Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3109: 638: Supreme Hera

The Black Heart Demon Lord's countenance shifted drastically, but dodging was no longer an option.

Throughout its extensive existence, it had only borne witness to two instances of battlefield breakthroughs.

The first was Hera's ascension, and the second was the Star Sky Sword Saint's profound advancement in sword skills.

Equally drained and depleted, the demon struggled momentarily before being consumed entirely by the incoming Sword Qi.

"Hahahaha, Level-10 Dao of the Sword! I have finally achieved it!"

"Thousand-Eyed Swordsman, I shall precede you!"

With a mighty heave, the Star Sky Sword Saint launched the Autumn Water Sword from his grasp!

"Catch this sword!"

The Autumn Water Sword carved through the very fabric of the sky, leaving the tumultuous battlefield far behind.

The Star Sky Sword Saint's physical form dissolved, his true soul, free from any regrets, vanished into the primordial Mother River.

"In my next life, I shall once again be a swordsman!"

...

Nora Calendar Year 3540.

The esteemed Deputy of the Void Holy Tower, the Star Sky Sword Saint, has met his end.

This marks the tragic demise of the first top-tier powerhouse on the Nora side to fall in combat.

The peerless treasure, Autumn Water, descended upon the Giant Continent, its path leading directly to the doorstep of the reclusive Thousand-Eyed Swordsman.

Resting beside it was another supreme artifact, specifically the [Flame Soul].

As of this moment, the Nora Alliance Army had sustained the loss of twenty Level-10 powerhouses.

Including the formidable King of the Underworld, a staggering three hundred Level-9 Experts had perished in the fierce battle.

The Nightmare faction had lost eighty Nightmare Monarchs, with ten choosing surrender and another ten managing to escape. Over three hundred combatants still fiercely resisted, yet they were demonstrably outmatched by the combined might of the Nora and Underworld Alliance Army.

A total of 1,001 Level-9 Dominators were annihilated.

The complete eradication of all Nightmare forces was now merely a matter of time.

...

Concurrently.

On the Ancient Dragon Continent.

Three perfect Ninth-Circle auras surged heavenward almost simultaneously. Three colossal wizardly forms, so vast they dwarfed the sky, hovered majestically: one resembling an Ancient God, another a Divine Dragon, and the last, the radiant Golden Star.

One thousand, seven hundred years had elapsed since their ascent to the Ninth-Circle.

The legendary Gondor Three Heroes all attained Nine Rings Perfection at this precise moment.

"Our next objective is the path to legend."

"Let us endeavor to ascend before the dire Abyss arrives."

"It should not pose a significant challenge; for the present, let us first purge the remaining Nightmare remnants."

Having stabilized their newly attained realms, the trio then directed their focus and power towards the Nightmare World.

With two formidable fronts attacking, one from within the realm and the other from without.

The very instant the war culminated in victory, Nightmare itself would cease to exist!

...

Twenty years later.

Upon the battlefield, specifically at the very location where the Star Sky Sword Saint tragically fell, the residual energy of a vast Galaxy Sword Qi still lingered, potent enough to deter any ordinary Level-10 warrior from approaching.

Abruptly, from the depths of this stellar river, a furtive, shadow-like figure managed to crawl out.

Its aura was alarmingly weak—surprisingly, it was the Black Heart Demon Lord. By desperately employing a life-saving secret technique, it had survived, albeit dropping to the Level 10 Middle Stage.

"I cannot perish, for I am the Seven Sins Demon Lord!" he declared.

As he crept away from the decimated battlefield, he was suddenly confronted by a colossal form adorned with countless eyes. This giant figure held two swords in its hands and a massive greatsword clamped firmly in its mouth.

All three swords were unequivocally supreme treasures!

They were none other than the Flame Soul, Autumn Water, and the Divine Wind sword!

After years spent in secluded cultivation, the Thousand-Eyed Swordsman had not only advanced to the Level 10 Late Stage but had also profoundly comprehended a Level-10 Sword Skill. Now, his formidable power vastly surpassed that of any ordinary top-tier powerhouse.

At this juncture, the mightiest being among the Giants was no longer the formidable Mountain Giant King.

It was him!

"So it was you who brought about the end of the Star Sky Sword Saint. You truly deserve death! My worthy opponent, gone just like that—how will you ever repay me for this?!"

The Thousand-Eyed Swordsman unleashed a ferociously powerful slash.

The art known as the Thousand-Eyed Sword Scripture: 'Where the heart reaches, the sword follows!'

While it lacked the vast, sweeping grandeur of the Galaxy Sword Manual, it proved even more elusive and inescapable!

An invisible wave of Heart-Sword Light swept forth, engulfing the Black Heart Demon Lord.

Trapped within its unforgiving embrace, it writhed on the very precipice of death.

Its true soul was utterly annihilated!

Of the formidable Seven Demon Lords, a total of six had now met their demise—only the Sloth Demon Lord remained.

