I Don’t Use Dual Blades

“There is no such thing as a Demon God. He is merely your clone, or perhaps the true Demon God has long been dead…”

Hestia gazed at the familiar figure before her, the flame of her lantern flickering.

“You still see through things so thoroughly. Indeed, the true Demon God was merely a small evil god, and when I learned that this evil god would intersect with your future, I killed him in advance and replaced him with my own power.”

As she spoke, Lilith gently stroked the air before her. Purplish-black mist condensed before her eyes, forming floating Tarot cards.

“So what did you see in the future vision from your divination? My death, or your victory?”

“No, no, no, the future is deceptive. Even seeing the future with one’s own eyes doesn’t necessarily make it real. So I chose to enter the game myself.”

Lilith walked forward, her alluring and enchanting face adorned with an inviting smile.

Her purple beautiful eyes seemed to be full of affection, like smoke and mist.

She reached out, wanting to caress Hestia’s chin, but the moment her hand was about to touch the other’s body, silver flames suddenly erupted.

She abruptly retracted her hand, a hint of understanding in her eyes.

“You’re still as clueless about romance as ever…”

“If your ‘romance’ involves forcibly conquering a deity, I imagine no deity would agree, even if one came.”

Hestia rarely frowned, the silver divine fire burning fiercely on her body constantly wary of Lilith’s movements.

“Why be so stubborn? If you had accepted my invitation back then, I probably would have unified the continent by now, no?”

Lilith, sensing Hestia’s wariness, wisely retracted her hand, turned around, and spoke of past events.

“Lilith, I don’t have time to dally with you here. This is merely a clone of yours. If you truly wish to settle all karma with me, then let your main body come.”

Golden light and silver brilliance merged. Hestia, who had been in a defensive state, suddenly stepped forward. Vast divine power, like two invisible hands, frantically tore at the gloomy space, which felt like a cage.

“Are you worried about your saintess?”

“Hmm~ I suppose so. After all, since that old man died, she must be your last believer, right?”

“Are you very worried about her? Are you afraid of past events repeating themselves?”

Each of Lilith’s sentences deliberately poked at the wounds and memories buried deep in Hestia’s heart.

Yet, the Goddess of Lampfire’s eyes showed little ripple, as if time had long since smoothed over the scars, and pain no longer moved Her.

“I trust her.”

“Trust her? Heh heh, Hestia, you truly don’t learn. You trust an elf who was once human? I remember you just told me you didn’t trust me, and then you turn around and tell me you trust her?”

At this, Lilith’s gaze and tone suddenly became dangerous.

“Precisely because it is she, I trust. Precisely because she is the last, I trust. Precisely because she is her disciple, I trust.”

“If it takes three reasons to trust someone, then I now have no reason not to trust.”

Hestia paid no mind to Lilith’s mockery. Under the refining of intertwining golden and silver flames, a nascent spear slowly manifested in the divine fire.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll turn your last believer against you again? You know, your saintess is now my proudest Demon Queen~”

“Go ahead and try. Let’s see if your conjecture can come true.”

Hestia showed no fear.

She reached out and drew the spear from the scorching flames.

Two streams of different colored flames transformed into two vibrant fire dragons, intertwining around the shaft of the spear.

“The human mind is extremely fragile. With just a little temptation or blow, they will quickly change their minds. And your current saintess had many vulnerabilities in her mind before becoming an elf…”

“And now my pawn knows all her weaknesses. What if she is defeated in her most proud domain? Will this last believer of yours fall like her predecessor? Will she degenerate into a demon race that you detest?”

“If she degenerates into a demon race, then let her be a demon princess.”

“That way, the former saintess and the current saintess of the Reincarnation Cult can make a pair.”

Clang!

The two intertwining flames flashed before her eyes, followed by a deafening roar.

Lilith’s expression froze.

She slowly lowered her head, looking at the weapon piercing her abdomen, then looked up at the calm Hestia.

“Lilith, your jealousy is overflowing.”

Hestia’s calm words made the previously arrogant Demon God Lilith lower her head and fall silent.

