Chapter 26 - The Battle of Lordran (Part 6)

Rowan's flesh and blood wanted to regenerate, reconnecting the separate parts, but unfortunately for him, there were two people in the room who didn't want that to happen.

Morticia brandished her scythe with elegance and power. In less than a second, her scythe had been used dozens of times, repeatedly cutting his lower body into tiny fragments of flesh and blood.

Achille was even crueler, using the Dark Spear, he plunged the cursed spear into the head of the Apostle of Purity, the spear seemed alive, the undulating, gloomy darkness infecting his body extremely quickly.

Despite all this, Rowan's body was still alive and wanted to regenerate, which made Morticia and Achille frown, equally upset by the situation.

"I must say, it's hard to completely kill an Apostle of one of the Five Princes of Chaos." Morticia commented, deftly twirling a long scythe in her hands. The weapon felt like an extension of her body, moving as naturally as breathing.

The handle of the scythe was an incredible two meters long, and the crescent-shaped blade was about one meter long and looked exceptionally sharp.

Achille nodded as he saw the fragments of flesh and blood that Morticia had cut off, moving and coming closer together. It was really difficult to kill beings of this caliber, especially Apostles who had the greatest powers of regeneration.

"Fortunately, even with great powers, they lose most of their memories of when they were human. Fighting Rowan Gellert with his vast experience would be a lot of work." Achille spoke with a slightly tired tone.

Noticing this, Morticia looked at her half-brother and asked with a cold but genuinely concerned tone. "Is everything all right, brother?" 

Achille nodded and didn't answer her words, his eyes falling on the wound that had been inflicted by Rowan, the battle axe imbued with the pollution of an Outer God was quite problematic. 

Even if he couldn't be polluted and become a fanatical believer, he still had to deal with an energy he couldn't destroy, which was constantly causing injury to his body. Add that to the cost of using the Dark Spear and Achille gained injuries that were quite problematic to heal.

Even with his own strength and fortune, it wouldn't be so simple for him to recover completely in a short time. In other words, he would be secretly bedridden for some time.

Morticia couldn't help but roll her eyes at her half-brother's indifferent appearance, she knew only too well how badly he was hurt, as she had been hiding in his shadow every moment of the fight and before. 

But as an Agrece, Achille couldn't show weakness under any circumstances. Honestly, Achille was like his father, Ares, all of them never showing weakness even in the face of death.

"Let's kill this thing right away and have all the members of House Gellert exterminated." Achille spoke with a cold tone. It wasn't just Rowan who would die today, but everyone who bore the Gellert name.

Morticia nodded, Lordran would be stained with blood today, whether innocent or guilty.

Waving their hands in the air in a graceful arc, Achille and Morticia condensed black flames in their respective hands, but there were differences between the flames. One embodied nightmares and the other the purest darkness.

Both flames, although similar in appearance, had completely different properties. Morticia's flames, for example, could swallow anything and everything, like a black hole. 

Achille's flames, on the other hand, were vicious and could devour the soul and physical bodies. Both black flames were extremely powerful in the hands of their respective creators.

Without any hesitation, both Special Grade Beyonder threw the flames at the remains of the Apostle of Purity's corpse. Achille had already recovered the Dark Spear and sealed the cursed spear once again. The Patriarch of House Agrece could feel the hatred and fury that the spear had towards him. 

Something that wasn't so surprising considering that The Cursed Spear had a conscience of its own. What intelligent being would want to be constantly trapped and never be able to get out? You can imagine how much hatred there was in the Dark Spear.

However, Achille was indifferent to the ancestral spear's feelings, who the hell said that cursed spears had equal rights to humans?

Weapons were weapons, just that and nothing more, they didn't need to be intelligent, they just needed to fulfill their role as a weapon.

As she directed the flames to burn Rowan's corpse, Morticia looked at the Dark Spear gradually dissolving in her brother's hands with a touch of interest in her completely black eyes.

Suddenly, she noticed that Achille's arm was corroded, blood dripping onto the floor while bones could be seen through the wounds in his arm.

Morticia couldn't help but look surprised at Achille's injury. Although she knew that this was the price for wielding that cursed weapon, she was still genuinely surprised to see how it worked at first hand.

Achille also looked at the deplorable state of his arm and snorted coldly, dissatisfied at being wounded by a mere weapon. The agonizing pain didn't move a muscle in his face, as if he didn't feel pain. 

His resistance to pain was almost unparalleled, it was difficult to find a second person capable of receiving so much pain and continuing to walk as if nothing had happened to him.

At the beginning of the fight, Achille really didn't want to use the Dark Spear, but fighting with all his might in Lordran was out of the question, the whole city would be razed to the ground during the fight.

In the end, he chose to use the Cursed Spear and end the fight early and spare an entire city the fate of being destroyed and everyone in it killed. But he paid the price for his impatience, something he willingly accepted.

Both Special Grade Beyonder watched as the flames consumed the body of the former Marshall of the Golden Order, until nothing but ashes remained before them.

When Rowan's body was completely destroyed, Achille heard a weak, sad voice hovering in the air.

"In the end, I still haven't managed to escape death..."

"Is it so bad not to want to die?"

"Maybe that's the fate of all human beings, I was just another fool who tried to escape something inevitable."

"It's not wrong to want to live, it's wrong to betray yourself for something as illusory as eternal life, nothing in this world is eternal." Hearing the voice of Rowan Gellert, Ancient Marshall of the Golden Order, Achille answered back in a calm, cold tone. 

"Ares said something similar to me fifty years ago."

"You Agrece... are really strange... Ares... my old friend, it seems I couldn't possibly see you again."

In the end, Rowan's voice disappeared in a long sigh full of regrets and fears.

Achille picked up the battle axe from the ground, or at least what was left of it, the whole weapon showing grotesque distortions in the steel and more holes than a dirt road.

"Sister, do you want this war trophy?" Achille looked at his sister and asked in a calm tone. He hadn't killed Rowan alone, Morticia could also ask for the war trophy.

Morticia looked at the axe that was almost completely broken, to the point where it could no longer be called a blade, she shook her head and denied the proposal. "No thanks, my war trophies have to be won by myself."

Achille nodded and liked his sister's answer very much, even if she wasn't an Agrece, Morticia resembled one in the way she carried herself.

Putting away the almost destroyed battle axe, Achille's eyes roamed the ballroom and soon settled on the two small figures fighting skillfully against seven skeletons holding staffs of light.

"They look so much like Rowena." Morticia followed his gaze and saw the two children, she couldn't help but show a look full of love and tenderness for those children who looked so much like her sister.

They are stronger than Wednesday, which wasn't really surprising to Morticia. Although her daughter was a genius worthy of being called a genius, she wasn't a monster like these two children. 

Hearing his wife's name, Achille's eyes showed a brief look of tenderness before returning to their usual calm and indifferent state.

They both watched Alastor and Roxane fight without moving a muscle, they didn't interfere in their fight.

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