Hero of Darkness-Chapter 1121 The Barrier

"This is a dream, this is a dream!" Albestros muttered to himself repeatedly, his wide eyes darting around as if the sheer absurdity of the situation would melt away upon closer scrutiny.

What followed was a brief but surreal explanation from Kahn about how he had encountered these two powerhouses during his time in the Zivot Empire and his exploits within the Conclave of Heroes.

The narrative was almost too fantastical to be true, but the presence of the 9th-stage saint and the royal dragon served as living proof.

Their very existence exuded an aura of unmatched strength that couldn't be denied.

It took Albestros and Sirius time, a lot of time; to process everything. They sat in silence, their minds racing to make sense of the extraordinary truths unveiled before them.

But eventually, the shock subsided, and acceptance settled in. They understood that the world had changed, that Kahn's ambitions and the forces he had gathered were far beyond anything they could have imagined.

Swoosh!

Soon, Omega also appeared in front of Albestros and Sirius.

At first, neither of them recognized him.

"It is me, sir Albestros." spoke Omega and unsheathed the katana on his left side.

Shing!

The blade of the katana carrying lightning flickers made an outcry.

Albestros quickly remember the blade and now he recognized the user.

"You look very different now." spoke the old blacksmith.

He said so because back in the day, Omega used to wear a silver suit and black shades, far opposite to his current appearance where his entire upper body filled with tattoos was exposed.

"Things happened. It's not like you haven't changed either." spoke Omega with a gentle nod.

"How is the sword?" asked Albestros.

"Still cuts through everything like a hot knife through a sheet of paper." replied Omega.

It was right then... Kahn interjected.

"So, everyone has their roles and orders remembered at the back of their hands, right?"

Kahn's voice cut through the lingering haze of disbelief, grounding them once more in the gravity of the moment.

One by one, those present nodded in affirmation, the weight of their individual tasks clear in their minds.

This was no longer a story of mere survival or ambition; it was the beginning of something monumental.

With their plans laid out, each step carefully calculated to serve a greater purpose, this marked the dawn of a grand strategy... a chain of events that would lead to an upheaval in the Rakos Empire.

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The next day, Kahn, Argos, and Vildred made their way to the Bran Castle, their journey culminating at the translucent barrier that protected the Verlassen Fiefdom.

This barrier had stood impenetrable for centuries, forbidding saints from crossing into its domain. Only descendants of Rathnaar Whitlock, the legendary peak saint, had managed to enter this region in the past two hundred years.

Kahn turned to Vildred, the Sage of Preservation, his expression both inquisitive and expectant.

"What do you think, master?" he asked.

Vildred, the Lightning Dragon Emperor, studied the barrier carefully, his piercing eyes glowing faintly as he analyzed its structure. After a moment, he spoke with authority.

"This is a Nebulus Sanquaris formation... an ancient rank magic formation, powered by a remarkably strong core.

If my assumptions are correct... the core must have belonged to an intermediate 7th-stage saint."

He paused, his tone shifting slightly.

"However, the aura emanating from this barrier... it doesn't belong to this world."

Kahn's eyes narrowed as he processed Vildred's conclusion.

"To think I still have so much to learn from you..." he said, a trace of admiration in his voice.

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"And you're right. The core that powers this formation once belonged to the Hero of Lightning.

He appeared two centuries ago, only to be slain by the previous emperor of the Rakos Empire."

Kahn's gaze darkened as he continued, his voice carrying a note of frustration.

"What I don't understand is how there could have been a chosen hero at the time. All the heroes were supposed to have been killed by my predecessor."

Vildred's expression grew contemplative.

"There are ways to circumvent even death," he said, his tone steady and deliberate.

"And he was a chosen hero, wielding divine abilities. Alternatively, it's possible that someone found a way to use the core of the previous Hero of Lightning, assimilating it into their body.

That would grant them the hero's strength, though not their divine abilities."

Kahn nodded thoughtfully, his mind working through the implications.

"That could explain how the previous emperor managed to defeat a chosen hero, even as a 7th-stage saint," he mused.

"But no matter. That mystery isn't our concern right now. We need to act."

Argos, the Revenant Sovereign, stepped forward, his expression grim and determined.

"We don't have time to dwell on it," he said, his voice deep and commanding.

"Once we breach this formation, we'll only have ten hours at most."

With that, the vampire king summoned a massive, obsidian greatsword, its edge glimmering ominously with otherworldly energy.

He glanced back at Kahn and Vildred, his crimson eyes glowing.

"Get behind me... unless you want to be caught in the aftermath."

Without hesitation, both Kahn and Vildred teleported 10 kilometers into the sky, fully aware of what was about to unfold.

From their vantage point, they watched as Argos prepared to unleash his power.

Vildred raised his hands, casting a Legendary Rank isolation barrier that encompassed a 50-kilometer radius around the region.

His magic shimmered as it took hold, ensuring that the immense destructive force about to be unleashed would be contained. Simultaneously, he used a separate spell to teleport all living creatures in the area to safety, sparing them from the impending chaos.

As the preparations were finalized, the air grew thick with tension. Argos stood before the barrier, his towering form emanating a palpable aura of death and power. The stage was set, and the next moments would determine whether they could pierce the ancient formation and unlock the secrets of the Verlassen Fiefdom.

Rumble!

Tremble!

Both the surrounding 20-kilometer radius shook while the reality itself started to rupture.

BOOM!!

Suddenly, Argos' obsidian greatsword, carrying the aura of blood and darkness, suddenly appeared high in the sky, now turning into a three-kilometer-long weapon.

Just the sheer size of the weapon shook Kahn to his core, leaving goosebumps all over his body.

"Is this the true strength of a sovereign?" wondered Kahn.

[No, this is just one of his special moves. And I don't think he's even using 30% of his true power.] responded Rathnaar, the peak saint in Kahn's mind.

[Are you kidding me?! That sword is as tall as Blackwall in his mythical rank primordial titan form. And you're telling me it's not even half of his strength?] he asked Rathnaar.

Meanwhile, Argos finally powered up the sword just enough to not destroy the nearby 100-kilometer radius by mistake.

His countenance turned grim as he spoke in a domineering voice...

"Lunar Extinction."