Chapter 1431 7th Sword [4]

Chapter 1431 7th Sword [4]

Giovani didn't really have the extra space to pay attention to him after that original glance, but Damien was still smilingly watching the proceedings from the side.

'I didn't think it'd turn out like this when I brought Nikolas. I was really preparing for a direct confrontation with the order, but it's good that it turned out this way instead.'

It really wasn't, but he was telling himself that to feel better.

Honestly, Damien didn't care much about the traitor. He hadn't been with the palace for very long, so he didn't feel any sort of connection with the people there aside from those who were family yet:

He was building that connection with the Swords that remained, but the rest of them were just strangers to him.

Why would he care about a stranger?

Giovani was just a target for elimination in his eyes, and since he brought a weapon to do the eliminating part for him, he didn't have to pay it any more mind.

However, Giovani presented a variable far larger than himself.

'The Divine Order was supposed to be a small problem, but it's looking like it'll be anything but. At this rate, I don't even know how we're going to confront the three-pronged assault we're currently facing.'

The Divine Order's power was more manageable, but with the information they had, they became a demon on the same level as the Straea Clan.

'The Divine Order was supposed to be a small problem, but it's looking like it'll be anything but. At this rate, I don't even know how we're going to confront the three-pronged assault we're currently facing.'

The Divine Order's power was more manageable, but with the information they had, they became a demon on the same level as the Straea Clan.

Damien was able to act covertly against the Divine Order because of their proximity and his disguises, but his facade wouldn't be able to last once the Straea Clan caught wind of what was happening.

They never showed any direct kinship with the order, but as they were both working towards the same goal, it wouldn't be strange for them to start sharing the same bed.

'That's absolutely unacceptable.'

The current road map for Void Palace couldn't allow such an event to take place.

'The problem once again boils down to how late I got here.'

The situation was already in full swing. Damien was the one intruding when it was practically already at its foregone conclusion.

The alliance he feared was likely already a thing.

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'...not only do I have to pull the Veritas Clan in a lot earlier than expected, but I'll have to bring out a wild card as well.'

Damien sighed.

He missed the frontline. Being able to just fight and solve all his problems that way was far more entertaining than spending most of his time planning for the future.

'But on the bright side, once this is all over with, I'll be able to run wild without anything to stop me.'

He looked towards the future with hope, and as plans rapidly formulated and came together in his mind, Nikolas also managed to do his job properly.

It took a while to convince the unruly Giovani that he wasn't going to cut it in the Heavenly World, no pun intended.

By the time he stopped swinging at Nikolas, his sword had already dulled. Let alone cutting a God, with the way Nikolas left it, it wouldn't even make a good kitchen knife.

He was temporarily crippled.

And the opponent he left in the Heavenly God Plane wasn't just going to sit around and wait for him.

Nikolas exited as soon as he realized Giovani's oddity. Just like the other man, the first thing he saw when he arrived back in the Heavenly World was blood being coughed up.

He didn't quite get it, but he wasn't just going to waste an opportunity.

He gripped his sword and moved it to his waist, still sheathed.

Only a single movement was made from there.

One, extremely clean, almost impossibly fast, sword strike.

Nikolas was on the other side of the coliseum before anyone knew it.

As for Giovani...

Everything went still for a second.

Sixteen sword slashes appeared in the air as one, all overlapping with different parts of Giovani's body.

It was a brutal scene.

They seemed to enact themselves in a sort of rhythm.

For instance, there were four slashes on each of Giovani's arms. Before the ones closer to the shoulder actually cut their target, the ones on his forearm and wrist would cut first.

Before Giovani's legs were severed, his toes, ankles, and knees were slashed first.

They were sword slashes perfectly executed so Giovani would feel the pain wrought by each and every one individually without fail.

"AAAAARGH!"

A sound of pain.

Thud!

A limbless body dropping to the ground.

If Giovani stopped struggling and focused, he'd have found that his mana was already moving as it did previously.

He had the option to flee or somehow fight back if he wanted to.

However, it was too late for him even if he did realize it.

Nikolas wasn't one to revel in things like this more than he needed to.

His sword went back into its sheath on his waist.

Another perfect slash was made.

And Giovani's body became a small hill of meat chunks.

Damien stepped in at that point and devoured his soul as if it was just another Monday morning.

That was the end of the traitor known as Giovani Perera.