Chapter 547 Veiled Legend: Luke Bowthe



His aura condensed on the sword, making radiant heat and light particles converge and weave together into a searing, vibrant plasma sword.

With an arcing swing, the sword slashed through the colossal five-pronged lightning magic that the King unleashed, unravelling its electrifying constructs into dissipating sparks and rendering the once-menacing magic into mere traces of dissipating energy.

"Damn...that skill's cool."

Evan spoke as he dipped his hands into his inventory and pulled out a large obsidian orb whose surface shimmered as it reflected the light from the clash between Luke and the King.

Twelve perfectly symmetrical holes adorned its circumference, each meticulously carved with intricate runic symbols that seemed to pulsate with magic energy.

From the bottom and top sections, three short pipe extensions emerged, adorned with smaller, yet equally elaborate carvings that hinted at the orb's role as a conduit for potent energies.

[The heck is that?]

"Arcanum Eclipsor. An artifact that can absorb Nuclear Magic."

As if taking Evan's words as a cue, the King slammed his palms together and generated a large triangular-shaped spell 'circle' surrounded by five rings of red light.

'Nuclear Magic: Nuclear Cannon.'

As if harnessing the raw fury of the sun, a searing ray of destructive power surged forth with relentless speed, slicing through the air like a vengeful comet on a collision course with Luke.

The surrounding area quivered as the blinding beam streaked forward, and Kayla couldn't help but feel cold sweat even though she was in her spiritual body.

[Mind using that thing now?]

'Not yet.'

Evan replied as he activated Harbinger of Ice and Elemental Sheild, before getting up as high as he could with his void steps.

'Thankfully, this place is unnecessarily large.'

As he had that thought, Luke rose his sword and slashed forward, his plasma sword colliding with the cannon in a tempest of brilliance.

**KAAABOOOOMMM!!!!

A thunderous impact echoed as Luke's attack 'smacked down' the beam, effectively redirecting it towards the ground, followed by a display of magnificent energy as the explosion of both forces consumed the space between them.

Even the damage absorption runes could not absorb it all, flickering dangerously as the barrier around the room cracked.

Slowly, the detonation began to wane, and the energy storm subsided, leaving behind an aura of smouldering intensity. The air itself was charged, and the very ground trembled under the weight of the forces that had collided.

As the dust settled, the aftermath of the clash was revealed.

The 'ground' of the Hall was no more, having been ripped asunder in the wake of the energy collision, leaving a massive crater of roughly 70 metres in width and descending more than 10 times that in depth, yawning open like a scar upon the land.

The chasm stretched deep underground, delving towards the heart of the mountain upon which the castle had been perched atop.

Without hesitation, the two continued their battle, with movements that surpassed the boundaries of what Evan could perceive in his base state.

Sonic booms resonated through the air as Luke dashed and charged towards the King who teleported to evade the Sword Saint's swift but powerful strikes.

But the man's temporal prowess allowed him to match each teleportation.

Barriers of magic crumbled under Luke's relentless assault, while the plasma blade left a lingering burn that gnawed at the King's strength.

Any other attempts to unleash Nuclear Magic Spells were met with quick and decisive counters, and though the King had tried using a World Magic Spell, the casting time was far too 'long' for someone like Luke who could move at supersonic speed, and had time acceleration.

Notwithstanding the fact that they were in an enclosed space.

Luke obliterated the forming magic circles with precise slashes, his skilful manoeuvres finally forcing the King down onto the floor in front of his throne.

The Sword Saint landed on the other end of the chasm in the room, taking a deep breath as he channelled his energy into the blades to prepare for the final clash.

At the same time, Evan, who had now activated his concealment skill on himself, activated the Arcanum in preparation for the King's trump card Nuclear Magic spell.

Luke took a stance, his dominant foot slightly outward and he held his sword diagonally across his body, the blade pointing down and back, while the King's grimoire's pages flapped extensively before glowing with a deep black light.

The Blade of Lost Saints became a conduit for pure fire and temporal energies that converged upon a radiant beam of light that enveloped the blade in a dazzling aura.

The king's palms slammed together and five Tier Four Magic circles appeared, before merging into one massive five-ringed magic circle of black light.

