A Human Warrior Who Burst Out Through the Eye

Aspar Waton Pankerde.

An extremely aged giant, the biological brother of Shadow Angel and the uncle of Kastenning Pankerde, the Candle Holder Apostle "Eternal Vanguard".

His generation of Titans had all died out, and even those younger than him were gone. Yet he was still alive.

Aspar Waton is a member of the Giant King, a true Pure-Blood Giant with bear fur!

Although Aspar Waton's title was "Giant Chieftain," and he was indeed a member of the royal family, he was not the Giant King— "Giant Chieftain" was a title he gave himself.

He should be considered the uncle of a certain generation of Giant King, and thus an ancestor of this generation of Giant King.

Kastenning was once a member of the royal family—he abandoned the Giant King surname and changed his name to Kastenning Pankerde. Aspar Waton's wife was also once Kastenning's wife. He inherited the surname "Pankerde" and the temple from his wife.

—This is the Pankerde Temple, formerly the Candlelight Temple!

Opposite the extremely enraged Aspar Waton stood a handsome and resolute human warrior wielding Holy Lance.

Between the two of them was the Magic Cauldron, which had just been broken and was constantly crumbling.

Countless splattered soup splashed across the ground like a tsunami. But as it landed, it hissed and evaporated on its own. The red garnets embedded in the Magic Cauldron were shattering piece by piece, releasing countless white souls from the gems and mingling with the rising white steam.

The human warrior had clearly seen Iver and Night Demon appear.

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief; instead, he became serious, gripped the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad tightly, and looked warily at the Night Demon.

Then, the Holy Lance in his hand burned fiercely, bursting forth with an extremely sacred and dazzling rainbow light—

That was an even more brilliant light than when Iver was activated before.

Countless black sin thorns sprouted from the handle of the Holy Lance, twisted in the air, and then bent back to pierce the back of the human warrior.

It looked like two wings made of sinful thorns.

With the infusion of blood, the interior of the black sin thorn turned red. It shimmered with red light, contrasting beautifully with its original black outer shell.

Pure white flames roared up—spreading from the Holy Lance to the human warrior's entire body, enveloping him and transforming him into a fiery humanoid form.

A surge of heat rushed in like a tide, Iver suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eye socket, letting out a low cry, "Ah..."

Under the resonance of that power, Iver's vision suddenly blurred—

Just then, Night Demon suddenly launched an attack on Aspar Waton.

For Viennes, this was also a humiliating memory.

That was the first formidable enemy she encountered after deciding to lend all her power to Iver. However, at that time Iver could not fully contain her shadow power, so she could only desperately dodge and flee for her life.

And now...

"—The positions have reversed, Aspar Waton!"

The Night Demon let out an increasingly sharp cry, mixed with a metallic tone.

In an instant, black mist emanated from her body, filling and polluting the White Mist that had filled the air.

As Aspar Waton was engulfed by the black mist, red glowing patterns appeared on his body.

That was the Night Demon's curse!

He suddenly realized something and turned around to glare at Night Demon.

—Petrification Gaze! Night Demon merely sneered, and a moment before he launched his attack, he grabbed Iver and teleported to another location, leaving only a mirror behind.

Then the mirror surface kept replicating and splitting, forming an illusory wall of mirrors that was billowing with black smoke.

The Petrification Gaze was instantly reflected, diffused, and then focused by these mirrors, ultimately striking Aspar Waton himself!

Even with the blessing and protection of divine blood, and even though it was his own attack, his upper body was instantly petrified due to the Night Demon's "visual reflection" ability.

If it weren't for the Petrification Gaze petrifying his own eyes in the first instant, interrupting his own Petrification Gaze... this attack would probably have been enough to completely petrify him!

"... I thought you were much stronger, but it turns out you're not even at the Sixth Level."

The Night Demon's malicious curses echoed through the space, their origin indistinguishable. "It makes sense. Kastenning can only reach the Sixth Level in the Material Realm. Yet you had to conspire with that bastard's betrayal, poisoning, and assassination to defeat him when he was unarmed. I suppose... you are inferior to him."

"You're not as good as him! You're not as good as him! You're not as good as him..."

The Night Demon's voices overlapped, looping endlessly like a stuck phonograph.

Aspar Waton was struck by those words and flew into a rage—but just as he was about to forcefully break the petrified marks on his body, the mirrors shattered out of thin air, revealing countless scarlet pupils.

Under her cursed gaze, the red markings on Aspar Waton's body spread rapidly, covering his entire body.

