“Maybe some?”
Enya’s smile gradually faded.
“Or maybe all of it?”
“…..”
Kill Hall Master didn’t speak again. He maintained his previous posture facing Enya.
The bone-covered ground began to tremble gradually.
From the pitch-black sky, countless white bones rained down.
They all belonged to humans, many of them not yet fully rotted, and some even looked brand new.
A standard longsword appeared in Enya’s hand.
Seeing this, Kill Hall Master said, “Are you going to fight me with that weapon?”
“It’s more than enough.”
Enya said it with a relaxed and effortless tone.
Kill Hall Master thrust his left longsword directly into the bone-covered ground.
A blood-red light surged like flames, and waves of magic power radiated from his body. The overwhelming bloody scent filled the space with a thin red mist.
Enya lowered her gaze and looked at her feet.
On the ground made of piled bones, thick plasma began to bubble out from the gaps. In no time, the white bone earth turned into a deep red pool of blood.
Enya lifted her eyes and looked at the red sword on Kill Hall Master’s left side.
The red longsword had blood vessels like tree roots embedded in the ground, continuously injecting blood.
‘Not a bad weapon…’
She turned her gaze back to Kill Hall Master, but in the next instant, his towering form had already appeared right in front of her.
That crimson longsword, taller than Enya herself, swept like a scarlet crescent moon.
The blood energy it carried would make even a Seventh Tier expert tremble.
Yet seeing such an oncoming attack, Enya showed no fear—in fact, there was a faint hint of excitement.
In an instant, silver-white Sword Qi exploded from her body.
Holding that ordinary standard longsword, she met Kill Hall Master’s strike head-on.
Boom!
At the moment of impact, Kill Hall Master was sent flying backward, landing back in his original position.
Enya took two steps back, but the standard longsword in her hand shattered completely.
Kill Hall Master didn’t immediately launch a second attack.
Instead, he stood still, one hand resting on the sword that had created the pool of blood, while another longsword was slung over his shoulder.
He said to Enya, “Your swordsmanship is impressive, but your weapon can’t hold up.”
“I already told you, it’s enough to deal with you.”
Enya lifted her chin slightly and smiled confidently.
Kill Hall Master said nothing more. The pool of blood, already stirred by their earlier clash, grew even more turbulent.
From the blood pool, a tall horse rose up.
He mounted the blood warhorse and pulled the reins. The blood horse reared up, letting out a deafening neigh.
Kill Hall Master charged forward like a general entering the battlefield, with an unstoppable momentum.
Enya snorted lightly. She flicked her long robe, twisted her body, and from the shadows beneath her robe, a black horse emerged. Its size was no smaller than Kill Hall Master’s blood warhorse.
She leaped onto the Nightmare Horse. A set of black armor appeared on her body, though without a helmet. Her silver-white hair flowed freely.
With her longsword in hand, Enya also charged toward Kill Hall Master.
It was like two armies clashing, their momentum evenly matched. In a single exchange, several sword cuts appeared on Kill Hall Master’s body, the wounds emitting faint silver light.
Enya, meanwhile, had already switched to another longsword—she had plenty in stock.
Kill Hall Master turned his horse around and looked at Enya, who had passed him.
Enya did the same.
In the pool of blood, bright red bubbles gurgled up as if boiling. The next moment, a Blood Knight rose from it, and soon a group of Blood Knights emerged, standing in orderly ranks behind Kill Hall Master.
“Hoho, comparing numbers?”
Enya chuckled.
From the black sky, black-armored knights riding large black horses charged down into the pool of blood, lining up behind Enya.
They were all black horses and black armor, with only deep purple light shining from their eyes. However, their shapes were slightly different—some had more spikes, some fewer.
These were a group of old Nightmares that Enya had absorbed along with the “Dreammare.”
Nightmares come from a person’s deepest fears.
The greater the fear, the more powerful they become. In that unknown era, this band of knights was the most fearsome army that struck terror into people’s hearts.
Black vs. Red. Black Empress vs. Red General. Nightmare Knight Order vs. Bloody Knight Order!
The two armies faced off, but Enya laughed.
“There was once a guy who summoned a bunch of the strongest soldiers in front of me. But in the end, he still lost to me.”
“Who was it?” Kill Hall Master asked.
Enya didn’t answer.
“Let’s begin our war, Kill Hall Master.”
“……”
Kill Hall Master was curious about who that guy was who had fought Enya before, but his longsword already thirsted for blood. So he raised his cleaving sword high.
He was even more curious now: how would his magnificent Bloody Knight Order fare against the imposing Nightmare Knight Order? A single battle would tell.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The drums thundered. The black and red charge began.
The sound of hooves echoed through this boxed world. When Enya and Kill Hall Master clashed again, although her longsword was once again shattered by the recoil,
the real loser was always Kill Hall Master, whose body was riddled with sword wounds.
