The Max Level Hero Has Returned!

Chapter 541

Chapter 541

In the darkness, the only visible thing was Davey. The faint voice that had been audible at first had now completely faded away. The attack had been powerful, but due to the overwhelming influence of the surrounding mist, defeating him in one blow was impossible.

Damn, dispel doesn't work on transcendental magic types, Davey thought.

With Perserque's absence, Davey had no one to exchange opinions with.

"Cough...cough cough!"

The only sound audible in the darkness was the man's voice.

Black Mist was fundamentally an ultra-wide range magic. Its range could spread from a few meters to several kilometersa magic used by the Deathlord Rho Aias to forcibly stop chaotic battles of war. Rho Aias's transcendental magic was essentially unusable by anyone but her, and likewise, no one but her could dispel it. Such was the transcendent structure of her magic. This was the point that intrigued Davey.

Squash!

Facing the opposite direction of the voice, Davey reached out his hand and summoned Blue Ribbon, slicing through the black mist with its blue blade.

"Hmm, this seems to work."

He had never had the opportunity to test such magic before. With Blue Ribbon's power stronger than ever, it made sense to see some effect, even if momentary. Davey looked at the young man slumped against the wall, coughing up blood. Though his name was unknown, he bore the title Decent.

"Truly, you're like a monster..." The man seemed utterly baffled by the attack. "How did you find me in this mist where everyone except the caster, me, should be isolated?"

"Once you experience it and understand the principle, you also learn the weakness."

Of course, one would need a level of skill beyond that of the Sword of the Mind to implement this. Black Mist was Rho Aias's magic, unfolded to protect herself from potential harm during the melee of heroes in the corridor, a battle Davey had not participated in. He had wandered through her magic several times before fully mastering the Sword of the Mind.

"That's nonsensical." Staggering to his feet, the man backed away from Davey. "You speak as if you know of the Deathlord's existence and this magic."

"Is that a problem?"

"Yes. You shouldn't know of the Deathlord. You shouldn't and mustn't," the man calmly stated as he pulled out a small orb and threw it into the air. "However, your statements are quite interesting. You must tell me everything here."

Sheer nonsense, but clearly, he has something significant up his sleeve, Davey thought.

A knight in black armor emerged from the void, clanking as it moved. It appeared to be a simple Dark Knight, but something dangerously twisted seemed to lurk within.

"The Deathlord prepared a grand undertaking for all humanity during her lifetime. But foolish humans never understood her will and only hesitated."

Sssshhh Slash!!

As he spoke, the knight drew its sworda light blade formed from darknessslicing through the air. A faint line appeared on Davey's cheek, tearing through his protective aura and mana shield.

"We will continue the Deathlord's will to return the world to its pure beginnings, to cure the present humanity covered in desire and sin," the man continued, pointing the light-formed sword at Davey.

"This knight is a Dark Knight directly created by the Deathlord, a being we discovered with difficulty from the ruins of the Deathlord. Originally a loyal servant to protect the Deathlord, but now it's set to protect me. Even if you are strong, in this place where nothing can be seen or felt, you can't survive against such a powerful being."

His confidence was immense. Indeed, the gap created by Blue Ribbon's condensed power had begun to close as if it had never been there, and soon Davey would be thrown back into the impenetrable darkness. In an area where dispel did not work, endlessly fighting a knight with the power of a Sword Saint was akin to begging for death. Even Davey had limits.

Seeing Davey silent, the man regained his composure.

Screech!!

Simultaneously, something sinister flew toward Davey.

Clang!

Davey reflexively swung his sword to fend off the attack, but due to his dulled senses, the defense was less than satisfactory.

Woosh!

A sharp stinging sensation on his arm indicated a minor cut.

Davey remained silent as the pain from the cut tingled, with the afterimage of the black light sword left by Decent attempting to devour his flesh.

[Where did your confidence go? I would gladly listen to your scream induced by pain.]

Decent's voice changed into a deep, echoing sound as the mist thickened again. Simultaneously, Davey's senses became muddled once more.

While Decent, not particularly strong, managed to leave some trace to be found, this Dark Knight was a different story. Appearing and disappearing like a wraith, squeezing through gaps to launch attacks, Davey found himself continually dodging.

The only faintly detectable thing was the knight's murderous intent. Normally, even the touch would be distorted by Black Mist magic, but this was not as perfect as the Black Mist deployed by the Deathlord. Davey's mind grew cluttered as he instinctively sensed and retaliated against the sharp murderous intent.

