Chapter 139
“What on earth is that form…!”
The Shadow Lord’s avatar began radiating an aura incomparable to anything seen moments before.
It radiated an overwhelming magical power beyond imagination… Truly, a demon god stood there.
The four circles were engulfed in crimson magic power, raging out of control. Yet this was by no means a desperate last stand.
Rather, Dale’s circles were now a ‘state-of-the-art clockwork mechanism,’ operating with unprecedented precision based on knowledge from another realm.
Using crimson magic power, he is fortifying the circle and generating unimaginable magical energy based on that strength.
And he poured that magic over the Dark Cavern Armor, enhancing every single ability.
The avatar of the Shadow Lord, obtained through Shuv’s power—it is not aura that drives this avatar. It is magic power.
Therefore, it was unilaterally pouring an absurd amount of magic power into it, strengthening the Dark Cavern Armor.
As a mage utilizing the three colors of black, red, and blue.
The pitch-black beast, Sir Helmut Blackbear, once again slammed into the ground. And against that blow, the Shadow Lord swung his sword.
Clang!
Against this meter-long greatsword, ‘Madness’, the jet-black demon sword, ‘Hunger’, clashed. Without the slightest flicker.
‘He’s not being pushed back in strength…!’
That was why Sir Helmut couldn’t hide his shock and gasped.
The Shadow Lord’s sword, clashing against the blade of the northern knight who had devoted his entire life to the sword. It wasn’t the sight of him being overwhelmingly dominated every time Sir Helmut swung his sword. It was different. So very different.
