Extra's Perfect Ending-Chapter 325: Sword

The human that materialized from the back mist had long dark hair, and sharp blue eyes, however, his face was neutral.

"Finally after so many years.... wait how many years was it again?"

The guy looked at the walking bones and tilted his head.

"Don’t know"

"Sureeeee" The guy said with a sarcastic voice. "Where even is this?... Ohhhh right, this is where they exile you... How did you get out?"

"The curse was weakened and someone activated one of my books. I slip out suing that disturbance."

"Wow... super cool... So what are we doing here? kill some guys?"

"Lunto, go after them," the skeleton commanded, turning its hollow gaze toward him. Lunto didn’t bother responding; his body had already vanished from sight.

Sanchez, however, wasn’t about to let this happen. He knew he had to hold these guys off at all costs. Every fiber of his being screamed about the danger this opponent posed, but he couldn’t back down. He had to buy Nena and the others enough time to gain some distance.

Lunto’s movement was difficult to detect with human eyes, but Sanchz was no normal human. He was able to keep up with that kind of movement and intercept the guy mid-run.

His hand generated a small fireball and launched it at Lunto point blank. The flame expanded and hit Lunto causing a small explosion. However Lunto was completely unharmed, he coated himself with mystic Aura.

Reinforcement type? No, that’s not something like that...

From his experience dealing with mystic power, he would recognize a Reinforcement-type power when he saw one. Whatever it was covering yourself in fire or ice, they had to give some sort of visual that was visible to the human eyes. However this power was not visible, so there must be something more to it.

Sanchez was able to output the power to push Lunto from going forward and following the others out of the cave.

"My liege, I’m gonna need some help here"

Lunto spoke with a carefree expression, exuding confidence. He wasn’t in any real danger here, but dispatching the Cardinal would still require a significant amount of mystic energy. In their current state, this was far from ideal. Without any believers to draw from, they lacked the resources needed to replenish their mystic power.

"That’s why I called Manta"

"Ohhhh that’s what I’m here for?" Manta said with a delighted face "Then let me help you"

After saying that, he stirred the mystic power within his body. Slowly, his flesh began to transform into gleaming metal, and piece by piece, his entire form compacted into a sword forged from black steel. The weapon’s handle was adorned with intricate purple gems, radiating an aura of dark elegance.

It floated in front of the night emperor as he used his bony hand to grab hold of it. Then his king’s robe turned into black armor.

"What...."

Sanchez felt he had just seen a ghost. He didn’t know that there was a kind of mystic power that could turn people into swords and even give the user armor.

"Thank you, emperor"

Lunto said with a smile before bolting out of the room again. However this time instead of Sanchez blocking him, Lunot was free to leave. The Cardinal couldn’t do anything but let the guy pass by. Because he was stopped by the meper blade, slashing near his face.

pchs!

The room was instantly split in half down the middle. Cardinal was able to dodge that strike at the last second before the word strike hit him. He could tell that this was some sort of mystic power from the sword, not the person using it.

"Great, now I have something to play with," The night emperor said "Let’s warm up then"

The skeleton stepped closer to Sanchez and swung its sword again, this time in a horizontal arc meant to cleave him in two. Sanchez reacted swiftly, conjuring a blazing sword of fire just in time to block the attack. The fiery blade, glowing brilliantly, was forged entirely from pure, searing flames.

It was his power—conjuring pure flames to block the devastating mystic slash of the black sword. Though the clash appeared even from the outside, the Cardinal knew deep down that he was at a severe disadvantage.

The armor and sword the skeleton was using had an immense amount of mystic force. He was sure that the armor’s mystic force pool was much larger than his own, making it a losing fight if this continued.

Curiously, the skeleton had much less mystic force than the armor. Sanchez just needed to target the main body when attacking. His world changed to target the gap between the black armor, there was not much to begin with by there was enough for Sanchez to pierce through.

Now it’s a matter of executing his plan when the armor and sword were highly dangerous. They gave the skeleton even faster speed than himself, more over the word emitting a mystic force that could be used as a long-range attack.

At this point, he could only pray that Nena and the apostle get out alive. Judging by how fast Luton moved, he was no less of a monster than this skeleton. It also shocked him that there was this kind of powerful monster in the world.

Was there another continent hiding beyond the endless sea? He didn’t know, but the mere existence of this skeleton and the sword suggested that there was. Or, it was something else.

Sanchez keenly observed that no mystic energy was fluctuating in the air as they used their powers. With his skill and experience in wielding mystic energy, he could easily tell whether power was being drawn from believers or another source. From what he could gather, they didn’t have any believers at all.

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Another possibility was that their belief was too far away. However no one would want to fight far away from home or their country, they would simply be at a massive disadvantage.

That’s why there was a war several years ago. To establish the sun god was the sole god of this continent. Thus making the mystic power of the sun god reach all the way across the continent. Even in the northern land, the mystic of the sun god still reached here.

"You’re not being serious," The emperor said"Why didn’t you bring out your item?"

Sanchez’s eyes widen when the skeleton finds out a rather softly kept secret. He did not want to bring his own foundation item out, only because it gave him bad memories.

Sanchez rose to prominence during the war, eventually becoming a 7th-circle mystic—a level of power so great that even the emperor had to regard him with utmost respect. However, his ascent was far from graceful. He earned the grim title of "Blood-Hand Priest" for the countless battles he fought, drenching himself in blood to secure victory at any cost.

"You’re unworthy of such power."

The emperor felt the action was a great insult. To him, every battle that offered a real challenge was a sacred duel, a test of skill and honor. But his opponent wasn’t just disrespecting him—they were spitting in his face by refusing to use even a foundational item to fight. It was utterly unacceptable.

"It will cut"

The words of the emperor echoed through the cave and a second later a wave of mysticism slashed through the ruin. Sanchez felt great danger and gritted his teeth. It looked like the opponent was forcing him to use his mystic foundation item. Because there’s no way he could defend against what the skeleton was about to throw at him.

Massive gauntlets materialized over both of his arms. Though slightly larger than his normal hands, they maintained a balanced proportion. Crafted from gleaming silver, their intricate design bore the unmistakable craftsmanship of the Sun Church. On the back of each hand, the symbol of the sun torch was engraved, radiating a subtle yet commanding presence.

The emperor seemed to be pleased seeing Sanchez’s foundational item, however he didn’t place to stop his attack. His word quickly slashed sideways, not hitting anything in its path. Making the sword rather fast.

Contrary to its mundane slash, the effect on its surroundings was devastating. Cuts started appearing on the wall as if someone had repeatedly slashed their sword on it, making the whole area feel like it had been through a thousand battles.

The gauntlets on both of his arms ignited in a fire, but his price was not that bad. He could generate fire using his gauntlet; however, he had to maintain it using his own mystic power, and he had to sleep.

However, being a 7th circle mystic user, he picked up an effect that lets him stack up his sleep and release it in one big blow. This power becomes more deadly when people let him sleep for a while.

Luckily, he didn’t need to be serious most of the time. After the war, the place was peaceful