energy on, see if you can survive after that!" Sven exclaimed before swinging his arm.

Whooooooooooooooooooooosh.

The symbols of the magic circle glowed brightly, then white swords flew out of them, which rained down on the dark orb, destroying everything around it.

Unlike the lasers, the swords had no explosive power, but there were so many that when they collided with the ground, a cloud of dust rose up and the stones were scattered into tiny shards.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

Most of the swords, fell on the dark orb gradually destroying it, but Birit was ready for it. His wings, covered with hundreds of protective scales, were great armor for him while he calmed his mind.

The swords shattered the protective plates, partially pierced his wings, and left many wounds on his body, but Birit did not react to this at all, it seemed that in an instant he was a different person.

"Hah, this guy is actually a pretty capable Dragon. He knows it takes total concentration to do it, so he's patient, even though Sven keeps attacking him." Wain grinned with an excited expression.

"Pffffff, how careless. I thought you would try to counterattack. In that case, I won't give you another chance." Sven shook his head and stretched his arms forward, creating a small sphere of pure energy between his palms.

"Damn... This is bad..." Marlis muttered as she drew her hand forward and created a few protective barriers in front of her.

"Hmm? Do you know what Sven is going to do?" Osvald was puzzled.

"Yeah... This attack will be much more powerful than all the previous ones and we are pretty close to the fight, so if you don't want to get hurt get behind me." Marlis said seriously.

"Hah, who do you think I am? I'm not going to back down! If this attack was headed straight for me, it wouldn't stop me. Why do I have to hide? I can just do this!" Osvald exclaimed in excitement as dense energy covered his entire body, making the space around him shake because of the powerful pressure.

'Agh... That idiot... He makes the same mistake every time... Although, that's what he's all about.' Marlis shook her head.