SFRW-Chapter 307

Ch. 307 Sword God From The Ruined World  

“There was more than one?”  

For Seo Do-jun, who had believed that only the Fallen Angel who left relics in Iostem was the sole child of God, the revelation that Ophel was also an Angel came as no small shock.  

Above all, Ophel had clearly referred to ‘brethrens’. 

That meant there could be other Fallen Angels out there somewhere.  

And—  

“Weren’t they supposed to have become mortal beings after being banished from the divine realm?”  

The mere fact that Ophel was still alive defied Seo Do-jun’s understanding.  

Though there were countless questions swirling in his mind, he set them aside for now and swung his sword.  

Wooooooong—!  

“……!”  

An overwhelming surge of magic erupted from Seo Do-jun’s heart—far more than he had ever imagined possible.  

‘Vipiens’s magic!’  

The first Dragon Heart, Arhekto’s, had expended a significant portion of its power to elevate Seo Do-jun to the level of a Transcendent.  

To transcend the inherent limitations of humanity and forge a new state of being, even the immense power condensed within a Dragon Heart had to be nearly exhausted.  

Only after solidifying his status as a Transcendent did Seo Do-jun begin using the remaining magic from Arhekto—and even that alone had granted him power far surpassing others.  

But Vipiens’s heart had fully assimilated with his own, becoming one with his being.  

Though slightly different from the power Vipiens wielded in life, the sheer magnitude of this force was undeniable.  

‘I can win!’  

No—it wasn’t just about winning.  

The seemingly boundless magic pumping through his heart like a raging torrent made him believe he could crush both Ophel and Barhaut simultaneously.  

‘Let’s see.’  

With a fierce swing, Seo Do-jun met the colossal ashen sword energy hurtling toward him.  

He didn’t need to do anything special.  

Just swing his sword.  

That alone was enough.  

Zzzz—CRACK!  

The pure white sword energy unleashed from his blade erupted with the force of scorching flames and crackling lightning, obliterating Ophel’s ashen slash in an instant.  

‘Did it even fuse the properties of Eternal Embers and thunder?’  

Given that Vipiens’s magic governed all attributes, this was only natural.  

Not just fire and lightning—but water, wind, earth, light, and darkness.  

Vipiens had embraced every element, bending them to his will. Now that Seo Do-jun had absorbed that magic in its entirety, there was no reason he couldn’t do the same.  

[…Impressive.]  

Ophel’s expression twisted in genuine dismay as Seo Do-jun effortlessly blocked his attack.  

Revealing his true form had been Ophel’s declaration that he intended to end this battle as swiftly as possible.  

He had no time to waste.  

If the fact that he—who should have died long ago—was still alive reached the ears of God, the consequences would be catastrophic.  

Unlike his other brethren, Ophel had concealed his existence, enduring solely for the purpose of reclaiming his divinity. The last thing he wanted was his presence being exposed.  

Moreover, if he could just kill the human before him, he would finally regain the authority of his brethren and restore his divine status.  

There was no retreating.  

He couldn’t afford to.  

Crossing his twin blades once more, Ophel swung them at Seo Do-jun with renewed ferocity.  

Swish—SWOOSH!  

The ashen sword energy tore through space itself as it raced toward Seo Do-jun.  

Yet, even against an attack powerful enough to rend space, Seo Do-jun didn’t retreat half a step. He simply swung his sword in response.  

ZZZZ—BOOM!  

Once again, Ophel’s attack shattered mid-air, failing to breach Seo Do-jun’s defense.  

[T-This…]  

Twice now, his strikes had been effortlessly nullified. Ophel’s face contorted grotesquely in frustration.  

This was power beyond reason!  

A strength far surpassing anything he had anticipated!  

-It seems far more of Vipiens’ power has been inherited than we expected.  

Barhaut, who had been observing, clenched his fist and thrust it forward.  

WHOOSH—!  

A dozen massive axes tore through space, hurtling toward Seo Do-jun.  

