Pure Love Greatsword (Continued)

However, at this point Su Jue already gained the upper hand, directly detonating the flames to form a giant flaming sword that covered the entire sky. If Fu Hua was still awake, she should be able to tell that this thing was modeled after the move Tai Xu Sword God.

The sword strike fell, illuminating most of Sky City with this sheet of flame. The clouds that had originally remained after the Honkai Bomb explosion were completely burned away.

The air was scorched, forming a wave of heat that swept overwhelmingly from top to bottom, ultimately forming a storm. Within the storm, Durandal struggled desperately against this slash, and the world bubble within her body rapidly provided a massive amount of Honkai Energy, forming a clash of power.

At a position hundreds of meters high in the sky, the two forces finally collided to the extreme, forming an annihilation-level explosion.

The towering ancient trees that had been scorched bare were directly reduced to powder, and the violent power spread downward, completely destroying the high-rise buildings. Beneath the trees, however, Mei, who was already exhausted, could only watch as this shockwave carrying countless architectural ruins rolled toward her.

Just as she grew somewhat numb, the puppet of Thousand Calamities, which had not appeared for a long time, reappeared, directly beating the rubble into powder. Then it grabbed Mei by the shoulder and fiercely threw her out.

The flying Mei slammed into a wall with a bang, the pain making her expression somewhat ferocious.

Was this rescue method intentional?

Chapter 116 Intentional Pity-Seeking

Successfully knocking down Durandal, Su Jue wore no expression on his face.

After connecting with Kiana's mental space, Su Jue, who now held five cores, did not find it difficult to win against Durandal. Moreover, this was merely a knockdown; neither side had yet unleashed their trump cards.

If Su Jue fully utilized the five cores, flattening Sky City in an instant would be a breeze. However, his goal was not simply to take Kiana away, nor was it to kill Bianca, but to stage a performance announcing the arrival of Qian Jue to the entire world.

And in this announcement performance, Qian Jue's style could not be too low, or else others definitely would not take him seriously. If he performed too strongly, he would inevitably attract targeted attacks from major factions, especially a certain insidious blonde man who was definitely peeping at the battle situation right now and might set his sights on Qian Jue's backside at any moment.

Su Jue had to appear strong enough without becoming the public enemy of the whole world. As for combat strength evaluation, Durandal was the best reference.

Therefore, this battle had to be sufficiently heated within a controllable range, and choosing the ability of the Herrscher of Flames as the core naturally took this into point. To put it simply, the power of flames had a truly grandiose momentum, making it perfect for putting on airs.

As for the strong emphasis he displayed toward Kiana, it was actually just giving a signal to others to show that he had weaknesses. For someone as scheming as Otto, a powerful enemy was not scary; as long as they had weaknesses, even a god could be deceived.

But in truth, Kiana was merely a weapon, a prop. Everything he did was solely to make the weapon sharper.

I will not be swayed by emotions, Su Jue muttered to himself, and then added, Absolutely.

Confirming repeatedly that he truly had no emotional flaws, Su Jue cast his gaze toward the ground once more. Bianca, struck down by that sword, had crashed through an entire skyscraper, but this level of collision could only be considered a minor injury for Durandal.

Just as Su Jue gazed into the distance, a deep blue star faintly twinkled. The next second, the star transformed into a human figure. Durandal, wielding twin lances, had already approached, tearing through the scorching heat wave and assaulting Su Jue.

Such a straightforward attack was not difficult to block. Although Su Jue held the greatsword in one hand, thanks to the scale of the greatsword, his attack range was very wide, and he easily blocked this wave of impact. Then the flames erupted, and the two touched and retreated.

Only, he did not notice that during the clash, Durandal was somewhat distracted. She frowned tightly, seemingly wrestling with something.

"Bishop Otto, I am a warrior, and I should rightfully secure victory through the fairest duel."

"But the opponent is a Herrscher. In the process of fighting Honkai, victory can only be secured by any means necessary."

