Chapter 711 We are the Swordholders of the Lord, We Are Forever Invincible

A touch of white suddenly appeared in the blood-red sky of the Asura Realm.Divine and dazzling.A-Kun quickly reverted to his original form, standing on the high wall, gazing at the scene in the center of the battlefield.Under everyone's watchful eyes.Dense cracks suddenly appeared on the body of the ugly, enormous beast leader, Carlo. Faint blackish-red cursed gas seeped from the cracks and dissipated.The cracks widened, surging forth with blood curse power, transforming into blinding light.Everyone stared intently at that spot.A-Kun's heart skipped a beat; it sensed something terrifying was about to emerge.Moreover, the opponent's demonic aura was stronger than its own, and it possessed divine attributes, making it very uneasy.A-Kun retreated further and further until Yu Shan glanced at him from the sky, at which point he reluctantly stopped.Then.Saint Envoy Qianjun's body trembled, his heart pounding uncontrollably. It was as if something vitally connected to his life was radiating a life-giving light, and he had to wholeheartedly welcome its arrival.Following his intuition, his gaze fell upon the about-to-explode Carlo."It?" Saint Envoy Qianjun murmured to himself.Before his eyes, the enormous monster was covered in dense lines of blood.The aura of the curse dissipated, dissipating."Boom!" With a deafening roar, the powerless blood curse scattered across the sky. The swarms of blood maggots, dense as rain, disgusted everyone. However, Li An casually raised his hand, scattering these ugly, tiny creatures."Holy crap, what is that?!" On the high wall, many Asuras stared wide-eyed, while many crippled survivors who had rushed to the scene were still receiving treatment in the rain.They gazed at the holy white light soaring into the sky, feeling their very souls tremble before it.No.It was joy! An unprecedented sense of joy rose in the hearts of the Asura race; even the warlike became gentle at this moment.In the sky, under the watchful eyes of everyone.Before Li An.A holy white unicorn soared through the air, its enormous wingspan blotting out the sun. Its noble neck, long limbs, snow-white fur, and golden treads shimmered with dazzling light.Carlo roared to the sky, its voice as soothing as a spring breeze, enveloping one in a warm bed, enveloped by a gentle life force, utterly comforting.In any legend, unicorns are beings of ultimate goodness and beauty; they are holy, noble, and inviolable. If anyone dares to bare their fangs at a unicorn, celestial calamity will follow.They are the embodiment of heaven.Kun Ge was stunned. He gazed at that snow-white, long neck, and those clear, bright eyes…Even its voice was like heavenly music.Oh no, someone's fallen in love.How could such a beautiful life exist in this world, inspiring an irresistible urge to protect it, to fight for it?Ah Kun's heart pounded, his gaze filled with tenderness.The onlookers were mesmerized.The unicorn-like sacred beast, bowing its head to Li An, was the most beautiful light in this world.Li An gently stroked its head, combing its magnificent white hair, and was also captivated.It was truly beautiful.Then, his expression changed. He turned to the Holy Envoy Qianjun and said indifferently, "Hasn't the life of Shura Luxing ended yet?"The Holy Envoy Qianjun quickly nodded, saying, "Please forgive me, Master.""Hmph." Li An snorted coldly and said to Carlo, "Go help him.""I'll handle the rest of the clansmen." Carlo nodded obediently, turned back to look at the Holy Envoy Qianjun, his eyes momentarily glazed over, then he sighed silently.It wasn't him, it was his child.Then, she glided across the lightning-fast path to the Holy Envoy Qianjun in an instant, saying calmly, "The Lord has given the order.""End all Asura clans in this realm within three minutes.""You don't seem to fully understand how to use the power of the Holy Angel King. Let me teach you.""Don't let this armor and this sword be tainted by mediocrity."Mediocrity… The Asura Ancestor didn't know whether to say the other party was of high caliber or that he was truly too weak.At least in his memory, his life had been glorious and powerful; he was the ancestor of a realm, and had even slain celestial beings.Never did he expect that on this day, when he regained the glory of the Holy Angel, he would be judged as mediocre by his father's former companion.Until Carlo lifted him high on his back.The first feeling was how soft it was; Carlo's body was as supple as a waterbed, and his vision suddenly widened, everything seemed higher."Look up." Carlo's voice was melodious.The Holy Envoy Qianjun complied."Raise your sword." The Holy Envoy, Thousand Armies, held the Holy King's Sword high before his chest, like a standard-bearer."Not like that," Carlo patiently explained. "Raise it, raise it as high as possible, and tilt it towards the enemy." After the Holy Envoy, Thousand Armies, assumed the correct posture, Carlo lowered his head.A holy white light emanated from Carlo's gentle fur.The light enveloped the Holy Envoy, Thousand Armies, making him appear from afar like an inviolable holy knight.He raised his sword high, his eyes closed, his mind replaying the many messages Carlo had conveyed to him.Images of his father wielding the Heavenly Sword, conquering all directions in the name of Heaven, flashed through his mind. He studied them carefully and finally understood what he lacked.He thought he understood, but when he truly saw those shadows of the past, he realized he was still far from it.His greatest flaw lay in his faith.He hadn't fully grasped the meaning of the title "King of the Holy Angels."It wasn't just a title, nor a so-called higher power, nor simply a suit of armor and a sword. It was an attitude that all under heaven belonged to the king, and wherever the sword pointed, all were traitors.To put it more simply.It was an honor.What was the Asura Ancestor? Simply the strongest of a race, the cream of the crop within a group. Such groups are countless, both in heaven and on earth.And what was the King of the Holy Angels?The Heavenly Forbidden Army, the executors of the Heavenly Will, representing an unyielding will, and an unbreakable sword!The Asura Ancestor understood one thing.The Holy King's Sword was not the sword he held.The Holy King's Sword was me!I am that sword!No, more than that!The Holy King's Sword is the sum of myself, the Holy Angels, and the Holy Beasts.All the Holy Angels and all the Holy Beasts combined constitute that sword.Back then.His father was defeated.Carlo fell.They were treated like animal performers in a circus, their life-or-death struggles staged before the traitors, providing them with laughable fodder for gossip and good fortune.But was the sword broken?No.The glory He bestowed upon us still shines, the undying heart still beats, and even through countless tribulations, that light will not be extinguished.Carlo, Father, and the people behind you, the sacred beast before you, yet to be purified.We have strived to live until now, not for freedom or some kind of liberation, but to await His return, to reforge this broken sword, to reforge our glory!He did not tell me to live, but to stand up and wield the sword for me!Do not let this sword be tainted by mediocrity!For we are forever invincible, forever unconquerable!We are the swordsmen of the Lord, the arbiters of this world!When this thought occupied the entire mind of the Holy Envoy's army, the Holy King's Sword, the Holy King's Armor, and Carlo all acknowledged him.Behind them, thousands of newly ascended holy angels suddenly felt a surge of emotion. Looking at the holy light standing before the enemy army, they involuntarily raised their swords.The Asura Dharma Form was merely an imitation of that sword.In the torrential rain.Asura Lu Xing's eyes became blank.He trembled as he raised his head.Straight above.A giant sword formed of holy light hung upside down above the top of his head.That year, those who had seen this sword, filled with longing for it, created many similar super-powerful techniques, such as the Heavenly Blade, etc…But they were all pale and powerless imitations.The Holy Envoy's army held their heads high, their eyes filled with unwavering indifference.He firmly believed!"We will surely win.""We will once again be illuminated by glory!""Sword of Judgment!""Execute!"