“Heh heh, I am jealous of you… Jealous that you can always get what I cannot. But so what?!”

“What I cannot have, you shall not have either! I will watch with my own eyes as the existence you consider your hope is personally defiled and destroyed by me!”

As her words fell, the bottom of the space instantly shattered.

Dense cracks collapsed downwards like broken glass shards.

Immediately after, a gaping maw like an abyss opened, thousands of sharp fangs seemingly ready to swallow the faint glow above…

Facing a straight punch that generated a sonic boom, the girl swiftly crossed her hands.

The straight punch struck hard against the twin blades made of silver obsidian.

Immediately, sharp sounds like a wail echoed in her ears.

Selina’s body was pushed back dozens of feet, leaving deep marks on the ground from the violent friction.

The girl tremblingly released her defensive stance, her fingers gripping the twin blades numb from the shock.

‘Such terrifying strength, it’s like fighting a humanoid dragon.’

Selina looked at Noct, who was in a combat stance, his face filled with mocking confidence, a hint of wariness flashing in her eyes.

“How’s that? Shocked by my power?”

Noct flew forward, then followed up with a spinning kick.

The terrifying raw power unleashed a series of explosive sounds in the air.

Selina, using the six stages of Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, narrowly dodged his attacks each time.

‘No, fighting like this is too passive. Prince Noct, with his rejuvenated and even enhanced physical body, now surpasses some Transcendent-rank warriors in physical strength and speed. My Wind Spirit Moon Shadow cannot function at its maximum without an overwhelming speed advantage.’

‘My own attacks against vampires are just scratching them. If not for the Lampfire Goddess’s blessing, it would have taken a lot of time to kill that behemoth just now. If I still had a speed advantage, I could have worn him down faster and killed him.’

‘But now, with six stages of Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, my speed is only barely faster than Noct’s. Several times, I’ve narrowly avoided his attacks. If I were to take a punch of such terrifying force, would my assassin-like body be able to withstand having half a vital artery torn?’

And in just this moment of thought, Noct once again seized the opportunity, and a fierce whip-kick came hurtling towards her.

“Boom!”

Accompanied by a loud crash.

Her twin blades, crossed above her head, narrowly blocked the attack.

But looking at her bloodied tiger’s mouth, Selina knew she couldn’t continue to defend so passively.

She rose from her kneeling posture, standing fully upright. Her silver twin blades relaxed at her sides.

The offensive and defensive sword stance was abandoned. Noct looked at her seemingly giving up resistance, and scoffed.

“What, already ready to admit defeat? I’m just warming up! I haven’t even put in effort, and you’re already on the verge of collapsing?”

Thick vital energy surged through his chest and limbs.

The combination of endless blood and immense magic made the battle aura available for Noct to squander almost infinite.

His inexhaustible battle aura allowed him to unleash various martial arts without restraint.

His incredibly powerful physical strength and regenerative abilities meant he didn’t need to worry about the burden on his body when releasing powerful forces.

Such a monster, with a nearly perfect physical structure, simply engaging in close-quarters combat against him was suicidal.

Therefore, Selina abandoned the close-quarters combat style using twin blades.

The girl paid no attention to the other’s mocking words.

She calmly and skillfully sheathed her twin blades behind her, then reached out and pulled a small crystal sword from the necklace around her neck.

With the infusion of magic, the crystal sword, originally the size of a thumb, instantly magnified until it reached a size and length perfectly suited for her, then stopped.

“What? You don’t think changing your weapon will allow you to defeat me, do you?”

Noct was incredibly confident in his current physical combat abilities.

Over the years, he had not only sought various methods to break through his physical limits but also painstakingly collected various close-quarters martial arts techniques that boasted powerful destructive capabilities.

With the vampires’ abnormal memory ability, the core techniques of combat skills that could tear mountains with mere fists and kicks were deeply etched into his mind.

He did not believe that Selina, with this frail elf body and incomplete Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, could contend with him at this moment.

“To be honest, your impression of me is a bit stereotypical.”

Selina toyed with the crystal sword in her hand, a curious gleam, unique to a young girl, sparkling in her emerald eyes.

