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Chapter 290: Special Reward
🕑 Added 2025-07-10 03:29:00 +0000 UTC“Pfft!”
Struggling in the sand, Ishtar coughed up blood, her face filled with horror, finally panicking. She hadn’t expected Blake to be so strong. Even with her divine power fully unleashed, she was instantly defeated without any ability to fight back! This scene was so similar, practically a replica of the Familia War Game from this morning!
“You, you really want to kill me? I am a god! If you kill me, you will surely incur divine wrath!” Looking at Blake, who walked slowly towards her with a cold expression, showing no pity for her beauty, Ishtar screamed hoarsely. She had never considered that she, a god, would be injured to this extent by a human in the lower world, even facing a life-threatening crisis.
“God, what a magnificent word. In your subconscious, you’ve always considered humans an inferior species, haven’t you?” Hearing this, Blake paused slightly, then let out a contemptuous laugh.
“So what! You still grew stronger only by accepting our divine grace!” Hearing this, Ishtar didn’t deny it, but roared hoarsely.
“Calling the power adventurers risk their lives to obtain as if it were your own gift, you’re truly twisted.” Blake almost burst out laughing at Ishtar’s words, his expression growing more mocking.
“Forget it, I’m too lazy to waste words with you. Before I kill you, let me tell you a secret. Apollo was killed by me long ago. You’re no different.” Then, without waiting for Ishtar to say anything else, Blake spoke again.
“What!!!!!” Hearing this, Ishtar stared at Blake in disbelief, her entire body stiffening.
THWACK—! The next moment, before Ishtar could react, a sword reappeared in Blake’s hand. He casually thrust it through Ishtar’s head, and terrifying magic power surged out, instantly destroying Ishtar’s brain completely.
GURGLE—! Facing this fatal injury, Ishtar could only collapse to the ground, her eyes filled with resentment, hatred, disbelief, and other negative emotions. Crimson blood flowed wildly, and the breath of life instantly extinguished.
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“How utterly boring.” Looking down at Ishtar’s corpse, Blake shook his head and snapped his fingers. In an instant, crimson karmic flames appeared, incinerating Ishtar’s corpse until nothing remained.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations to the host for completing a hidden mission (bfdf). Reward: One sword upgrade opportunity.]
“Hm? There’s a reward? A bit surprising. But what is a sword upgrade?” Hearing the sudden voice in his mind, Blake said in surprise.
“Master, ‘sword upgrade’ means increasing the quality of a sword by a significant tier. However, it’s useless for established Noble Phantasms...” Ling’er quickly explained.
“Oh? There’s such a function? System, I’m slightly impressed with you.” Hearing this, Blake’s eyes lit up slightly, and he said happily. His Ice Whisper Sword (???) had been kept in his spatial ring because it couldn’t keep up with his strength, fearing it would be damaged by his power. Even when he gave a sword to Ais, Blake couldn’t bear to give her the Ice Whisper Sword, which was most suitable for her, choosing instead the Holy Sword of Dragon Slayer. After all, this sword was given to him by Lia (??), and held deep sentimental value.
Of course, it wasn’t that the Holy Sword of Dragon Slayer, Ascalon, wasn’t suitable for Ais; on the contrary, it was very suitable. Ais hated black dragons, and the Holy Sword of Dragon Slayer happened to be effective against dragon-type creatures. Now, with the system providing a sword upgrade opportunity, perhaps the Ice Whisper Sword could once again be wielded by him in battle. After all, this sword held the deepest emotional connection for him. So even without that restriction, Blake planned to upgrade the Ice Whisper Sword.
“Ling’er, upgrade the Ice Whisper Sword.” After his initial joy, Blake took out the Ice Whisper Sword from his spatial ring, gently caressing its blade with a nostalgic gaze. The sword spirit within the Ice Whisper Sword also trembled like a child, emitting a sound of attachment.
“Yes, understood!” Hearing this, Ling’er instantly gave a pretty nod and began the operation. In an instant, the blade of the Ice Whisper Sword shimmered with light, covered in a layer of silver. Blake could feel the Ice Whisper Sword’s level rising at an astonishing speed, and its sword spirit also rapidly matured.
[Ding!]
[Upgrade complete. Ice Whisper Sword has been upgraded to an A++ rank Noble Phantasm, equivalent to Excalibur. Comes with Indestructible attribute, and Anti-Magic attribute.]
[Ding!]
[A good news for the host: if the host can go to the world you call “Blade Dance of the Elementalers,” there might be an unexpected surprise waiting for you~]
A few minutes later, the system’s notification sound rang out in Blake’s mind again.
“An A++ rank Noble Phantasm, even better than I imagined. It seems this Anti-Magic attribute isn’t just an ordinary one.” Blake’s lips curled into a slight smile, unable to hide his joy. To be honest, this was truly an unexpected pleasant surprise.
“And the world of ‘Blade Dance of the Elementalers’... could it be...” Then, Blake remembered the system’s other words, and some imaginative scenes immediately appeared in his mind.
“This is truly something to look forward to.” Blake murmured, gently caressing the shimmering Ice Whisper Sword.
“Alright, things are done. Let’s head back first.” After properly putting away the Ice Whisper Sword, Blake dispelled his Infinite Sword Creation and reappeared in the gloomy forest. With a flash of his figure, he vanished from there. The same forest, with two gods falling within a month. If people knew, they’d probably wet their pants.
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“Hestia, I’m back.” After knocking on the door, Blake opened it and casually walked in. However, to Blake’s surprise, the entire house was incredibly quiet. Although they had eaten a lot at the afternoon banquet and didn’t need dinner, going to bed so early was highly unusual.
“Right... I almost forgot about this.” After sensing the faint presences of Lily and Hestia, Blake’s lips curled slightly, and he muttered to himself. Hestia’s promise hadn’t been fulfilled yet.
“What an understanding goddess.” While muttering this, Blake eagerly walked quickly towards Hestia’s room. He finally understood why Hestia had been relentlessly plying Lily with alcohol at the afternoon banquet, getting her drunk.
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