"Shhh-!"
Without another word, Verethragna aimed straight at Roland's body and attacked.
Roland narrowed his eyes slightly, an ominous blood-red light shining from them.
Verethragna used no fancy techniques, because the simplest moves were enough to unleash his current strength. This was not the enhancement of Authorities or traits, but genuine, tangible power!
Even before he actually landed a hit, one cold, vicious sword mark after another crept across Roland's shadow. Every swing carried enough power to easily break through his defenses.
This was Roland's first encounter with an attack that forcibly locked onto his essence. With Verethragna's Word Spirit, his aspect as a Beast was exposed beyond his control.
The evil of rebellion, forged from Dark Chi, the Shadow Realm, and even the name of Beast, blazed like oil poured onto a raging fire. There was no way to evade or conceal it.
Under these circumstances, as long as that Golden Sword, woven specifically for this purpose, landed a hit, it would inflict unavoidable true damage.
So Roland had no intention of dodging. He bound the Heart Light in his hand and instead thrust forward of his own accord.
When foes met on a narrow path, the brave prevailed!
Since the attack could not be avoided, he only needed to kill his enemy before it hit him. Then even the strongest killing move would lose its meaning.
Verethragna retreated step by step beneath this ferocious assault. The blade in Roland's hand had become red lightning, carrying savage winds powerful enough to tear space apart as it slashed viciously toward Verethragna's body.
The ferocious force produced an unending series of low sonic booms. Fresh bloody wounds appeared across Verethragna's body, which had already recovered considerably. His eyes remained fixed on the traceless sword shadows in the air as the Golden