Chapter 626: My ancestor will be proud of me
Kingsmire was no longer as he had been when he first awakened.
Over the years at Hilbert's side, steeped in the spirit of Charkus and growing through their battles together, he had evolved many times over, in both spirit and spiritual essence.
With a lion's roar, the Lionheart King Sword revealed its edge. A blade emerged from the front of the lion's head and a hilt from the back, the entire two-handed cross sword gleaming with golden-red lines within its silver radiance.
Bang...
Hilbert came to an abrupt stop about twenty meters from the Dance Hall. His foot struck the ground, sending cracks spreading across it, and an enormous cross sword nearly as long as a person appeared in his hand.
Behind him, the two Association members had already peeled off to the left and right, circling around in different directions. The armed men outside the Dance Hall never even saw when they disappeared.
Whoosh... whoosh...
Though Hilbert had stopped, the gale sweeping up rubbish and dust behind him continued raging forward, engulfing the armed men with their raised guns.
Ratatatat... Brrrrrr...
Gunfire and flashing muzzles erupted in the confusion.
Particles of silver radiance filled Hilbert's eyes, and his entire body seemed plated in moonlight. The Lionheart King Sword, held at an angle, was roaring.
Swish! A horizontal sweep of his sword unleashed a suffocating blaze of light.
Despite the noise inside the Dance Hall, and despite the Greater Demon's current stupor, the gunshots still startled many of those within.
"What's going on outside?"
"Someone's attacking our Dance Hall? Do they have a death wish?"
The local warlord grabbed his gun, looking somewhat panicked.
"My lord, that presence isn't human!!!"
The Underworld Cult's Half-Demon followers had already heard the heart-quaking lion's