Chaos Carrier With A Broken Talent-Chapter 45: Die One More Time

Like all the fallen warriors, Willor was armed with a sword. He wore nothing but a torn cloak and old clothes.

However, Klaus was wrong about one thing.

Willor was not as strong as he was when he died. No, he was much stronger. Every day, his body was saturated with energy, and the Lost Knight was preparing him for his return during the next Thunder of Tour Howls.

His body was not as strong or fast physically due to his damaged muscles and bones, but energy flowed from him in powerful waves.

Ethan felt it as soon as they entered Willor’s strike zone.

It became harder to breathe. It vaguely resembled the aura of the Ceremony Master, who was a Second Rank Carrier, but only partially. After all, even at his peak, Willor was far from that level of power.

’Damn, this is bad,’ Ethan thought. ’After all, I’m a First Rank Carrier who doesn’t have a single Ring. Will I even stand a chance against the Lost Knight? Maybe my Element Spark is in someone else? Shit, that’s unlikely.’

Ethan remembered well the feeling when the fragments connected with him. He couldn’t forget that energy. Neither the Grim Knight, nor the Twilight Reapers, nor the fallen warriors emitted a suitable aura.

Moreover, Ethan understood that the fragments led him to a place where a creature with a powerful element of darkness was located, because it was this element that prevailed during the connection.

’Alright, we have a swordsman against us, and we have a swordsman. There shouldn’t be any problems.’

Step.

Willor strode forward, a gust of wind rushing past, fluttering his cape.

Immediately, Klaus lunged forward, their swords clashing in a cascade of sparks.

Time after time, Klaus attacked, while Willor defended himself. His movements were calm and smooth, holding his sword with just one hand. At the same time, Klaus tried to find Willor’s weak spot and break through his defense.

It might have seemed that Klaus was greatly inferior to Willor and that they were on different levels, but that would be a rookie mistake.

’Defending is always easier than attacking,’ Ethan thought, slowly circling Willor. ’But you can’t defend forever when you’re fighting three people!’

Throwing a gesture, Ethan swung his dagger as Aime activated her bracelets. Red crystals burst from the ground, quickly covering Willor’s legs, acting as strong, unbreakable concrete.

She didn’t use her strings, knowing that her father could easily cut or tear them with brute force. The Twilight Reaper was vulnerable to her because of the difference in elements and the fact that he was an Ethereal Creature. Against Willor, who was still a creature of flesh, it wouldn’t work as effectively.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

With a loud crack, the crystals grew, forcing Willor to look down.

The bloody blade of Ethan’s dagger was dangerously close, but that wasn’t all.

Before attacking Willor, they had little time to discuss a plan, so they acted quickly and in unison.

Purple rings appeared above Aime’s hand as she swung, launching several energy orbs at Willor, trembling with the energy locked inside them.

But that wasn’t all.

Klaus stepped back as his sword filled with a blue glow, drawing particles of light to the edges of the blade.

"Gha..." Klaus exhaled a frosty breath as he took a fighting stance.

In a heartbeat, he surged forward, delivering three swift blows with his sword.

They did it in such a way that three separate attacks came from different sides, and the crystals prevented Willor from moving.

His empty eyes filled with fear for his life, for his instincts were still working even though he had been dead for a long time.

Clutch.

Instead of attacking, Willor ripped the cross pendant from his belt, raised it, and clutched it tightly.

A glow covered the field as an azure barrier fell like a dome over Willor, protecting him from all attacks.

"WHAT??!!"

Klaus’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"How the hell can he use the artifact?!"

He turned to Aime for an answer, but it was clear from her face that she also didn’t understand what was happening. It was strange because she came here for this pendant, she should have known that it was an artifact.

BAM!

Willor’s fist slammed into Klaus’s face.

He shouldn’t let himself get distracted during a fight. He knew that, but he made the same mistake again. Willor was about to continue, ice-cold streams gathering around his sword, but something made him turn around.

In his eyes, he saw Ethan’s silhouette, the dark cross running down his arm. With a click, a vertical line shot forward as the projectile flew out.

Step.

Without hesitation, Willor stepped forward, shaking the ground. An ice pillar burst to the surface, meeting the dark projectile.

However, before the darkness could dissipate, the sharp tip flew through, grazing Willor’s chest.

Willor lowered his gaze as the line trembled and Ethan appeared before him, ready to deliver the final strike.

There was only one message in his eyes:

"DIE!"

At the last moment, Willor covered his face with his palm, absorbing the force of the blow.

The dark blast tore Willor’s hand apart, but he remained alive, though half of his face was torn to shreds.

He raised his sword to cut Ethan in two, but at that moment, Ethan looked behind him.

Whooooosh.

Klaus swung his sword, cutting off Willor’s second arm. His energy condensed, activating the pendant once more, but it was useless.

An unstable barrier appeared, but the cross pendant didn’t have enough energy, it reached the limit. However, Ethan was already inside the protective zone.

"I’m sorry, but I have to do this in front of your daughter."

Ethan stepped forward, plunging the dagger straight into Willor’s neck. It wasn’t enough, so he had to grab the hilt with both hands, cutting through the thick bone.

Then, Aime gasped as she watched her father’s head fly off his shoulders. It spun wildly before finally falling to the ground at her feet.

There was not a single drop of blood, only pure death — final this time.