Chapter 13: Keeper of Light

"Ah, you mean you're eyeing me?"

This is a calamity that is completely unjustified, and there is no reason for calamity to come up.

Annoyance is certain, but Cang Zhen also has to admit that he has done similar things.

"I am the ancient Persian god of war, Verethrana, who has come in search of defeat! Please give me a defeat, please give me a strong enemy, please give me a real battle! Strong, are you the one who can bestow me with defeat? ”

The boy stared at Cangzhen with an eager gaze, and the loneliness of not meeting an opponent drove him crazy.

As the night darkens, the sun's rays disappear from the sky and are replaced by a thick darkness.

Veleslana was the ancient Persian god of war and the guardian of the god of light, Mithra, who was the embodiment of the sun, so he was also called the "Guardian of Light".

Even if he turns into a perverse body, he can have the support of his past master under the sun.

Of course, just as Cangzhen will not be weakened during the day, even at night, his combat effectiveness will not decrease.

"Welles Lana ......"

Cang Zhen repeated the name, but he had no knowledge of it at all.

Just as ordinary people don't learn those complicated mythological knowledge, they have at most a small part of their own country's mythological knowledge in their minds.

He had never heard of a foreign deity like Veleslana.

But it doesn't matter much, Cangzhen doesn't need to know about that.

Knowing who you are and who you may have can increase your chances of success, but you have to understand that many times we can't do that.

And what Cang Zhen is best at is to find out the details of the opponent in battle.

"Then, son of the dragon, show your martial prowess!"

The boy turned into a strong wind and flew into the air, and the sword that shone with a golden luster was aimed at Cangzhen.

The murderous aura stabbed Pao Zhen's skin, and that sword had the power to bury him.

Welleslana should have known that the night would increase Firma's strength, but he didn't care, the pride of the god of victory made him ignore this disadvantage. No matter what the battle he encounters, no matter what the enemy faces, he can hold on to the victory.

What's more, at the moment of the strong enemy, he can no longer endure Tianming.

"Then as you wish, I will give you the first failure."

Cangzhen accepted the challenge and was determined to crush that arrogance.

He doesn't believe that there will be a person in the world who will never fail, as long as he is a human being, he will definitely fail, even if that person is a military god who symbolizes victory.

"Haha, I'm looking forward to this moment!"

The boy let out a hearty laugh, indicating that he was also looking forward to that moment.

If the god of rebellion who seeks to come down from failure can get a happy defeat, it is undoubtedly more in line with his heart.

"In my name, I am the Guardian of the Light! Bless me, O sunshine, and the light of my Lord illuminates the way of my victory. ”

The word proclaimed aloud by Veleslana fell, and the light of the sun shone from the sky.

It was about seven o'clock in the evening, and although it was not very dark, the sun had already set over the horizon.

Cangzhen looked into the sky, and the blazing light wheel hung high in the night sky, burying the light of the stars, and the moon became a foil.

The sun did not rise again, it was just that Veleslana imitated the sun with the help of the power of "Mithra".

But even so, the effect of this pseudo-sun is no different from that of the real sun.

No wonder he didn't care about fighting at night, it turned out that he had the power to change the time of day.

"Do you think I'm going to ignore changing the venue to my advantage? [Darkness, please devour the light of the sun, and let the lightless night envelop the earth!] 】”

Cangzhen shouted to the "sun" in the sky, and the power evolved from his power swallowed up the daylight.

Darkness was born from the sun's radiance, initially as large as an ant, but quickly scorched away at the sun's radiance. Dark shadows spread in the center of the sun, quickly turning the sun into pitch black.

The dark sun is falling.

"Black Sun...... No, it's a solar eclipse. ”

"Language is light. The Spirit of Speech is the Light. So the light, the spirit of words, become my sword, become my sword! ”

The light appeared again, this time by the side of Veleslana.

This is the light of wisdom, a light that no darkness can conceal.

The power of the god of war allows Vereslana to see through the details of his enemies, allowing his most powerful golden sword to be activated. It's a pity that he doesn't know that the enemy in front of him is covered in a layer of skin, and he is just an impostor.

The name Vereslana means "the one who breaks down barriers", and he believes that this time he can also rely on his own wisdom to break down barriers.

"Dracula, you grew up in an enemy country as a child, and later took over the position of your father and brother who were assassinated, which is the origin of the 'Son of the Dragon'."

