Chapter 367: 16-Year-Old Inglis and The Meaning of Matchmaking (19)

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Chapter 367: 16-Year-Old Inglis and The Meaning of Matchmaking (19)

"Hmph!"

With a casual one-handed grip, Jeldegrva swung the sword to the side, merely intending to rest it on his shoulder. Yet, this simple motion unleashed a shockwave.

The sheer force of the shockwave sliced a massive horizontal gap in the crater near where Inglis and the others stood. The severed ground collapsed, forming a colossal trench that extended far into the distance.

"Oops, my bad! That's the only drawback of being too powerful, you see!" Jeldegrva exclaimed, his body having undergone a transformation. The brilliance of the supergiant sword seeped into the Duke of War, hardening him into the same golden substance.

Now, a golden-winged warrior wielding an enormous golden sword stood before them. Was this Jeldegrva the Duke of War's final form? He looked divine, and Inglis could sense the immense power radiating from him.

That power was

"Is this Ether?" Inglis wondered. The wavelength felt quite distinct from her own, and it seemed different from Black Mask's Ether. She couldn't mistake it for anything else, though. In essence, it resembled the Ether of demon gods more than the Ether of Gods and Goddesses like Alistair, who had once made Inglis a demigod Divine Knight.

Until this point, Jeldegrva had displayed no mana or Ether, relying solely on his physical prowess against Inglis. But now, having fused with the sword Carlado had transformed into, he was enveloped in a vast amount of Ether.

Without a doubt, this was the game changer. Inglis couldn't envision many strategies to counter it.

"Now, Inglis, let's not delay any longer! Show me the power that conquered a Prisma!" Jeldegrva challenged.

"Miss Eris, I hope you don't set your expectations too high for me. I'm not acting in the world's interest, you know?" Inglis cautioned.

"But you are acting in the interest of Rafinha, aren't you? I don't think there's much difference then. She's a wonderful girl, after all," Eris countered, glancing at Rafinha who was peering over the crater's edge.

"You really know how to hit where it hurts," Inglis grumbled.

"You can say I've known you both long enough to understand what makes you tick," Eris said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips before she assumed a dignified expression.

"Now, let's get to it. You can enjoy yourself as much as you want right now! I'll keep you company!" Eris declared, extending her hand towards Inglis.

"Yes!" Inglis agreed, placing her small, childlike hand on the elegant one Eris offered. At that moment, a burst of light expanded.

Amidst the golden glow, Eris' body transformed into a pair of swords. They manifested in golden sheaths at Inglis' hips, their exquisite beauty enough to make one sigh with admiration.

"Hou! Such fine swords! They have elegance I think! A bit too slender, perhaps!" Jeldegrva observed.

"Compared to your giant sword, perhaps. However, she possesses a strong heart," Inglis responded, drawing both of Eris' twin swords and adopting a stance where she crossed them before her body.

"That sounds splendid! Show me that power!" the Duke of War urged, assuming a half-turned posture with his blade resting on his shoulder.