Su Jue did not hear their conversation. During the duel with Bianca, he still had to look after his puppets to ensure no loopholes appeared. Except for the puppets fighting Schicksal and Thousand Calamities negotiating with Mei, basically all the others were helping him evacuate citizens. These were all his pawns for publicizing Qian Jue; dying at his own hands like this would be far too wasteful.

After finishing her call with Otto, Durandal took a deep breath. She disliked Otto's unscrupulous style, but she was not a stubborn person either. Looking at Su Jue standing in the sky, she launched another charge.

And this time, she did not intend to rely on close combat. The Eternal Silence Lance flew in like a stream of light. As the specialized weapon of the God-Slaying Armor, it would automatically return even if thrown.

"Awaken, guardian of glory." Summoning two [Self-Driving Phantom Spirit] once again, the combat power of [king] and [Queen] would be boosted by a huge margin when cooperating with each other.

However, this still did not count as much trouble for Su Jue. He was not someone who only knew how to attack with a greatsword. Theoretically, the Herrscher of Flames possessed the ability to control molecular motion, and this ability rooted in physical rules was enough to destroy all existing human military might. It was only constrained by imagination and expressiveness that it was expressed in the form of flame.

As long as the surrounding temperature was high enough, it was enough to destroy all energy attacks, except for unreasonable Honkai Energy.

The attack of the Self-Driving Phantom Spirit landed, and Su Jue did not even block it before the attacks of the two turned illusory in the high temperature.

Yet Durandal seemed to have anticipated this long ago. As the Self-Driving Phantom Spirit vanished into points of light, her figure had somehow already sprinted into Su Jue's five-meter range.

It was merely a crude decoy.

The five-meter distance vanished in a flash, and in an instant, their figures crossed.

Durandal still maintained her thrusting posture, but blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth. The Moonlight Armor was torn open with a large gash, with traces of scorching high temperatures lingering between them.

It was indeed merely a crude decoy.

As a qualified Herrscher of a Thousand, Su Jue loved this kind of play: 'You thought I was on the first floor, but I was actually on the fifth floor.'

Unless an error occurred due to his own emotional flaws, he never placed himself in danger.

Durandal, having been counter-ambushed by Su Jue, clutched her wound and panted heavily, yet her deep blue eyes carried a hint of guilt.

Wrong!

In a fraction of a second, Su Jue felt uneasy, and by the time he reacted, the Black Abyss White Flower was already within arm's reach. What made it even worse was that the target of the Black Abyss White Flower's attack was not him, but Kiana, whom she was holding.

Pfft—

The giant flaming sword plummeted from the high heavens, and scorching blood splattered, falling onto Kiana's face. At the very final moment of the Black Abyss White Flower's attack, Su Jue still used his own torso to block this spear for Kiana.

She is your sister, after all, and you can bring yourself to strike?

Or had it already been calculated that Su Jue would go and block it?

Yet judging by Durandal's expression, she was probably just guided by some guy.

The sharp lance nearly pierced Su Jue's chest, making him look fierce and terrifying.

Fortunately, it was merely a fatal wound. Although he had not anticipated that Bianca would truly dare to strike, the impact was not big either. Since he was still hiding the Serenity Gem, he might as well take advantage of this injury to dismantle the enemy's fighting spirit.

"Is this the method of a Schicksal Valkyrie? Truly..." Half of his lung was pierced, making it extremely difficult for Su Jue to speak. The power of the Black Abyss White Flower was still destroying his body, making it hard for his wounds to heal.

The continuously flowing blood gradually solidified under the scorching high temperature, looking extremely ferocious. However, in terms of a Herrscher's physical constitution, this degree would not easily cause death.

It was just that this Serenity Gem kept automatically repairing Su Jue's injuries, forcing him to divert a portion of his energy to suppress it.

He panted for a long time, even making Bianca temporarily believe that he was about to die just like that.

"Truly magnificent."