Simultaneously, Barhaut spread his other palm wide and brought it down in a crushing motion.  

CRACK—CRUMBLE!  

This time, dozens of spears—each thicker than the pillars of a building—rained down from above at terrifying speed.  

[This is my first time witnessing the Thousand Arms Technique of the Tirotio Royal Family in its full glory.]  

The Thousand Arms Technique.  

A secret art passed down only through the bloodline of the Tirotio royalty, granting mastery over a thousand weapons at will.  

Instead of responding to Ophel, Barhaut unfurled his clenched fist and twisted it in a circular motion.  

This time, it was swords.  

Five grotesquely massive greatswords aimed straight for Seo Do-jun’s back.  

Axes, spears, and now swords—  

Seo Do-jun could feel the overwhelming pressure bearing down on him.  

‘Good. This is more like it!’  

If Barhaut had appeared too weak, Seo Do-jun would have felt more emptiness than satisfaction in his revenge.  

But Barhaut was still Barhaut.  

A being mighty enough to bring ruin to an entire world, a dimensional overlord who toyed with planets at his whim!  

With exhilaration, Seo Do-jun unleashed the Vandeyan Family’s sword techniques.  

From the Second Form to the Third, and even the Fourth.  

Never before had he simultaneously employed three sword forms at once.  

The strain on his body and magic would have been catastrophic, inflicting severe backlash.  

But now, things were different.  

As a Transcendent, his physical limits were irrelevant, and Vipiens’s magic ensured he had no shortage of power.  

Countless sword trajectories wove a dense web around Seo Do-jun, shredding the incoming spears to pieces.  

The remaining slashes spiraled into a whirlwind of sword energy, slicing the five greatswords behind him into fragments.  

The spirals merged, forming a colossal tidal wave of energy that pulverized the dozens of axes before surging toward Barhaut with undiminished force.  

The fusion of three sword forms into one left even Seo Do-jun momentarily stunned.  

Not just in sheer power—it felt as though an entirely new sword form had been born.  

Meanwhile, Barhaut’s brow furrowed deeply as he watched Seo Do-jun effortlessly dismantle his Thousand Arms Technique and counterattack.  

This wasn’t good.  

He had fought countless Transcendents hailed as dimensional overlords, but never before had he faced such overwhelming pressure.  

-Ophel.  

Realizing that facing Seo Do-jun alone was futile, Barhaut signaled for a joint assault.  

Originally, he had envisioned a battle of attrition, but now, plans had to change.  

Understanding Barhaut’s intent, Ophel raised his twin blades skyward without hesitation.  

CRACK—BOOM!  

The heavens split.  

Ophel invoked ‘Divine Retribution’—one of his most formidable abilities, capable of delivering a blow even a God could not evade.  

A blinding bolt of lightning descended from the rift in the sky.  

Even if the target were divine, there was no escaping unscathed.  

As Ophel unleashed his authority, Barhaut, recognizing his intent to end the battle in one strike, revealed his own trump card without holding back.  

SCREEEECH—!  

A nightmarish creature, its form barely describable, tore through space, its gaping maw lunging to devour Seo Do-jun whole.  

A single head with three mouths, an elongated torso, and thirty-seven writhing limbs—  

[T-That thing… Is that Purequilius?!]  

Ophel’s eyes widened in shock as he recognized the monstrosity.  

He knew Barhaut could imprison targets within his personal space at the cost of one of his authorities, but never had he imagined it would be Purequilius, one of Antarian’s highest-tier monsters.  

[To even summon Purequilius… I’m glad we’re on the same page.]  

Ophel smirked, satisfied that Barhaut had perfectly grasped his intent.  

-Likewise.  

Both were certain their combined assault would succeed, dealing catastrophic—if not fatal—damage to Seo Do-jun.  

A shiver ran down Seo Do-jun’s spine as he faced Divine Retribution and the nightmarish Purequilius charging toward him with no room to escape.  