This magic was supposed to be exclusive to Rho Aias. The fact that Decent, not even a high-circle mage, could manifest this power likely had something to do with the strange object he had shown earlier. What exactly was that object? Davey's thoughts grew more complex.

Kaang!

The sword imbued with black lightning was slowly sheathed back as Davey gradually stood up.

Crack!

Something split, and soon the light-formed blade of the Dark Knight's sword vanished. Then, as it turned to track Davey, hundreds of fine lines appeared.

Clink...

And then, based on a brief moment of fissure, the Dark Knight's armor crumbled into fragments. The aftermath did not end there; the ceiling where Davey and the Dark Knight stood was sliced off, leaving a strange pattern in the clear sky. The sword burst caused a change in the weather, a beautiful yet curious afterimage captivating to any onlooker.

If Daveys power and Supper Ribbon's strength were enough to slice high clouds, it was a testament to their immense strength. The Dark Knight, a robust being, would not easily perish unless thoroughly dismantled.

[What... Impossible! It was a Dark Knight with Mind Master level power!]

Mind Master... a classification from the continent of Peslisa, a level above Sword Master. Davey was aware of the Dark Knight's strength, so it was not surprising.

"Surprised? Shouldn't you be wondering why the mist you just cut isn't restoring itself?"

Davey posed the question, and Decent fell silent. Indeed, not only the Dark Knight but also the ceiling and clouds sliced by the sword energy remained unhealed. It was rather slowly dispersing.

"I guess what you should be worrying about isn't that," Davey added.

Crash!!

Following that, something shattered, echoing loudly as the Black Mist that filled the surroundings completely dispersed. The magic, manifested through the artifact he possessed, made that artifact its only weakness. And that artifact had been shattered to pieces when Davey sliced it along with the Dark Knight in a straight line.

If I can't interfere with the magic, I just need to exploit the weakness he overlooked and destroy it.

"How did you...?"

"Don't overthink it. You all were under the illusion that you knew the most about the Deathlord."

Davey's smile caused Decent's body to crumble. His limbs, severed without him realizing, turned into black smoke and oxidized away. As soon as the flesh was cut, it oxidizedanother dummy body.

"I just knew more about the Deathlord than you did and had seen your magic more than you thought."

Had Davey not understood the structure of this magic better than him, it might have been a major setback for him. If Decent had not been so arrogant and targeted Baris first, perhaps Davey could not have protected him perfectly.

The danger was greater than anticipated. Knowing traces of Rho Aias and being able to mimic her transcendental magic meant they could not take the Illuminati lightly anymore.

As the mist cleared and Perserque and Baris' stunned faces appeared, Davey focused his gaze on the crumbling Decent. Sounds of someone running in the distance reached his ears. The knights exposed to the Black Mist had come this quickly to assess the situation? That seemed unlikely. Meaning, despite his claims of controlling the entire castle, Decent had only covered this hallway with Black Mist.

"Remarkable. I thought it was all bluff."

It was apparent to anyone not foolish that Davey had not just been boasting about his knowledge of the existence and magic of the Deathlord.

"If I play tricks carelessly, I might be the one to suffer."

"Don't worry. I'll come to kill you soon enough."

"That's impossible. You'll never find me."

His physical body was fake, after all. Davey knew that Illuminati was a cell organization with a bizarre structure. Otherwise, it would not be so hard to track.

"We'll see. I've prepared a big surprise for you in the Contas Empire."

Decent's expression hardened at Davey's words. "You think I'll fall for your obvious trap?"

"That's up to you." Davey smiled teasingly. "Even if you know it's a trap, you might have no choice but to spring for it."

The very existence of the trap could shake the foundation of their organization. Davey's blue-red sword energy split Decent's neck. The head, floating in the air, crumbled into black dust as if it never existed. And just before his voice completely dissipated, it reached Davey's ears.

[Boltis King's life will be taken by us. Leaving it to you would be too great a loss for us.]

They never left any trace of themselves till the end.

Boom!!

And as if on cue, an explosion came from the direction of the dungeon, and the mana Davey had implanted in the Boltis King scattered. It was proof that the king's body had been completely destroyed.

Davey, looking back at the summoned Arsonist Ifrit with a dissatisfied face, waved dismissively at the infuriated flame giant.

"The job's done, you can go back, Arsonist."

[This... This damn human!]

It was only natural for Ifrit's rage to erupt.