hotmtlnovel Chapter 621: The Legendary Battle
Chapter 621: The Legendary Battle
"What? Let me see too!"
Even the usually lazy Reginald’s eyes widened at Shye’s words. He quickly sprinted over to Shye, eager to watch.
This hunt was the most celebrated one in the entire world.
Unfortunately, the WAA permitted only a hundred copies of the full battle to be sold in select shops, and they were priced extremely high.
It was simply impossible for youngsters of today to purchase one as all one hundred copies had already been sold long ago.
Shye didn’t expect that the old baldy would whip one out as though it was nothing.
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Dark clouds loomed over what had once been a peaceful and prosperous city, while black lightning struck unpredictably—fierce, violent, and terrifying, filling the air with the acrid smell of burnt flesh and concrete.
Skyscrapers collapsed, clouds of dust billowed, and rubbles flew everywhere as though a doomsday meteor.
It was a scene of utter chaos and havoc as citizens, and even adventurers fled for their lives, their mortal bodies shaking at the sight of an enormous and terrifyingly majestic black creature.
It hovered hundreds of feet into the sky, looking down on everyone with its starry, blackish-blue eyes that seemed to peer through one’s very soul.
Yet, despite the height at which the creature flew, its shadow still covered much of Yon Augenn City.
It made the top-ranked city in the world, home to the WAA’s Main Headquarters, appear no more significant than a random adventurer city one might pass by regularly.
A ruined version, even.
’The Black Dragon!’ Shye thought as his body shivered at the sight of the monstrous deity.
It was clearly enraged, or at least manipulated into a state of rage, as it suddenly opened its colossal maw.
A massive sphere of black, infernal flames erupted from it, crashing down with devastating force and obliterating all the buildings on Yon Augenn City’s third and fourth streets.
Nothing was left but ashes, even items resistant to flames were reduced to nothing.
The two youngsters then continued to converse in whispers.
"Still...isn’t he...a bit too ugly? Shouldn’t heroes have, you know, at least your level of good looks?"
"Yeah, even Albus Verona of the Poison Cloud was pretty decent-looking compared to the old man in his prime."
"Wait, can you even call that his ’prime’? Wouldn’t the older version be more attractive? At least the older one seemed more mature, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, you might be right..."
Naturally, Sanada could hear them, resulting in his body trembling in anger.
’These two bastards dare insult my looks?!’
"YOU LITTLE BRATS! GIVE THAT TO ME IF YOU’RE NOT GONNA WATCH SERIOUSLY!!" The old man erupted, attempting to grab the recording crystal in utter fury.
"W-What do you mean?! Aren’t we both watching properly?!" Shye said, equally angry.
Fortunately, he managed to dodge the old man’s swift hand; otherwise, they would lose their once-in-a-lifetime chance to watch the legendary battle.
"C-Calm down, Old man! We’ll try our best to not say anything unnecessary so let us watch properly!" Reginald added, finally earning them a second chance from the fuming old baldy.
"If you two brats dare say one more unnecessary thing, just see if I give in to any of your demands..."
This was the first time Shye saw the old man extremely angry. Hence, he was both satisfied and scared, not daring to spout bullcrap again about the young Sanada’s looks.
Fortunately, their attention was suddenly captured by another massive explosion, this time a purple one.
"Aeryth! Help Dweezel and Vidarr! The rest of you, assist me—I’ll take on this monstrosity!" The young Sanada said with a stoic expression, taking over the reins while Dweezel was out.
His status was clearly high among the seven, as the other three—Liiseon Ashbluff of the Burning Bow, Elune Nightsong of the Luminous Starfall, and Leif Mistvain of the Shadow Slaughter—nodded without hesitation and followed his orders.
Soon after, a moment unfolded that would forever be etched in the minds of Shye and Reginald—one that would deepen their respect for Sanada Eiichiro of the Howling Void.
This was the moment when he earned the nickname "The Voidweaver."