Under these circumstances, the hero took the initiative to grip the Holy Sword and charge forward. Unexpectedly, the man in black offered no resistance at all and was pierced directly by his blade.
A violent urge to destroy everything instantly consumed the hero's mind. Only then did he realize that the man in black was human.
Other than the Truth Society, no one else possessed both this technology and black magic.
The Victory Society continued maintaining its cooperation with the Gard Empire. They wanted to see just how far an out-of-control Holy Sword could go. Human history spanning ten thousand years contained no record of such a case; it merely recorded, as a taboo, that the Holy Sword could not be used against humans.
"Do you feel it? This power beyond the human world—it is an even more majestic force than the sages described!"
"Leader, it is such a pity that the Truth Society cannot control the Holy Sword. If it could be controlled, it would be enough to transform the world."
"Yes. One day, we will remove this restriction. When that time comes, the Holy Sword's recognition will no longer matter." The man removed his black hood. He looked to be only in his twenties, remarkably young. A scar ran through his right eye, but it had not blinded him.
"Make sure the moment it loses control is recorded. Stay away from it, or you will surely be torn apart by that out-of-control beast."
At that moment, the hero had completely transformed into an uncontrollable beast. The archbishops around him were cut apart in an instant, while the royal guards trying to flee had their legs torn away by sword energy.
The hero was frantically destroying everything around him, yet these people felt no fear. Even when they were