Going All Out

In his first year in the Royal Capital, Himmel fought against Macht, wielding Bootleg Holy Sword. Looking at the passionate Himmel, Macht seemed to see the shadow of the Hero of the South in him.

"It really looks like it."

Macht couldn't help but sigh, casually deflecting Himmel's attacks with his golden blade. In just one year, Himmel's strength had already surpassed that of many adult Warriors. This made Macht, who was watching Himmel's daily growth, suspicious. He wondered if Simmel was either the illegitimate son of the Hero of the South or the illegitimate son of Li Yan. Otherwise, why would his talent be so terrifying?

"Himmel is so strong."

Heiter stood aside, holding the Holy Scripture, watching. Himmel's attacks were extremely rhythmic, with the sound of air being torn apart echoing around them. Although he couldn't defeat Butler Macht, the continuous rhythm of his attacks far surpassed that of many others.

"It's so-so!"

Aura sipped his juice with a nonchalant expression, commenting that the gap in strength between the two sides was already exceptionally large. Macht hadn't moved an inch, while Himmel was giving it his all.

"Himmel's Mana flows very powerfully. If Himmel's physique and Mana were a little stronger, she might actually be able to repel Butler Macht."

Line made her judgment indifferently.

"To fight Butler Macht to this extent is already quite impressive."

A faint smile appeared on Lugner's face. Usually, he was the one fighting Himmel could typically last more than fifty rounds against him.

"Lord Heiter, the battle between you and me is about to begin."

Draht said politely, as the weakest Demons in Demons Royal Capital, he was a good sparring partner for the Priest in close combat.

"Why should a priest like me need to train my physique?"

Heiter looked distressed. He only needed to cast some amplifying Goddess Magic during the battle; he didn't have to rush forward and fight the Demons at close range like Himmel.

"I'm sorry, Lord Heiter, these are all Lord Li Yan's orders, and I have no choice but to obey."

Draht bowed deeply, looking apologetic.

Thinking of Li Yan's earnest teachings in the past, Heiter couldn't help but sigh and nod. There was nothing he could Godfather; he couldn't disobey his godfather. As a Priest who always wanted to become someone his Godfather could be proud of, Heiter had been secretly working hard towards that goal.

It wasn't just Himmel was making progress every day; Heiter was just as stubborn.

Himmel's battle ended quickly, with Himmel suffering a defeat. Perhaps only through long-term training could Himmel withstand Macht's attacks.

The close-quarters combat between Heiter and Draht officially began. The weak human physique appeared particularly weak in front of the Demons. Heiter picked up a longsword, while Draht stood in place, empty-handed, watching Heiter who was ready for battle.

"I'm coming, Lord Heiter."

Before Heiter could even nod in agreement, a ghostly figure lunged at Heiter chest. It was a snow-white fist. Heiter's eyes widened, and he blocked with his longsword. With just one strike, Heiter was sent flying several meters backward.

Seeing Heiter flying backward, Himmel asked anxiously, "Is Heiter alright? Is he alright?"

"No... it's nothing."

Heiter spat out a mouthful of turbid blood. In the blink of an eye, he hadn't even seen the opponent's actions clearly, and this was only the opponent's attack before using its full strength.

"Lord Heiter, I'm coming next."

Seeing Heiter stand up, Draht clenched his fist again, his body leaping rapidly left and right, his ghostly figure forming double images. In Heiter's eyes, it was as if two Draht were attacking at the same time.

The longsword was knocked straight away, followed by Heiter's body. Without any mercy, Heiter seemed to fly up, and was caught in mid-air by Himmel.

"That's enough. I'll protect Heiter when we're fighting the Demon King. Heiter doesn't need such strenuous close-quarters combat training."

Himmel held Heiter in a princess carry, her face showing a hint of anger. Even though Heiter was just a child, Draht was going all out, completely oblivious to the concept of holding back.

"Draht, you will be sparring with Lugner later. As punishment for not knowing when to stop earlier, Lord Li Yan wants you to train to use only part of your strength, not your full strength."

Macht stared indifferently at Draht was utterly unqualified as a sparring partner.

"Draht, you've gone too far. Let me teach you a lesson in combat later."

Lugner looked at Draht, who had his head down, his tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction with Draht.

"I'm sorry, Lord Heiter. I thought Lord Heiter was as strong as Himmel." Draht bowed and apologized, somewhat bewildered. He thought Lord Heiter's strength was the same as Himmel's, and in order not to embarrass Lord Aura and not to be easily defeated, he used his full strength from the beginning.

As he prepared to fight Lord Lugner, Draht straightened up, unleashing his Mana. The battle was about to begin, and countless Mana threads shot towards Lugner's position like bullets. As Lugner's long-time subordinate, he was well aware of the conditions for Lugner's abilities to be activated.

As Draht launched his surprise attack, Lugner's lips curled into a slight smile. He had already anticipated Draht's attack method. He used the ring with spikes on his hand to pierce his palm, and the blood gathered into a shield. Draht's Mana threads all stuck into the Blood Shield.

Seeing this, Draht was not discouraged. He quickly changed his attack, using the flexibility of the Mana threads to weave a huge net in the air. This net trapped Lugner like a net from heaven and earth. However, Lugner was not an easy opponent. Trapped by the Mana threads, he used blood manipulation magic. Several blood chains tore through the Mana thread net. After a series of swings, Draht's threads were destroyed into countless broken threads.

The battle between the two intensified, with Draht launching continuous silk thread attacks with his agile movements, while Lugner relied on his powerful Mana foundation to defend himself, as if testing Draht's strength over the years.

In the midst of fierce clashes, Draht seized an opportunity. With a sudden wave of his hand, he wrapped Mana threads around Lugner's body. However, Lugner seemed to have given up resisting, merely smiling as he looked at Draht.

"Hey, Lugner, it's time for you to fight back."

Macht spoke indifferently.

In an instant, before Draht could even unleash his binding strike with Mana threads, all his threads transformed into countless broken lines—two scythes forged from blood. Like a magnificent waltz, all the threads were exquisitely severed. Only when Lugner's scythes were close enough to reach Draht's neck did Draht react. The scythes were already at his throat, and if Draht moved even slightly, the blood scythes would mercilessly kill Draht.

"As expected, I still can't defeat Lord Lugner."

Draht lowered his head in frustration, saying that he had attacked with all his might, but in the face of the powerful Mana of Lugner, all his attacks were so laughable.

"Draht, you didn't lose to me, you lost to yourself."

Lugner shook his head slightly. Without even the most basic judgment, how could someone use their full strength from the very beginning of a battle?