Durandal's expression was complex. She could naturally hear the mockery in Su Jue's tone, but she could not refute it either. This method of attacking a hostage violated her inner beliefs, and in truth, she had only tried it out—she never expected Su Jue to sustain such a severe injury.

But the two sides were enemies, and Su Jue's pity-seeking did not disturb her state of mind.

Yet neither of them noticed that Kiana, who had previously fallen into a deep coma, had her eyelashes twitching, and a look of pain flashed across her brows.

Chapter 117 Dream

The energy contained within the Honkai Bomb was far too massive; Kiana's consciousness and body were both severely eroded, and both fell into a deep slumber.

To prevent any accidents from happening to her, Su Jue chose to project the Theater of Domination into Kiana's mental space, using the theater to share the excessive Honkai Energy for her. There was still the Serenity Gem inside her body which would subconsciously repair her body, while Su Jue actively invoked the Serenity Gem to make her recovery speed even faster.

As for her damaged consciousness, it was maintained by the ability of Feather Dust. With the help of the Divine Key of Consciousness, he could construct a large number of dreams that relaxed both body and mind, allowing her exhausted spirit to rest.

Originally, this nurturing needed to last for a very long time—more than enough for Su Jue to handle the final troubles in Sky City.

Yet strangely enough, no matter how wonderful the dream was, it would rapidly shatter, as if Kiana's subconscious instinct denied the rationality of the dream.

Inside the massive Theater of Domination, a group of puppets with only basic shapes guarded the periphery of the stage blankly, and every time a dream shattered, one more puppet would appear. As there were more and more dreams, the puppets' forms also became more and more concrete, gradually transforming toward Su Jue's appearance.

This was originally Kiana's conscious space, and she possessed absolute dominion over it. As an intruder, the Theater of Domination was unconsciously influenced by her subconscious.

The changes in the Theater of Domination were precisely the sign that Kiana's consciousness was about to awaken. However, in Su Jue's prediction, her awakening would still take at least two days, so he had not focused too much attention here.

The dreams were constantly decreasing, and the sleeping girl did not know what she was dreaming about, a flush actually spreading across her cheeks.

For some reason, this time the dream was maintained for quite a long time, only gradually dissipating after a long while.

The dream shattered once more. As Kiana's consciousness grew clearer, the swaying Theater of Domination also became increasingly chaotic.

Until the arrival of the final dream.

Rather than calling this a dream, it was more appropriate to call it a memory—a memory concerning Su Jue.

Only, Kiana's perspective this time was extremely strange; her line of sight was obviously high, yet objects appeared very large.

In the previous dreams, although many were very relaxed daily life scenes, as well as her days at St. Freya, even in her dreams Kiana was very clear that a very important person was missing from her side, hence the dreams shattered exceptionally quickly.

And as her consciousness became clearer, the impression of Su Jue gradually became distinct, making it less prone to waking up. Yet no matter how hard it was to wake, it should have been her own perspective at least; this time, the angle was simply too strange.

However, when she saw that young child, Kiana subconsciously held her breath, gradually forgetting that she was situated inside a dream.

"Tread Snow." She heard the boy's call. The boy was somewhat anxious, continuously searching through the room. Yet Kiana's perspective stepped back a bit, as if hiding herself.

She lowered her head curiously, discovering that she actually had a pair of furry little paws, with pure snow-white fluff upon them, while her body was pitch black.

It turned out that she herself was the cat named Tread Snow.

Tread Snow was hiding atop the wardrobe, occupying a high vantage point, and coupled with the camouflage of her fur color, the little boy simply did not find her.

Watching the anxious little boy pacing back and forth, Tread Snow not only felt no anxiety at all inside, but instead felt somewhat bored—this foolish human actually hadn't found this meow after such a long time; he was truly too stupid.

With such a mindset, Tread Snow lowered her body, gradually closed her eyes, and fell asleep with purring sounds.

Before she knew it, the sky had grown completely dark. Having slept a wonderful sleep, Tread Snow stretched and leaped from the wardrobe down to the floor.