Gripping his sword hilt tightly, he felt the confidence from absorbing Vipiens’s heart waver for the first time.  

Planetary Sovereigns who wielded authorities were entities of a completely different caliber from ordinary Transcendents.  

No wonder some referred to them as beings ‘akin to Gods’.  

Without hesitation, Seo Do-jun unleashed the Vandeyan Family’s sword techniques once more.  

There was no time to ponder whether he could block or not—this was his only option.  

As the sword’s trajectories formed a massive barrier—  

KWA-BOOOOOM!  

Divine Retribution struck, shattering the defense instantly.  

Though his barrier collapsed, Seo Do-jun remained composed. Swinging his sword, he redirected the divine lightning, channeling it toward Purequilius.  

‘Guh—!’  

An agonizing surge of electricity coursed through his body, unlike anything he had ever experienced.  

His mind blanked from the searing pain, and something thick and metallic rose in his throat.  

“…Cough!”  

Gritting his teeth, Seo Do-jun danced with his sword, slashing in all directions.  

To his astonishment, fragments of Divine Retribution scattered from his blade like shattered glass.  

These fragments rained down upon Purequilius, striking its massive form just as it was about to swallow Seo Do-jun whole.  

BOOM! CRACK! BOOM! CRACK!  

With each strike, the monster’s limbs burst apart like fireworks.  

Despite being Antarian’s highest-tier monster, possessing strength and a physique beyond imagination, Purequilius stood no chance against Divine Retribution—a force even Gods could not endure unscathed.  

[H-How is this possible?!]  

Ophel trembled uncontrollably, unable to believe his eyes.  

The idea that someone could weaponize Divine Retribution against them had never crossed his mind.  

Barhaut, too, stood frozen in disbelief.  

Purequilius had been captured at great cost—exchanging one of his authorities for the monster’s subjugation.  

To see it being torn apart so effortlessly made him want to deny reality itself.  

“Ghk—!”  

Of course, Seo Do-jun hadn’t emerged unscathed.  

Though he had repurposed Divine Retribution, the backlash was immense. His body burned, and severe damage wracked his form.  

Staggering, he spat blood—just as Ophel and Barhaut seized the opportunity to attack again.  

Though their initial plan hadn’t yielded the results they hoped for, Seo Do-jun was far from unharmed.  

Neither Barhaut nor Ophel would let this chance slip.  

They pressed forward, determined to end this—whether in this assault or the next.  

Space split once more as another barrage of weapons rained down.  

Barhaut had unleashed the full might of his Thousand Arms Technique.  

Above Seo Do-jun, ashen clouds gathered, and from within, a single blade descended like a beam of light.  

At the same time, the earth upheaved, and another ashen sword erupted from below.  

Ophel had merged his twin blades with the very heavens and earth.  

The Swordsmanship of the divine realm—taught to him by God Himself.  

Amidst the overwhelming onslaught, Seo Do-jun bit his lip until it bled and swung his sword with everything he had.  

His blade shone with a radiant light, as though transformed—while hundreds of weapons, along with the twin blades of heaven and earth, sought to shatter it.  

KWA-AAAAAAAAH!  

A cataclysmic explosion of light!  

The sky trembled, the earth split—the sheer force of the blast brought the fierce battle to a momentary halt.  

“Uncle—!”  

Choi Kang-soo cried out, staring at the blinding explosion.  

“Seo Do-jun!”  

“Kassal!”  

Hyun Joo-yeon and Gloria also shouted his name, their voices laced with worry.  

If Seo Do-jun fell here, it was all over.  

The situation was already dire—facing Kael, the remaining Seven Apostles, and Ophel’s Hundred Knights.  

The only reason they had held on this long was the slim hope that Seo Do-jun might defeat Barhaut and Ophel.  

As the light subsided, the battlefield lay in ruins—utterly devastated.  

Amidst the wreckage, only the shattered fragments of Seo Do-jun’s sword remained, scattered in all directions.