"Thou art a brave warrior who has repeatedly won victories by outnumbering the crowd and becoming the guardian of Romania. Because of the extensive use of the punishment of piercing, you are called the 'Piercing Gong'. ”

"In the past, you were a hero, dying in battle near Bucharest to protect Romania. The former hero was slandered after death and turned into a demon, the vampire king. ”

The amount of light continued to increase as Veleslana's words grew, and one ball after another rose from the ground and floated beside him.

The skill of words and spirits is Veleslana's special move against the god of disobedience, and the golden sword with the power to break the godhead and cut off the divine power is his invincible battle.

As Veleslana whispered, the light increased like a flurry.

Urus Ragnar is surrounded by countless rays of light, emitting brilliant brilliance.

This light pierces the darkness and brings the dawn to the earth.

The light gradually condensed, turning into a long sword with a golden blade, and countless golden swords like stars hung upside down in the sky.

Veleslana stood at the center of the golden sword, like a general defended by thousands of armies.

What it was like to be targeted by the Forest of Swords, perhaps only those undead who had faced the rain of arrows of the Qin army in ancient times could accurately say.

Countless swords shone with golden light and shot towards Cangzhen, and the number as fine as raindrops could not be found to dodge.

But Cangzhen didn't feel afraid.

Although his power was affected by the world and could be slashed by the golden sword, Welleslana got something very important wrong.

Perhaps what he is talking about is indeed the foundation of Dracula in this world, but it is not the foundation of Dracula that Cangzhen has become.

Dracula, the one inherited by Cangzhen, is the protagonist in the story of his lover committing suicide and cursing God to drink blood wine.

Welleslana's words are wrong, and the relevance of the truth becomes irrelevant.

Cang Zhen raised his hand, and a light blue shield appeared in front of him.

The golden raindrops were bounced off, and the slightest bit could not be approached.

The shield of the [Blue Soul-Witch] was so unbreakable that it bounced off all attacks.

A golden light grazed Veleslana's cheek, leaving a shallow trail of blood on his handsome face.

"Invalid...... Is there something wrong with the spirit? ”

The Golden Sword failed to achieve any results, and Welleslana did not believe that this was due to a lack of strength.

The sword of wisdom is the power to overcome the strong with the weak, and as long as the language is correct, it can seal the opponent's divine power.

"Welleslana, the battlefield won't give you time to think."

In an instant, Cang Zhen shortened the distance between the two, and the magic sword that had been stained with the blood of the Rakshasa King stabbed out like lightning.

"It shouldn't ...... What went wrong? ”

Veleslana fended off the attack with the golden sword in his hand, and pondered.

It's completely about treating the innocent attack as nothing, and fighting back from time to time while thinking about other issues absent-mindedly.

"It's still too careless, Veleslana. I said I would break this arrogance, but you didn't. Being too confident is where you fail. [Red Soul - Mana Laminra: Death Cry]"

The sudden scream almost tore Veleslana's soul apart, and the specific manifestation on him was the bleeding of the seven orifices, and all the movements instantly stiffened.

Cang Zhen promised to give him defeat, although there was no injustice between them, but since someone came to the door and named him to challenge himself, he must be ready to die in battle.

Taking advantage of the fact that Veleslana was shocked by the [Death Scream], Cangzhen raised his sword and aimed it at his head.

Sweeping, slashing, slashing, and picking, the true attacks continued, and one sword after another was swung down.

Defeat him!

That's the only thought Cang Zhen has at the moment.

The screams of the mandala grass are fatal, and even the gods cannot resist them when they are sublimated to power.

If it weren't for the immortal power of Veleslana, he might have died directly under this sound.

Although he was far from death, his soul and his soul were all devastated, and Welleslana's brain was still blank, unable to think or do anything.

The sword light slashed across Veleslana's body. He couldn't move, the rift in his soul made him suffer a lot, and he could only watch as he was torn apart by the sword light.

The figure of the God of the Sword was shattered, turning into streaks of light and fleeing in all directions.

"Huh...... Can you still run like this? ”

Cangzhen was on the sword, and he didn't notice that he couldn't stop the lights in time, and actually let Veleslana run away.

He didn't expect Veleslana to be so decisive, it wasn't a doppelganger just now, it was Veleslana who gave up his ego and voluntarily split his godhead into various forms before he escaped from the sword of Palazzo.

Mandara Grass's attack caused his soul to be torn apart. He was even more ruthless to himself, and he actually completely tore his soul apart, turned into pieces and fled.

In this case, it is unknown whether it will be able to return to its original appearance.

It's a last-ditch effort to gamble everything.

"Welleslana, I'm not going to give you a chance to recover."