Low Dimensional Game - Death of the Evil Dragon (3)

The intense battle was causing the entire space to begin breaking up. The walls started cracking, revealing a space behind them. There, Verthandi discovered another level that held an even deeper cave.

Within the cave, a pile of human bones towered up to the ceiling. The Evil Dragon had devoured all of the offered sacrifices.

Seeing the bones, Verthandi froze for a second, her attack speed and movements halting. Seeing this chance, the dragon swung its huge tail at her, sweeping her into the wall.

The dragon’s body was currently littered with wounds. He had also been blinded in one eye. Many of the wounds had pierced through his entire body. A few of them were almost lethal. The dragon breathed heavily, as it stood within the ice palace.

“Dead yet?”

Within the mist, a figure approached at a leisurely pace, while holding a longsword. The aura surrounding the figure glittered, like a silvery white halo. It was as if the air currents were wrapping around Verthandi’s body to protect her.

There was blood at the corner of Verthandi’s mouth. Her head was also bleeding. Then, as the Sword of the King emitted a glow, the blood began to wind its way back into the wound, healing automatically.

Her golden gaze had turned chilly, as her footsteps clinked over the gold coins. The dragon sensed danger, so it attempted to escape outside. It was afraid. The dragon did not think that it was this person’s equal opponent. As such, the dragon figured that it could truly die here at the hand of one of the orcs, which he had thought were so weak.

“By God’s name, I will pass judgment upon your sins!”

Verthandi raised her head, looking at the evil dragon that was fleeing the scene. She emphatically stabbed the Sword of the King into the ground. Instantly, a bright light spread from the sword, covering the entire cave. Immediately, a dream space was opened,and all of the people at the scene were transferred inside it.

The Evil Dragon had lost its escape route. It saw itself in the sky. All of them were now within the clouds in the sky.

Also within the clouds, a large heavenly kingdom could vaguely be seen. Its huge shadow covered the entire sky. A holy light shone from the city, lighting up the entire world.

During her rage, Verthandi had linked up to Lu Zhiyu’s Divine Kingdom through the Sword of the Light, which inserted a projection of the kingdom within her dream space. The Sub-Brain that Lu Zhiyu had left within the Divine Kingdom could also sense this connection.

All of them felt the presence of the kingdom, which came in and out of view. As they looked at it, they felt as if all of their secrets had been exposed before the city.

After all, there was nothing that they could hide from the greatness of God. Moreover, just holding his attention was already an honor for a mere mortal.

White Dragon Frost had shrivelled into a pile. It grovelled, as its very soul was being pressed upon by a powerful pressure. It could not muster any of its strength.

All of its cells had seemed to freeze up. He had never imagined that such a powerful existence could exist!

Even just seeing this little bit, all of them were awed by the scene. None of the world seemed to operate in this same scope of intense pressure. The holy light and music penetrated their souls, carrying away all of their fears and worries.

All of them knelt to ground, as they stared longingly at this Divine Kingdom in the clouds. This was their Holy Land, the dream of all believers, the Kingdom of God.

Ibu knelt on the ground, looking at the Divine Kingdom and praying in wonder. “My God, what am I seeing?”

Allen felt as if he was in a dream, as he muttered, “So, this is the Kingdom of God?

The young wolf-girl looked at the sword wielder in shock. “Who are you?”

But, soon after a little corner of the kingdom popped into view, it disappeared. The clouds also began disappearing into nothingness. Even the mysterious observing gaze had disappeared. Before Verthandi, there was only the dragon.

The appearance of the dream space suppressed all of the dragon’s special abilities. Even its soul was locked down, so it could only look in horror as Verthandi got closer and closer.

“This slash is for all of the children that lost their parents!” Verthandi cut off Frost’s front leg.

“This slash is for the wives that lost their husbands!” Verthandi lifted the sword with both hands, as a white blur passed the dragon. A large number of its scales flaked off. Frost was in severe pain, yet it could not utter a sound.

“This slash is for the elderly, who lost their children!” Verthandi looked at Frost with contempt, again raising her sword!

At this time, the Evil Dragon managed to free itself from part of its restraints. As it did so, it wailed a terrible scream.

“No!”

The sword fell, and the huge head of the dragon was chopped off. Frost lost consciousness and descended into the darkness.

Verthandi closed her eyes and put down the Sword of the King. The dream space dissipated, then turned back into the original dark underground ice cave. Even the shining holy sword seemed to take its light back in. In fact, it seemed to turn into a normal sword, yet one carved with strange markings.

But no one there would think of it as a regular item. Even a fool would be able to see what it truly was. The existence of the Sword of the King was something everyone knew about, regardless of how isolated or uneducated they may be.

Ibu, Allen, and the young wolf-girl looked at Verthandi, who was standing in the center of the cave.

Who was this man, who could manipulate the Sword of the King, and even summon the Kingdom of God?

The three of them couldn’t help but recall the legends regarding the Sword of the King and the curse of the Kingdom of Menkaure. All of them saw Verthandi with new eyes. This unremarkable tiny knight seemed to be completely covered by a blinding holy light.

At that moment, Verthandi seemed to lose her strength, as she fell to the floor. She couldn’t even hold the sword up anymore. Ibu rushed over to support her. Verthandi scanned the area, then asked, “Where’s Tiridan? Find him and see if he’s alive!”

They began searching on the mountain of treasure, where they found Tiridan, dragging him out. The powerful minotaur had broken countless bones, as blood gushed from his mouth, his eyes fading.

Verthandi held up the Sword of the King, then placed it on Tiridan’s body. The mysterious symbols on the sword shimmered and carried a healing effect. Instantly, Tiridan’s injuries improved. His color also improved. It seems that he was in the safe zone again.

Verthandi looked at the wolf-girl. “So, can you introduce yourself? Who are you?”

The wolf-girl nodded lightly. “I am April, the Princess of the Engido Kingdom and the daughter of the Narando King. Thank you for saving me. May I ask your name?”

Verthandi frowned. “I am Will Eranbell of the Kingdom of the Church of the Light, son of Baron Eranbell!”