True to his nature, the Sloth Demon Lord had once again fled the scene.

He could no longer be found anywhere on the battlefield.

Buzz! An invisible surge of overwhelming force emanated outwards, violently propelling many Level-10 powerhouses away.

The Thousand-Eyed Swordsman carefully focused his attention and looked towards the source.

"Supreme Hera!"

Nora Calendar Year 3560.

Hera achieved the monumental feat of ascending to the Supreme level.

...

Hera's arduous path—

—was, much like the others, a road paved with death.

Her eyes resembled still, silent pools, devoid of warmth. Within her profound gaze, all forms of living things appeared as ephemeral mayflies, emerging with the break of dawn and perishing by dusk—a fleeting, insignificant instant.

"Dawn and dusk worm—another fleeting insect in the grand cycle of life and death."

Hera calmly surveyed her surroundings. The monarchs who, mere moments prior, had harbored lethal intent towards her, had already scattered in sheer panic and vanished. The apocalyptic onslaught of Nightmare had truly arrived, terrifying them into a state of near-death.

The Nora faction now boasted five supreme combat powers within its ranks.

Let alone the Nightmare forces—even the mighty Astral World would gain absolutely nothing from this conflict now.

From this point forward, the utter and final defeat of Nightmare was no longer a matter of doubt, but an undeniable certainty.

"Hera, go assist Levi."

Emmon's voice jolted Hera from her supreme state back to reality.

The Disaster World, after sixty years of relentless expansion, was now looming over the Dusk Sword River. The flood-like Power of Disaster would soon crash against Nora's shield.

At the epicenter of the raging battlefield—

The Lord of Disaster was no longer recognizable as human. Its form mirrored a nebula birthed from a stellar explosion: an entity that was immortal, inextinguishable, devoid of self, and utterly lost.

In a profound sense, this newly ascended supreme being was already deceased.

Yet, even its death throes inflicted severe damage upon Nora.

At the core of its nebular body, the Disaster Stone finally began to show fissures.

This was the consequence of Levi's sixty years of unwavering assault.

For he himself was not supreme, merely a level-10 cultivator.

To have battered a law-like entity such as the Disaster Stone to this condition was a monumental achievement worthy of immense pride.

Hera's consciousness felt unstable.

Logically, having just ascended, she should not yet possess Supreme Power.

However, Nora could not afford to wait any longer.

She advanced, and in the space of a blink, reached the heart of the Disaster World.

Upon seeing Hera's impassive visage, Levi uttered:

"Thank you."

Hera offered no verbal response.

Her golden hair whipped about in the wind, Death Energy coiling around her longsword.

This was a supreme treasure, transmuted by her Supreme Power.

Its designation: [Mayfly]!

As supreme Sword Qi erupted, Hera's mastery of the Sword Dao, while not on par with the Star Sky Sword Saint or the Thousand-Eyed Swordsman, was overshadowed by her vastly superior realm, granting her power that far exceeded theirs.

The Sword Qi impacted the Disaster Stone, etching a stark white scar across its surface.

This offered Levi a moment of much-needed relief.

Compared to his own attacks, Hera's strike was demonstrably more effective.

This wasn't due to Hera's greater raw power,

but rather because she, like the Disaster Stone, was Supreme—an entity on the same fundamental level.

Only a Supreme being could truly erode a Supreme entity.

Levi paused to catch his breath, then resumed his relentless assault.

He too was utterly depleted, both in body and spirit.

Each blow expended his absolute maximum effort; it was akin to a mortal undertaking a marathon at the speed of a sprinter—a constant, self-consuming expenditure of energy.

The healing capabilities of his Ancestor Body struggled to compensate for the rapid depletion of his Spiritual Origin. Levi knew that by the end of this conflict, he would bear significant, lasting scars, at the very least.

Yet, he held no concern. When measured against the companions and kin who had already perished, emerging from this Civil War merely wounded felt like the most benevolent outcome imaginable.

Days bled into one another.

Levi would occasionally engage Hera in conversation.

Despite Hera's consistent silence, he persisted.

This golden-haired swordswoman fighting by his side no longer seemed entirely mortal.

Her state was profoundly unnatural, as if she existed perpetually between life and death.

At times, she would abruptly dissipate, vanishing like death itself.

Then, after a period, she would reappear, resuming her silent, deadly assault.

"Hera, perhaps you should depart," Levi suggested, sensing the alteration in her condition.

"If you intend to obliterate the Disaster Stone by yourself, it would necessitate decades. My father's all-encompassing Eternal Plan is dangerously close to failure."

Finally, Hera responded, her voice icy and devoid of emotion:

"Is your father Sauron? And your mother, the Netherworld Ancestor?"

Levi surmised the truth.

Hera offered no confirmation; the woman vanished once more.

Dusk began to settle.

Levi then comprehended: she invariably manifested at dawn and faded as dusk approached—her existence was confined to daylight hours, much like a mayfly, born with the morning sun and perishing by sundown.