Chapter 1430 7th Sword [3]

Chapter 1430 7th Sword [3]

Giovani's hand flashed out before anyone could react.

He was precise, powerful, and left no room for mistakes.

If everything went according to plan, Rein would've completely died there and the little Demigod next to him would have followed.

However, that "little Demigod" wasn't so little after all.

Damien couldn't react to a God's strike yet, but he was more than capable of reading microexpressions from this distance.

The second Giovani showed signs of hostility, he acted.

He was perfectly on time.

Flash!

A flash of light appeared in the world, blinding Giovani for a moment. The flash soon expanded into a whole explosion as it reacted with the elements in the air.

BOOOOOOOOM!

A cloud of dust rose in the air between Damien and Giovani.

In that moment, multiple things happened.

Firstly, Rein disappeared.

It was far too dangerous to keep his withered body in the Heavenly World for now, so Damien sent him to the Sanctuary where his soul would be cared for by Alexander and his body would be sustained.

Secondly, another person arrived to replace Rein.

Most of those things that happened were caused by him.

Damien didn't have much to do. He didn't have the qualifications to interfere in what came next.

He stepped back, watching as the new man appeared, his sword just inches from Giovani's throat.

Giovani barely blocked with his own sword, but if he had reacted a second too late, his head would've been gone already.

"...Nikolas!" Giovani exclaimed.

"It's been a while, Seventh."

The man named Nikolas spoke with a stoic tone.

"I was curious as to why the Young Lord suddenly summoned me, but it seems you were the reason."

"Young Lord?! Who–"

Giovani's eyes went to Damien immediately, only to see the man waving back with a cheerful smile on his face.

"Giovani, I knew you were a bit special, but I never expected you to turn traitor."

BOOM!

Regardless of how it died, it was still at the level of a God.

However, even that raised questions.

Why did Damien need him if he was planning to risk himself and face Gods himself?

It turned out that Damien was never arrogant.

He never tried to fight someone who could truly utilize their Godly abilities.

And when the time came, even though that person was once an ally, he ruthlessly pulled the trigger, bringing Nikolas back to the Heavenly World.

In Nikolas' mind, the facts were clear.

The Young Lord was absolutely an amazing candidate for his position, and would make a spectacular Lord when he got the chance. He was a man who could instill hope into the dying palace and bring it the glory it deserved.

As for Giovani? It didn't matter how long they'd known each other.

He was a traitor, so the only thing he deserved was death.

Not a quick one, but one specially curated for filth like himself.

It was amusing to see Giovani try to think his way out of the situation.

In his eyes, the young buck would always be the young buck.

No matter how much he trained in his bullshit bloody slaughter techniques, they wouldn't amount to anything.

The Giovani he knew was a man who reached the limit of his potential and became obsessed with forceful growth through artificial means.

A man like that, even if he gave off an aura like the one Giovani had now, would never be anything worth a cent.

Frankly, this fight was decided from the moment Nikolas appeared. The title of 2nd Sword meant more than Giovani could ever know.

However, Nikolas was a bit skeptical.

Not because he doubted his own abilities, but because the Young Lord seemed to have another crazy idea.

His orders were simple.

"Find a way to lure Giovani into the Heavenly God Plane."

It was easy to accomplish, barely even a task.

But what he said next was...

"Once you do that, the fight will be over. You don't have to waste energy on scum."

Nikolas didn't know what the Young Lord meant, but he was quite interested to find out.

So, without giving Giovani another moment to think his way out of this situation, he attacked.

From that moment, Giovani became nothing more than a puppet.

He was just dancing stupidly on a stage that he had yet to realize had been prepared for him.