In this charge, a fifty-centimeter gash opened on his chest. Enya’s special Silver Sword Qi clung to the wound like a stubborn parasite.
Kill Hall Master couldn’t forcibly dispel that power with his own strength; he could only use his Battle Technique blood energy to resist the erosion.
If they kept fighting like this, Kill Hall Master would be the first to exhaust his strength.
Enya pulled out another longsword and said, “How about it?”
“You really are formidable.”
Kill Hall Master admitted he was weaker than Enya.
The two armies were now engaged in a bloody battle against each other, but the two leaders stood ten meters apart and chatted.
“Saintess, perhaps you truly have the ability to kill me.”
“Tsk….”
Enya frowned slightly when she heard Kill Hall Master call her “Saintess.” It felt strange. Somewhat displeased, she said,
“You can call me ‘madam’ or ‘miss,’ or even ‘this madam’ or ‘this lady,’ or better yet, just call me by my name. I don’t like the title ‘Saintess.’ My moral sense isn’t very high.”
She considered herself a slightly wicked egoist and didn’t dare to take on the title of Saintess.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to cause trouble everywhere, and how boring would that be?
Kill Hall Master seemed taken aback.
He hadn’t expected the legendary Saintess, the Ordinary-blood Sword Saint, the Dragon Slayer, to have such a… playful? Casual? Unworldly? Or rather, such a carefree attitude toward the world.
Ever since Enya had fully Dragonified, she could have instantly killed him—a half-step Eighth Order undead. But she had spent so much time, as if what she said was true: she was just visiting the Hall of Shadows.
The enemy? That was just something to deal with along the way!
Enya watched Kill Hall Master charge again.
Even knowing he couldn’t win, he still made his final struggle, wanting to die as a general in a deathmatch, a king fighting to the end.
‘It’s really the same…’
Enya lowered her eyes slightly, as if seeing a scene from the past.
The moment she stepped into the Ninth Order and became a Sword Saint, she had sought out that guy and fought him. After victory, she felt empty.
The opponent she once thought invincible had fallen before her as times changed. The loneliness of having no rivals in the world invaded Enya’s heart at that moment.
Ding!
They passed each other and turned their horses around.
Enya looked at Kill Hall Master, whose aura had weakened by half, and spoke.
“You said you’ve died again and again?”
“That’s right,” Kill Hall Master replied.
“Death, rebirth, becoming the Kill Hall Master, until the next death. Many people might kill me once, but they can never truly kill me. I always come back.”
“That must be painful.”
“Painful? Death makes people lose their memories. I’ve forgotten everything about Asades, so I am no longer a member of Asades. But I still remember the Empress’s back.”
“Empress?”
Enya knew Henna was a Blood Elf, so the Kill Hall Master in front of her was likely a Blood Elf too.
The Empress he spoke of could only be the Blood Elf Empress—the one who had tried to become a god and then disappeared, a Ninth Order being who once enslaved humans.
Kill Hall Master didn’t continue on the topic of the Empress.
He spurred his horse and charged straight ahead, unafraid of death.
“It feels like I’m locked in the same stretch of time, endlessly repeating the cycle, while the outside world goes on normally.”
“Have you thought about leaving this place?”
Enya knew that the secrets hidden in the City of the Other Shore were bigger than she imagined, possibly even connected to the ancient era.
After all, the Goddess of Night was a figure from ancient times.
Kill Hall Master knew the Blood Elf Empress, so he had likely experienced the Golden Empire era and the time before it.
Covered in silver-white sword wounds, he still charged forward.
“No, I can’t leave. Darkness is everywhere. I’ll eventually walk into the darkness, and then I’ll return to this bone burial ground.”
“Who are they?” Enya pointed at the bones.
Kill Hall Master shook his head.
“I’ve lost all memory of them. They might have been my comrades, or my enemies, or perhaps dead people from even longer ago. People die easily in the darkness.”
“Heh…”
Enya chuckled softly.
“So you hope that I can kill you, that you can finally be freed?”
“Exactly.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because, Saintess, you are very special.”
Kill Hall Master said it with certainty.
But Enya raised an eyebrow and asked her “enemy,” “Who said that?”
“…Yeah, who said that?”
Kill Hall Master froze. He himself didn’t know who had told him Enya was special, but he firmly believed that the person who told him was telling the truth.
Enya’s face turned cold.
After she grew strong, she noticed that all the big villains had collectively vanished, and the whole world suddenly became peaceful.
That was very strange!
Enya knew she was special.
There had been Sword Saints in history, but no Ordinary-blood Sword Saints. And no matter how powerful those Sword Saints were, or how strange their swordsmanship effects, none were as unique as Enya.
The Heavenly Sword Art she used could not only cut souls but even concepts!
After stepping into the Ninth Order, she had vaguely touched the threshold of cutting through cause and effect.
One slash could cut the present, the past, and the future!
Who had told others about her special nature?
Enya had been curious about that for a long time.
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