That was a curse that reduced resistance, weakened the body, and lowered defense! Aspar Waton's act of breaking his petrification marks might have only caused those stones to detach from his aging but still strong body.

But the instant his body became brittle, it turned into vicious self-destruction! His body was instantly covered in cracks—

It was like heated glass suddenly being submerged in ice water. His body shattered and exploded, spurting countless drops of blood from his skin.

At that moment, the human youth, burning with fury, roared and leaped into the air! As he soared high into the sky, the Holy Lance, as thin as a needle, pierced Aspar Waton's newly opened wound!

A scorching stream of light shot into the crevice, blasting a huge circular hole in the other end of Aspar Waton's body!

—That is the location of Aspar Waton's heart!

Even though his heart was shattered by the Holy Lance, Aspar Waton still did not stop.

He was not as foolish as his wife during the Promotion Ritual —trying to shake off the enemy wielding the Holy Lance and close in.

Suddenly, Aspar Waton exerted force, and his body fell backward like lightning!

Amidst the smoke and dust, the ground suddenly collapsed and shattered.

It was like a heavy hammer slamming down on the stone slab!

That wasn't a giant hammer, but rather Aspar Waton's back!

If this attack had hit Arthur —without a doubt, he would have been instantly smashed into a bloody pulp. And the momentum from his sudden backward fall would have pulled Arthur had just launched the attack from his back, tightly onto his back!

It doesn't matter if this attack misses Arthur—

Aspar Waton remained in this position with his back on the ground, his hands outstretched and raised high.

One hand was aimed at Night Demon, and the other at Iver beside her.

His back, close to the ground, gradually petrified and became connected to the earth. The petrification reached a height of half a meter, and his body was completely sealed to the earth. His raised arms also gradually petrified.

Two dim yellow Light Cannon the atmosphere and crashed down! The immense recoil caused the ground to rumble violently, as if an overloaded dump truck had driven past, the ground trembling slightly like an earthquake. Had his arms not been petrified, this single Light Cannon would have been enough to shatter them.

That's the "Crushing Beam," the ability to merge the Path of Twilight and the Path of Strength!

The Night Demon simply used her wings to shield herself, and the black shield that formed in front of her easily blocked the attack.

As long as its medium remains light, it will still be easily swallowed up by the night.

—On the other side, "Iver" was instantly shattered by the Light Cannon! His body broke like a shattered mirror. The remaining beam struck the ceiling, instantly piercing it!

Above the temple, the entire stone ceiling writhed like trembling tofu, then crumbled into countless tiny, rain-like fragments.

However, the midday sun did not shine in the sky.

Instead, there was only a dim, blood-red sky.

Blood rained down, and his body, half-petrified, could not even dodge it, only enduring the scraping as if he were being Lingchi.

—Extreme pain.

Aspar Waton's mind was instantly overwhelmed by pain.

Just then, the "Iver" that had just been shattered turned into a wisp of black smoke and hovered in the air for a long time.

Then, it transformed into a crimson plume of black smoke—condensing into a sharp spear—and suddenly descended! It became a cursed spear, piercing into Aspar Waton's shattered heart!

Patterns resembling veins or a spiderweb spread from his shattered chest. As a new curse spread within him, the burning pain intensified.

... Where is that elf?! Aspar Waton originally thought he could at least take two enemies with him before he died, a glorious death—but the current situation made his eyes widen in anger.

His body was cursed, and if he broke free from the petrification again, he would probably shatter completely... but if he were to break free of the petrification, he might even spare his last enemy.

Without a doubt, his final, glorious strike missed.

Then at least one of them must be taken! And just then...

Suddenly, a scorching flame ignited in his chest.

Even the intense pain couldn't mask his astonishment.

That is...

Flames rose up like a tunnel, slowly spreading within him—towards his head.

Amidst Aspar Waton's heart-wrenching roar, he broke free from petrification and clenched his fist.

He pounded his chest again and again! He pounded his throat, his face, and his ears!

He beat himself until he was covered in blood, but he still couldn't stop the flames from spreading slowly and steadily.

Finally, Aspar Waton suffered a violent convulsion and flames shot out from his seven orifices.

A human warrior, covered in wounds and with almost all his bones shattered, staggered out from right under his nose, soaked in blood and engulfed in flames.

As Aspar Waton fell backward, the human youth tore open his back and burrowed into his shattered heart, forcibly squeezing a passage through his body!

And now, he has emerged from it—bursting out of his eyes!