Level Up Legacy

Chapter 942 Consequence Of Injustice

The five platoons rushed forward under the command of their leader. The two armies clashed, striking each other and aiming to kill the enemies. If not for the earlier confusion and the golden cracks, Runera would have used numbers to win against the invaders.

Each platoon pierced through the disorganized soldiers, with their commander in the lead. Their formation was like a spear that tore through the enemy lines, breaking them apart. Even though Runera had competent soldiers, Ascent bounced on them in groups.

As the two armies ripped each other apart, the fight above the walls continued. Because his niece asked him to, Asura decided to fight against the Twelve Masters of Runera, who turned out to be less human than he thought.

His sword tore apart their bodies, but each of them regenerated like he was cutting through goo. Furthermore, Asura noticed their numbers increased each time he slashed them in half.

"What in the devil is this?" muttered Asura as he blocked the attack of one masked man before killing him and watched as he split in two. "Is this your doing, Yuvan Perli?"

"We are The Strings of Fate," said Yuvan Perli as he stood in the center. "No matter how many of us fall, we rise again more than before. You don't want to be our enemy, Johan Eriksson. Our strings reach the farthest lands, even ones forgotten by the world."

"You can threaten to harm my hometown, slithering snake. I have always responded to threats with a simple method: eliminating them. I am not the strongest swordsman for nothing."

Johan then raised his sword and placed it over his shoulder. His aura shifted into one of sharpness as the masked men surrounded him. A swords storm brewed with him at the center as he gave a grin.

"Let's see if you can regenerate faster than I can cut you down," said Johan with a devilish grin, his eyes letting out a beastly aura.

On the other side of the battle was the most unusual duo, who had never met each other before. Yurirl stood with a frown between Julia and Arthur, who had lost control of his wrath. The world was witnessing his current form, making him look like nothing more than a monster.

Julia had to step over the grief that tore her heart apart. Tears gathered in her eyes as she remembered how cold her father's corpse was becoming. However, she had to scrape what was left of her life to ensure that the one person she cared for would not become the most hated man in the world.

"Are you alright, Miss Julia?" asked Yurirl as he could sense her disturbed self. His usually cold eyes looked at her with wonder and amazement. "This might be too much, given what has just happened."

"I… can do it," said Julia as she cleaned her hands from her father's blood before wiping away the tears on her face. Her bloodied and determined face looked at Yurirl before nodding. "We only have one chance to get to him."

"That sounds like an impossible mission, seeing him like this," said Yurirl as he stared at the growling Arthur. He was covered with colorless lightning that crackled and shimmered like curtains around him. His face was covered with a black mask, with eyes that looked demonic.

"We did it before, but we had his brother at that time," said Julia. "I have no idea how we can calm him down enough to hear my voice, but we have no choice but to try. Be careful. No abilities work against him."

"I don't wield the elements," said Yurirl as he pulled his sword and straightened his arm beside him. "My sword and senses are all I need. I will give you the opening, but for the rest, I am useless."

Julia nodded as she stepped back and eyed Arthur, who grew hostile once Yurirl took out his blade. The swordsman took several steps forward, not fearing the incoming fight. Seeing him with such confidence reassured Julia that she had the genius swordsman aiding her.

"This is the first time that we meet like this," said Yurirl as he stood several meters away from Arthur, who stared at him with fierce eyes. "I cannot say I expected someone as calm to hold this much anger within him."

Arthur did not answer him and gritted his teeth in response. However, unlike what Julia had expected, he did not rush to kill Yurirl but raised his hand instead. The colorless lightning twisted as it crackled and gathered on his hand, forming something akin to a sword.

"I do not wish to kill you," said a hoarse and threatening voice from Arthur. Julia was shaken to hear him talk, but she had a feeling that this was not Arthur still. "You seem like someone my host admires, so leave."

"My master instructed me otherwise," said Yurirl with equal surprise as he glanced at Julia. "I thought that he was in a berserk state?"

"This is the first time it has happened," said Julia with confusion as she stared at Arthur before taking a step forward. "Arthur, can you hear me?"

Julia hoped he had learned to master it somehow, but her hopes were crushed when the black lightning sword aimed at her. The blood-red eyes glared at her, warning her to take another step closer.

"You might be dear to him, but we are different. I do not trust humans," said the deep voice within Arthur. Julia then realized who was the identity of the person talking to her. It was the Sin of Wrath, Eragon in his human form. "Take a step back, now."

The bloodthirst made a lump form in her throat, and a primordial fear rose from within her heart. The wrathful eyes leaked immense rage more than anything she had seen, despite talking to her calmly.

Julia raised her foot to take a step back, but she paused. She knew that even though Eragon looked calm, there was a reason that Arthur did not answer her. Furthermore, there was a reason that he wanted to fight against Yurirl. Thus, Julia lowered her foot.

"Tell me what you wanted to do, Eragon."

"…I will kill all enemies."

"Does that include the citizens of Runera?"

"I will kill until this wrath subsides," said Eragon as he raised his sword again toward her. The destructive energy, the cries of slaughter, and the collapsing walls all mattered little compared to this sword of black lightning. "Do not let me break the promise I made to him. Take a step back."

"I refuse," said Julia as she stepped forward, and she could feel an invisible hand squeezing her heart. The tip of the sword aimed at her chest, and she was sure that even its minutest movement would kill her. "Go back where you came from, Eragon. You are not needed here anymore."

"You might not need me, but Arthur Silvera does," said Eragon in his husky voice, his teeth gnashing against each other.

Julia could feel him losing to the wrath, and before she could utter another word, Eragon flicked his wrist. It was a small wave of his sword, but it sent an arch of black lightning that destroyed whatever stood before it.

The ground disintegrated beneath his attack as it traveled to Julia, but before she could register what had happened, a figure came before her. Yurirl raised his sword, throwing an arch of white mana himself. The two collided, but despite the white arch losing, it managed to redirect the attack of destruction.

"Be careful, Master," said Yurirl softly, making Johan turn toward him even while fighting the puppet. Seeing that an arch of destruction was approaching him, Asura almost vomited blood from anger.

"You stinky brat, send that attack elsewhere!"

Even though he was furious with Yurirl, Master Johan used the body of his sword to send several cloaked enemies flying toward the black arch. He used them as a shield, and the moment the black lightning touched them, they let out screams of agony before dissolving into goo.

Johan was shocked by what he had seen since none of his attacks managed to reduce their numbers. He turned toward his disciple, staring at him with a squint before giving him a thumbs up.

"Nice, my disciple!"

"Tsk," Yurirl, however, clicked his tongue in annoyance. Julia was speechless about these two, acting like they weren't fighting against two fearsome opponents.

"It seems that talking has proved futile," said Eragon as he lowered his sword. "I have restrained myself long enough. It is time to make you witness real wrath."

As he said so, black lightning crackled around him. Then, cries of agony and rage echoed in their ears as the black aura rose from his body. Julia could no longer breathe because her heart started beating with fury.

"I am not the enemy," said Eragon as he glared at them with red eyes. "I am the consequence of every injustice."