She had used Hestia’s Crystal Sword, which represented the authority of the soul, many times.

But this was her first time officially using a Crystal Sword representing the elements, like Themis’s.

Her slender index finger gently caressed the uneven surface of the crystal.

“You’re right. Currently, I cannot gain an advantage in strength, nor can I achieve an overwhelming speed. In close-quarters combat, as Selina, I am indeed not as good as you, but…”

“Did you forget? The one who reached the pinnacle of speed was a human named Conde. And now, standing before you is Selina, an elf!”

At that moment, the unique pressure of a mage descended abruptly. The pressure of a High-level cultivator was undeniably manifest.

“Why do you think that in a battle with an elf, she would choose to fight you to the death in martial arts?”

Fiery red, icy blue, gentle cyan, soft green, heavy brown, clear yellow, mysterious purple, dazzling silver, heavy black, mysterious pale, bewitching green, heavy gray.

Heavy brown, fleeting purple, radiant gold, gloomy black…

When countless dazzling lights gathered around Selina like a rainbow, the girl’s aura suddenly changed.

Magic runes appeared in her crimson-emerald eyes, and immense magic surged like a tidal wave, ready to erupt.

“You?!”

Noct’s expression suddenly changed, sensing that something was wrong.

He never expected that the man who was once at the pinnacle of speed in his previous life, simply by changing races, would now completely abandon his proudest domain and fight him with magic!

‘This isn’t right! This doesn’t match my expectations!’

According to his years of collecting and understanding information about Conde, he should belong to the type of hardworking genius whose innate talent wasn’t exceptional but relied entirely on acquired effort.

After all, if someone in this world had superb magical aptitude, why would they work themselves to death practicing and learning those crude, barbaric martial arts?

‘Wearing silken magic robes, elegantly and leisurely chanting spells, wouldn’t that be much more pleasant?’

He should be the kind of person who put all his energy and effort into martial arts training, with the path of magic blocked for him.

His innate deficiency of one arm limited him from practicing most martial arts.

Speed was his only path. This was his only path. He shouldn’t give it up, should he?

His battle with her should have been a clash of flesh and flesh, a blending of blood and blood.

Then he, with an absolute overwhelming force, would defeat Selina, who was now exquisitely refined like a demoness in a boudoir.

Finally, according to the Demon God’s instructions, he would shatter her last pride, forcing her to fall.

But why was everything that was theoretically planned so completely reversed in reality?

Selina seemed to have seen the confusion in Noct’s eyes.

She held the S-rank crystal sword, which gathered various elements, and smiled faintly.

“Very confused, aren’t you?”

“It’s good that you’re confused. After all, you’ve never truly understood me. I’ve never been confined by my accomplishments in martial arts speed. In my previous life, my combat style was only because I was only suited for cultivating speed back then. But now, I am an elf, not a human. Elves are good at being friends with magical elements.”

“To add, I don’t use twin blades anymore…”

The moment her voice fell, an endless torrent of elements, like a breached dam, surged towards Noct. The girl’s soft and gentle incantation echoed throughout the entire space.

[Fire Magic: High-Tier: Meteor Fire Rain]

Scorching heat seemed to tear red cracks in the ceiling. Scarlet flames enveloped falling meteors, plummeting towards the ground with destructive force. The dark secret room was illuminated by firelight, and dragons of flame danced wildly in the air.

[Wind Magic: High-Tier: Vault Storm Slash]

Raging winds, guided by pure elements, condensed at the core. Energy transformed into invisible blades, unleashing the wrath of the sky unreservedly upon the mortal realm.

[Lightning Magic: High-Tier: Sin-Purging Verdict]

Lightning, cleaving heaven and earth, dyed the world’s colors into pure black and white.

Crimson thunder from hell roared, punishing gods and judging life and death with a verdict meant for sinners.

Three terrifying high-tier magic spells instantly covered Noct’s tiny figure.

Until lightning and fire intertwined, and wind and fire consumed the city, Selina stood calmly beneath the shimmering light of countless magical elements, unperturbed.