Free Web NovelChapter 453: Chapter 56: The Dust Settles
The Master of Armor Tomb had clashed with Westheid so many times that it had come to mistakenly believe Duke Qinghui was the Wind Law Qualifier. Strictly speaking, its only direct confrontation with Ailorus had been that one long-range clash.
And the Master of Armor Tomb’s evaluation? A single glance was enough to judge her a complete amateur.
Ailorus’s Tier was simply too low, and her control over the Ten Thousand Wind Melodies was laughably immature. Compared to Westheid, who could actually harm it, she was not worth worrying about.
But what it didn’t know was that Westheid wasn’t the real Wind Law Qualifier. His command of the Ten Thousand Wind Melodies came entirely from sharing Ailorus’s Talent via Heart and Soul’s Gift, and Ailorus’s growth rate was astonishing.
Furthermore, her mastery was bound to become more profound than Westheid’s. After all, though Heart and Soul’s Gift was said to be a complete share, the same Talent would naturally manifest differently in different hosts.
For instance, Talents like Withered Glory Sun and Dragon Soul Furnace were bound to be far stronger in Reiya, who genuinely possessed dual Divine Bloodlines, than in Westheid with his Qinghui Bloodline. To this day, Westheid still couldn’t conjure Pure Dragon Thunder. It couldn’t be helped; he really had no connection to the Dragon God.
Of course, this wasn’t a huge problem. While his expertise in any single Talent couldn’t match the original owner’s, Westheid had freeloaded so many of them that he won through sheer quantity. He was still the strongest among his companions.
But the Master of Armor Tomb was likely unaware of this, still thinking Westheid was the true Wind Law Qualifier.
Thus, what the Demon Demigod thought was a surefire plan to strike at the root of its enemy’s power had led to the current situation.
The Pure Long Moon was a floating weapons platform similar to the Crown of Fire... or rather, the local technicians in the Qinghui Territory had basically copied the Crown of Fire, though they had added a few of their own innovations.
Its slender, Möbius strip-like form shimmered with the faint light of Runes and Mithril. The flawless, magnificent shell was a perfect match for the Qinghui Territory’s style.
The pilot in the main control room could, via sensors, turn the entire Pure Long Moon into their own personal Mechanical Battle Armor, freely applying all sorts of buffs and Techniques while also receiving powerful amplifications.
This was originally a measure to protect the user, but it happened to perfectly compensate for the weakness of Ailorus’s low Tier. She was using the entire construct as a weapon in her hands.
"BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—"
At this moment, Ailorus was commanding the Pure Long Moon to brutally crush the Holy Spirit Incarnation. The shell of the Möbius strip, empowered by the Wind Law, smashed down again and again on the tall Silver Armor.
This wasn’t simple hammering. Westheid could sense that with every strike, a wisp of Divinity would seep out from the Silver Armor.
"Is this... forcibly stripping away its Divinity? Heh, you just can’t beat the original," Westheid remarked with a sigh.
Using the Ten Thousand Wind Melodies, it was indeed possible to strip away Divinity. In theory, any existence under the influence of the Thousand Laws Ceremony could be freely controlled.
However, Westheid could only manage to "wear down" Divinity for now. He hadn’t expected Ailorus to have already mastered "plundering" it.
"It looks like that Demon’s incarnation is about to be beaten to death by the Elf Queen," Mivana said coolly.
But the White-haired Dragon Lady shook her head and said:
"No, it’s getting ready to run again. Look at its movements."
"Reiya is right."
Westheid took a deep breath, sank slightly at the knees, and locked onto the Master of Armor Tomb’s last remaining incarnation, which held a massive amount of its Divinity. His blade left its sheath.
"As much as I’d like to leave this victory to Ailorus, the current situation doesn’t allow for such luxuries. So... this ends now!"
*SHING—*
Duke Qinghui’s figure vanished in an instant. The next moment, he appeared before the Holy Spirit Incarnation, the crimson blade of Shadow-Born slashing through the air.
*SHRRRRIP—*
Accompanied by an ear-splitting tear, the battered Silver Armor was sliced apart starting from the helmet. The Holy Spirit Incarnation struggled for a moment before twitching a few times and disintegrating.
The escaping Divinity was like a tidal wave crashing over him. Westheid couldn’t help but stagger as Wan Qi, within his Evil Magic Vein, activated to absorb as much of the Divinity as it could.
[Coupled with the Divinity absorbed and shattered before, this Demon Demigod is now critically wounded and near death. It is no longer a threat.]
As befitting an Ancient Demon, Wan Qi delivered its professional judgment with confidence.
"Good, good, good!"
Hearing this news, the nerves that had been stretched taut for days and nights finally loosened. Joy and exhaustion washed over him simultaneously, forcing Duke Qinghui to his knees.
"West!"
Ailorus leaped out of the Pure Long Moon’s control room, floating down lightly and throwing herself onto the man.
A fragrant scent filled the air. The Elf Lolita’s pretty face was flushed with excitement. The battle with the Master of Armor Tomb hadn’t traumatized her; on the contrary, it had forged Ailorus’s confidence.
She cheered while nuzzling against Westheid:
"I suppressed the Woodland Immortal! That thing came at us so aggressively, and while you were gone, no one could stop it. At the critical moment, I was the one who rushed out and held it off... West, you were right. In the face of the Wind Law, a Demon is nothing to be afraid of."
Yolanda and the others hurried over at this moment. Under Ailorus’s pointed gaze, they endorsed the Wind Law Queen’s account:
"It’s true. If Her Majesty Ailorus hadn’t acted, our defensive line absolutely would have collapsed. The City in the Lake would have been lost, and the legion would have suffered devastating casualties."
Faticia was on the verge of tears. "Your Majesty... please don’t ever do something like that again. We were worried sick."
