Chapter 1152: True Power Of Artifacts

A drug addict father who didn't care for his family.

A mother who had to work like a slave every day to run her family.

A son who couldn't bear the bullying at school and became a gangster, risking death every day.

Worst of all, a young daughter who sold herself to a mad scientist just so that she could afford school.

This was one dysfunctional family. This was the suffering of just four people. How many people lived in Ubiq? How many people lived in Duchy?

Indeed, Jorand was wronged by his uncle. His parents were killed unjustly. He was chased out and nearly died.

It's all wrong.

But was his suffering in any way comparable to what hundreds of billions of people went through because of him supporting the drug menace?

He might not have invited the Havocs here, but he sure helped them integrate into the Centaurus smoothly.

For his so-called revenge, how many people did he drive to death and how many lives did he destroy?

For all the talk of suffering and injustice, Varian couldn't see Lord Jorand any different from Duke Cassius.

His words caused a ripple in the crowd.

The reason they were so easily persuaded that they were on the wrong side was that Centaurus had been declining for centuries.

Most of them couldn't stomach that despite all their efforts, their collective prowess was going down. Even though they all fought for Centaurus, they had little pride in it.

So, when someone did accuse that Centaurus was in the wrong, it just felt right. Surely, they must've been in the wrong. That's why, they're declining like this.

Of course, if Centaurus had been a warring duchy, such a situation wouldn't occur. For a group that fights for survival, things such as the right and wrong sides simply wouldn't matter. But Centaurus had no war in the past five centuries and had been declining.

Thus, it was in a unique state where the people had forgotten war and grew weak-willed.

In that situation, Varian's words woke them up.

Yes, Barix weakened most of them through drugs. So, these guys were in bed with the drug mafia which ruined countless lives.

Even if the top powerhouses of Centaurus were trash and scum, the Barix province was no better.

'They're son of bitches, but they're our son of bitches!' With that mentality, the powerhouses of the Centaurus Duchy fought back fiercely.

The battle that was dominated by the Barix province was slowly snatched back by them and in just a few minutes, the two sides were neck to neck.

It seemed like the battle would go on forever, but things changed completely with Varian's addition.

Every time his sword flashed, the head of a Barix warrior or Centaurus traitor, flew into the sky.

In a ridiculously short period of time, as if mocking all the efforts of the Centaurus rank 3s as child play, he slayed all rank 3 warriors of Barix province.

Every rank had their own region where they were fighting.

Rank 1s were the farthest and on the periphery. Rank 2s were somewhat inside. Rank 3s were even inner with rank 4s fighting just outside the translucent barrier where the Duke was facing off against Lord Jorand and traitor Akira.

Now, except for the rank 4s, everyone else just fell back to their side and stared at the area where the rank 3s fought with palpitations.

"W-What the fuck was that supposed to be?"

"Is he from our side?"

"Do we even know him?"

All the rank 3 warriors of Centaurus distanced themselves away from Varian. They had no idea how to treat this monster who casually slaughtered the enemies they struggled against.

If he tried to kill them, they knew they wouldn't be able to resist for more than a couple of minutes.

And that's the case if the strength he had shown so far was his full strength.

Varian glanced at them from the corner of his eye and turned to the rank 2s and rank 1s who were staring at this area with anxious eyes.

When they noticed him turning to them, the Barix warriors despaired and the Centaurus members rejoiced.

Once he joined the battlefield, it was very easy to clear off the ene—

"You guys can stop fighting. Regardless of how well or bad you do, the result will depend on the top dogs." Varian said in a light but irrefutable tone and slowly walked to the rank 4 area.

The soldiers and officers looked at each other in confusion. Even the rank 3 Centaurians who were about to slaughter the rank 2 and rank 1 Barix warriors opened their mouths to retort his absurd words.

But in the end, no one said anything.

So, a strange scene took place in the central grounds of the duchy's capital. Thousands of troops sat in two groups around the fighting area of six rank 4s.

Duke Cassius vs Lord Jorand and Akira.

Prime Minister and Grand Admiral vs Bald Slave of peak rank 4.

But all their eyes followed a young man who slowly stepped into the fight of these giants.

Exhaling deeply, Varian unsheathed his artifact—the demon sword. The blood pooled all across the battlefield shook violently and flew to the sword in lumps.

The demon sword sucked the blood like a greedy beast and began to glow with a fiery red light. The so-called artifact of the devas began to show a glimpse of its power.

'This power...Sovereigns using these artifacts is like two snipers fighting melee with their rifles.'

Varian's hand holding the sword vibrated at such a high speed that his bones began to creak.

With a movement of the slivers, the six powers of Varian's divine paths suddenly and poured into his mystic path, pushing it from the peak of rank 2 to a state fairly surpassing that of rank 3.

Then, Varian's hand blurred and he slashed the sword.

A blinding beam of red light reached the rank 4s immersed in the battle.