"[Writhe as you wither: Endless Agony]!"

As the last Curse was cast, Jerion thrust his spear at Basil. The tip of his spear contained every dangerous Spell which one would never want to dream of getting, making it the most dangerous spear tip in the world at that moment.

Being exposed to an extremely horrid aura, Basil was unfazed. He knew he would immediately disintegrate the moment the spear tip nicked even a small part of his body, he still could smirk disdainfully.

Raising both of his swords, he crossed them, and blocked the spear tip in a split second.

BOOM!

A clash between two Energies with a contradicting nature ensued. The clash produced a strong shockwave that was enough to knock those who were 200 metres away from Basil and Jerion.

Everyone could even see as Basil's Mana that was imbued with Star Energy and True Light Magic clashed against Jerion's Miasma in the air. Looking at the scene naturally fueled their excitement as they cheered loudly.

"Victory to humanity!"

"Your hope is answered, everyone! Victory is in front of our eyes!"

"Uwooogghh! Basil Pacifer!"

"For our home!"

Hearing the cheers, Jerion couldn't help scoffing coldly. "Hmph! You humans are easy to excite, aren't you?" His spear couldn't push Basil back for even an inch.

Basil, in response, merely looked at Jerion silently. One of his eyes were shining in gold, whereas the other was shining in blue, giving him an aura of a benevolent monarch and a cold blooded tyrant at the same time.

Channeling his Qi into both of his swords, he discharged a Mana Blast at Jerion. That managed to push Jerion to the back, quite away from him, causing said Demon to click his tongue in irritation.

Jerion turned his head to Goap, who was still watching over the battlefield on Scylla's shoulder, and immediately turned away when he saw Goap's expression. It was clear to him that Goap was disappointed at him.

"Huh!" He exhaled loudly. "I didn't know being given that look after two thousand years can bother me this much." He chuckled sardonically. "Now that I think about it, it is funny, isn't it?"

Clank!

Basil appeared in front of him, almost decapitating his neck. He gritted his teeth as he tried to force Basil back, then cursed loudly when he noticed Durendal was gradually cutting his spear's shaft.

Kicking the ground instead, he took a distance away from Basil, and resumed his monologue.

"For me to survive the harsh war 2000 years, only to end up being done by a 17 year old... It's funny, isn't it? There is something strange no matter where you look at it. How in the world could a teen defeat a 3,500 years old being?!"

"What a mentality!" Basil scoffed coldly. "For you to assume that your age has something to do with what you can achieve—how ludicrous! This is enough indication that you survived the war out of luck."

Jerion appeared in front of Basil and swung his spear down. Basil, of course, managed to block it, but the impact was still enough to make a crater below him.

Boom!

"So, what if it is?! Are you going to mock me? You, a puny human, dare to?"

Shaking his head faintly, with a small smile, Basil said, "No, I am not going to. Your whole existence is pretty much a joke, so life has mocked you enough. Quite the contrary, I am going to end you; so, in a sense, I am saving you from the mockery."

The answer Basil gave Jerion was as amusing as it was irritating. He didn't know whether he should laugh or be mad at it.

Scoffing coldly, he eventually burst the Miasma in his spear forth and teleported himself away. Basil had already covered himself with a Mana Barrier, so he wasn't harmed in the slightest.

Burst!

Basil was forced to teleport away in the end, however, because Charybdis was shooting a condensed beam of chaotic Mana at him. He got out of the course of the beam in an instant, but he was greeted by Jerion afterwards.

Of course, Jerion's spear could be easily blocked. This time, however, he could feel that the power behind Jerion's spear was more than before.

He could instantly deduce that he managed to completely enrage Jerion. He was sure the Demon would no longer hold himself back, so he, too, immediately decided to go all out from then on.

Boom!

Releasing all of the power that he had kept in place so there was no unnecessary usage of Energy, Basil uncrossed his swords while simultaneously slamming Jerion's spear down with Caliburn.

Raising Durendal swiftly, he swung it diagonally as he utilized his Technique: [Mountain Splitter]. Jerion's neck was left unguarded at this point, giving him a huge chance of decapitating Jerion.

Jerion, however, was prepared for this kind of situation; even before Durendal made a contact with his neck, he had already teleported away. In result, Durendal carved a deep and narrow trench on the ground.

Crack!

The trench Durendal carved on the ground extended to the Southern Sea, causing a noticeable disturbance in it. It still missed nonetheless, so Basil couldn't help clicking his tongue in dissatisfaction.

Turning his head to the direction where Jerion had teleported to, in the process, he found the beam of Mana Charybdis was shooting out of her mouth a meter away from him.

Momentarily forgetting Jerion, he immediately teleported himself out of the course of the beam. Jerion didn't appear to greet him this time, but he was greeted by thousands of charred bones and corpses of humans instead.