Silence pervaded the Area as the two men looked at each other wordlessly; this silence eventually was broken when Luke called out the activation words for his unique skill technique.

"Photon Edge: Luminous Ascension."

'Nuclear Magic: Gravitational Implosion.'

A Localized gravitational field disruption manifested, resulting in a small artificial blackhole that began sucking in all nearby ambient energies into a single point.

Just as it was about to explode outward, a sudden intervention disrupted the impending destruction.

Evan blinked right in front of the Spell, the Arcanum Eclipsor in his hand and the intricate carvings on it glowing with a bright golden light.

The artifact's power resonated, drawing in the Nuclear magic like a voracious maw, absorbing it all in threads of energy that snaked towards the Arcanum, twisting and intertwining until the spell had been completely devoured.

For the first time since the battle began, an expression of pure shock appeared on the face of the King, his eyes widening in disbelief as he recognized the artifact Evan held—it was one of his creations.

Evan didn't dawdle, instantly activating his blink skill and teleporting behind Luke, making way for the Sword Saint's upward arcing slash that was already in motion, hurtling relentlessly towards the King.

***KAAAABOOOOMMMM!!!!!!

The torrent of energy surged forth in a blinding cascade, shattering the King's multi-layered barriers with ease, before overwhelming the throne hall's damage absorption runes until they shattered under the strain.

The king's grimoire flapped as he tried to activate another spell, but Luke's technique had twofold effects.

The tremendous immediate damage to any target within its reach, disintegrating armour, barriers and other defences with ease was only one of them.

His Series Skill's power infused into the technique initiated a disruption of the King's temporal flow, causing him to experience a brief time distortion that slowed his reactions.

This gave the Luminous Ascension more than enough time to cut through the King's defences, slicing through his form with uncanny precision.

Its power surged, the throne hall's walls buckling under the powerful energy and crumbling into ruin like they should have long ago.

Even so, Luke's attack didn't stop just there as it tore through the castle's three sections, cleaving through the very mountain itself.

A deep chasm erupted, splitting a quarter of the Verduracliff mountain from its peak until halfway, while completely obliterating the smaller mountain behind it.

The earth groaned, its surface scarred by the might of power behind the slash and echoes of the devastation reverberated throughout the land.

[Level Up]

[Level Up]

That notification appeared in front of Luke's vision, slightly surprising the man as it had been quite a while since he last saw it.

Even so, the fact that defeating a being of at least Level 685 only gave him enough experience to level up twice, showed just how high the Sword Saint's true Level was.

Something that Evan barely managed to catch a glimpse of mere moments before he reactivated his limiter.

|Name- Luke Bowthe

Race- Arch Human

Gender - Male

Age - 86

Level- 713

Existence Level - Legendary (Inferior)

Titles- Sword Saint of the Alpha Continent, 'Veiled Legend', Duke of the Great Western Empire, The One Stained by Time, Second Sword of the Empire, One of the Ten Great Swordsmen.

Class - Sword Saint

Health – SSS+

Energy - X1

Strength – X1-

Agility – X1-

Durability – X1-

Intelligence – SSS-

Condition- Normal, Limited Power.

Magic Tiers- Fire Tier 5, White-Fire Tier 5, Earth Tier 3, Water Tier 3, Time Tier 4.

Skills- Blade Shower, Pyro Hazard, White Fire, Sword Mastery (T), Weapon Control, Tempest Dance, Limiting Geass.

Unique Skills- Weapon Laser: Photon Edge, Ink of Time. |

Right before Evan's eyes, the man's status began changing, his stat values fell along with his Numerical and Existence levels.

| Level- 476

Existence Level - Grandmaster (Intermediate) |

Whatever means he used to limit his strength, it was so good that even Full Appraisal could not see through it.

"Where did you get that?"

Luke asked as he sheathed the Blade of Lost Saints, his gaze directed at Evan who was tapping the black orb half his height.

"Somewhere in Scieque. Took advantage of the Chaos caused by the Train Sabotage incident to move undiscovered.

Besides you and Kayla, no one else on Aidos knows I have this with me."