"Meow~" A crisp cat's meow echoed within the room, yet the room was very quiet, so quiet that even the little kitten felt somewhat scared.

She cried out loudly again, but the little boy, who would normally respond whenever she called twice, made no sound today. The little kitten felt somewhat strange, so she jumped onto the window sill to look outside.

Outside, apart from the stars filling the sky, there was nothing. The window was not closed, and Tread Snow only needed a light jump to reach the outside world.

Yet Tread Snow did not do that. The boy had taught her that she could not run outside casually.

She just sat by the window waiting, her stomach already rumbling with hunger. The little kitten wondered when the boy would finally come back.

She sat for the entire night and thought for the entire night, until dawn, and still the boy had not returned.

Two days later, Tread Snow was already too hungry to have much strength, and the house had been moved out, leaving it empty at some unknown point. She did not know what moving meant, nor did she understand why the boy was in such a hurry.

Until one day, the door opened.

Tread Snow ran to the door in high spirits to greet him, only to be met by a drunken man.

It was that very bad man, seemingly the boy's father. The kitten did not know what a father was; she only wanted the man to take her to find the boy.

The drunkard stepped on Tread Snow's paw. He had not seen the kitten at all, only reacting after Tread Snow cried out in pain from the meow.

"Where did this brat come from?" The man cursed, kicking Tread Snow flying with one kick.

The kitten slammed into the wall. She struggled, wanting to crawl up, but her paws simply refused to obey, and her waist had lost all sensation. Her broken bones clicked, and Tread Snow used her remaining two front paws to crawl desperately to the door, sitting there as she awaited the boy's return.

Her consciousness gradually grew blurry, and the kitten Tread Snow finally saw the boy's figure. She let out a soft meow.

The boy waved at her, calling out her name.

Silently detaching from the lifeless body of the cat Tread Snow, Kiana took a deep breath. Before the cat's corpse there was only a photograph, and the place she found was not the doorway either.

In the photograph, the little boy was holding Tread Snow, sitting on a park bench and smiling happily.

Kiana did not know why she would have such a dream, but she was extremely familiar with the boy in the dream; throughout many of her previous dreams, she had been recalling his appearance.

Su Jue.

So what on earth was this dream foreshadowing? Before she could ponder it clearly, the entire dream turned into fragments, shattering and withering.

As the world plunged into darkness, the final dream completely awoke, and Kiana within the theater gradually opened her eyes.

"Where is this?"

The girl murmured, looking at the theater that was constantly collapsing. The puppets spawned by the dream's subconscious were also gradually dissipating, and various bizarre manifestations made her feel as though she were still trapped in a dream.

Yet when warm blood splattered onto her face, Kiana suddenly realized something. She grabbed tightly onto those snapping threads, and then some scenes slowly emerged.

Chapter 118 Herrscher Su Jue

Crying, wailing—in the great Honkai, no one could be saved.

The gray-haired youth stood amidst the boundless scorched earth, gazing up at the sky obscured by thick smoke and smog.

Gradually, the sunlight sank into the earth, and boundless darkness devoured the land. The screams and wails of the despairing souls no longer made a sound, leaving only a dead silence of a world where the youth stood alone amidst the wasteland.

Clearly the scene only showed the youth's back, yet Kiana seemed to see the tears sliding down his cheek.

A long time later, moonlight pierced the smog and spilled onto the ground. The youth gazing at the sky turned his body, looking in Kiana's direction.

And so she finally saw, beneath the moonlight and the youth's gray hair, those pupils radiating a golden glow.

The scene suddenly vanished, and Kiana awoke with a start.

"What was that?"

The figure of that gray-haired youth was undoubtedly Su Jue, but the numb and desperate expression on his face made it utterly impossible for her to reconcile him with the boy in her memory who never lost heart.

"Aren't you very clear? That is the sign of a Herrscher's awakening."

Within the silent mental world, a familiar voice suddenly sounded, like a hunter peering at its prey for a long time, driving a weapon into Kiana's mind and tearing her illusions to shreds.