The Devouring Knight-Chapter 363 - 362: Crimson Judgment

Sigvar's eyes widened. "No… this is impossible!" he roared.

Before his voice could fade, the blood dome began to twist. The liquid spun faster and faster, rising upward and taking shape until it formed a single, enormous sword.

A sword made entirely of blood. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

It kept growing, its edge glowing faintly red as its tip pierced through the clouds. Higher and higher it rose, until it towered ten times larger than Sigvar's bear spirit. The storm clouds parted around it, and even the lightning seemed too afraid to strike near its glow.

Across the battlefield, everything stopped. Duke Hadric, the soldiers, even the Vikings, all stood frozen, their eyes fixed on the sky. The sight of the giant blood sword silenced the world.

Then, the sword began to fall.

The air screamed as it tore through the clouds, falling with unstoppable force.

Sigvar roared, pouring every last bit of power he had left. Lightning burst around him as his bear spirit raised its claws, trying to block the strike. "I won't lose to you!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the storm.

But the moment the sword made contact…

BOOOOM!

The impact shook the entire battlefield. The storm itself scattered, the wind howling as a shockwave of red light spread across the land.

Sigvar's strength crumbled under the weight of the strike. His bear spirit shattered apart, his proud roar twisting into a scream as the colossal blade tore through his defense and drove straight down.

For a brief moment, everything went silent.

Then the world exploded.

BOOOOOOM!!!

Dust, blood, and light burst outward, swallowing everything.

When the smoke finally cleared, the mountain beneath them was gone, flattened by the sheer force of her attack.

Vaenyra hovered in the air, her sword still raised, her breaths heavy and uneven. She had stopped the strike just before it could completely erase him.

She descended slowly, landing on the ruined ground.

Sigvar lay half-buried in the dirt, his body mangled and burned. Cracks ran across his armor, blood pooling beneath him, yet somehow he was still alive.

He coughed, a weak grin twisting his face. "Ah, leaving me alive… how generous of you. Are we playing games now?" he rasped, a broken laugh escaping his lips.

Vaenyra's expression darkened. "Shut your damn mouth," she said coldly.

Her voice carried no warmth, only disgust.

Sigvar's smirk faltered. His eyes trembled, and for the first time since the battle began, fear crept into his gaze.

Vaenyra lifted her hand. Instantly, the blood scattered across the ground began to stir, slithering like snakes through the dirt.

Within seconds, it wrapped around Sigvar's broken body, covering him completely.

He tried to struggle, but it was pointless.

"Now you'll stay quiet," she said flatly, her voice calm yet cold.

The blood pulled tight, and Sigvar's body was dragged across the ruined earth like a lifeless sack. His muffled screams faded slowly, swallowed by the last dying echoes of the storm.

….

Vaenyra walked through the wreckage, her steps quiet against the cracked ground. The battlefield still echoed with distant groans and the sound of rubble crumbling in the distance. Smoke curled up from shattered stone and broken banners, but the air felt still now, peaceful after the chaos of their clash.

She soon saw Duke Hadric standing near Aurelya. Both turned when they noticed her approach. The Duke and Knight Corven immediately bowed, their eyes filled with respect after witnessing her power.

"Lady Vaenyra, thank you for defeating Sigvar for us," Duke Hadric said, his tone steady but full of gratitude.

Vaenyra gave a small nod in return.

Aurelya stepped forward from behind Hadric, a playful grin on her face. "Why do you treat her with so much respect and not me?" she called out.

Duke Hadric and Corven blinked, then forced awkward, wry smiles, unsure how to answer. After seeing the true power of these women, they didn't want to risk offending either of them.

"I'm kidding," Aurelya laughed, then gave Vaenyra a light hug. "That move of yours… terrifying as always. Did you enjoy the fight?" she asked with a light smile.

Vaenyra returned the smile briefly, but it faded quickly. Her face tightened, and her voice turned colder. "He was arrogant and stupid. If it weren't for his essence, I would have finished him right then and there."

Aurelya immediately understood her mood. "Oh? Did he say something to make you mad?"

"I don't like him," Vaenyra said simply.

Then her eyes flicked past Aurelya, landing on two massive figures bound in chains of golden flame. The Vikings struggled weakly, their armor half-melted, powerless against their restraints.

"Two Vikings?" Vaenyra asked, raising a brow.

Aurelya smirked, crossing her arms proudly. "Heh, aren't I amazing? I caught more than you did."

"Oh? You want to fight?" Vaenyra replied without flinching, her calm gaze meeting Aurelya's eyes.

The air around them rippled as mana from both sides began to stir, pressing against each other like two storms about to collide.

Duke Hadric and Corven, watching from the side, looked back and forth between the two women, completely lost. "Why does it feel like they're about to fight again?" Corven whispered nervously.

Hadric stayed silent, sweat running down his neck. If these two really went at it, the entire battlefield might vanish.

"Hmph, another time," Aurelya finally said, flipping her golden hair with a playful huff. "I'm sure he's waiting for me right now, probably thinking about me."

Vaenyra's lips curved into a small smile. "I'm pretty sure he's thinking about me, not you."

"Dream on," Aurelya shot back, looping her arm around Vaenyra's as she pulled her close.

Still bickering softly, the two walked side by side, dragging their captured Vikings behind them as they headed toward Lumberling's direction.

Behind them, Duke Hadric blinked in confusion, his jaw slightly open. "Wh-what just happened?" he muttered.

"I'm not sure either, my Lord. Maybe they were just… playing around?" Corven said, scratching his head as he watched the two women walk away.

Hadric let out a tired sigh. "They sure are a strange bunch," he muttered. His eyes lingered on their fading figures, two elegant women casually chatting after bringing down one of the chosen Vikings.

He shook his head in disbelief. 'Beautiful and terrifying strength,' he thought. 'Good thing they're on our side.'

Turning to Corven, he straightened his posture. "Gather our remaining soldiers. We'll sweep through the last of the Vikings."

"Yes, my Lord," Corven replied firmly, giving a salute before running off to carry out the order.

Hadric took one last glance at the ruined battlefield, the smoke, the broken weapons, the fallen warriors. The chaos that had once filled the air was now replaced by silence.

And just like that, Sigvar and his forces were completely destroyed.