Those were the people who had been killed by Charybdis' beam in the span of 1 minute. Even though he didn't care much about the victims, his expression still darkened looking at the scene.

The more the people died, the lower the spirit of the others would be. Spiritless soldiers would lead to a defeat, which was something he didn't want, so the only way to salvage the situation was to defeat Jerion to raise their spirit.

"That prick... He is aiming for losing the battle to win the war, huh?" Basil mused. "Well, it is time for me to win the battle, and let others win the war then. I can't let the bastard kill more people than he has."

Kicking the ground, Basil darted towards Jerion who was smirking at him. Said Demon felt smug that he had managed to fool Basil for the past 1 minute.

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He motioned Basil to come at him with a cocky hand gesture. Much to his surprise however, Basil immediately appeared in front of him the moment he was about to teleport away.

Flash!

Durendal nearly decapitated him, but he managed to teleport away. Still, he didn't expect that Basil could immediately greet him just a few milliseconds after he had teleported himself.

Clank!

Blocking Basil's swords this time instead of teleporting away, he immediately concluded Basil had already set up [Checkpoints] with his swords that were no longer floating behind him.

"That is wrong, Jerion. That is not the reason why I no longer have my swords." Basil shook his head faintly. "Using them only to set up [Checkpoints] is too shortsighted."

"What a brag—huh?!"

Jerion honestly thought that Basil was just bragging in an attempt to mock him. Therefore, when he witnessed Basil materializing his Sword Domain, he couldn't help widening his eyes absurdly.

Basil's Sword Domain covered an area of 7 square kilometres, which was a ridiculous amount of space one could ever cover with one's Domain.

While it wasn't extraordinary for a Peak Stage Violet Core Knight or a Seventh Circle Mage, it was absurd for Basil, who was only a Fifth Circle Mage and Peak Stage Blue Core, to do that.

Of course, there was a special reason why he could do it in spite of his level of Mastery. First, the huge amount of Qi and Mana he consumed in each second; and second, the swords that he used as an extension of his consciousness.

The latter was possible thanks to the fact that he had mastered one of the Pacifer Arts his mother had taught him. Still, no one could replicate what he could do regardless of who they were, which was why he was special.

"Woah... This is?"

"What in the hell? I am astonished!"

"Woohoo! My friend is so powerful now, I might worship him from now on!"

"Stop it, Cray. That's not funny! I bet Lord Basil doesn't want you to do that."

"Ugh, this weirdo."

"What?! Why do you always call me a weirdo when I follow along your joke?!"

Ignoring the conversation between Monica and Cray that was honestly ruining the mood, the people who were lucky enough to be within the area that was covered by Basil's Sword Domain looked around in astonishment.

Thousands of bladed weapons were floating above the ground that was covered with golden grass. There were also hundreds of gigantic swords the size of a seven storey building flying in the golden sky.

The aura the Domain was exuding was calming and crushing. It gave them solace and terror at the same time.

"My connection with Charybdis has been severed—is it your aim since the beginning?" Jerion chuckled sardonically.

"Let us have your last fight."

"What is with that tone? You seem sympathetic and condescending at the same time."

With a small smirk, Basil answered, "I respect those who have stayed in the game for a long time, but I can't help laughing at those who decided to stand in my way."

"This Pacifer bastard!"

Indignant, Jerion rushed at Basil. He conjured thousands of water spears, and sent them at Basil.

Ignoring the water spears, Basil focused on his fight with Jerion instead. None of the water spears could injure him since all of them were blocked by his Barrier.

Whizz!

Trading blows with Jerion, of course, wasn't the only thing he did. He also utilized the thousands of bladed weapons he had in his Domain to kill the Demons in his Domain.

"Kyaaak!"

None of them could run away from the weapons. All of them were butchered mercilessly in a flash.

The sky shook not long after; it was as if it was going to fall in any moment. When they looked up, the hundreds of gigantic swords, covered in golden lightning, were descending from the golden sky.

Buzz!

"Basil Pacifer! My death won't get your life any easier!" Jerion shouted as he covered himself with a thick Barrier made from Miasma.

Sneering, Basil replied, "That's just how insignificant you are!" Crossing his swords, he received the golden lightning that the gigantic swords carried with them.

Zap!

Hum!

A dense plasma ball materialized itself above Basil's head. At the same time, an eerily calming sound of a ring sword was reverberated through the air.

CRACK!

When the golden lightning bolts started striking the Demons, none of them could contain their fear any longer. The scene reminded them of the time when they were being punished by the Gods in the Heavenly Throne.

When the gigantic swords finally reached the ground, a scream full of absolute anguish came out of the mouth of the Demons, creating a haunting music for those who weren't inside Basil's Domain.