Cataclysm
Henry stood in place, his entire being seeming to be in a void.
Before Henry, a golden sword bobbed and weaved, looking quite lively.
This was Henry’s first time seeing the Primordial Sword Heart.
Sensing his presence, it swiftly began circling around him.
“Hey, I need your help now. How do I consolidate Sword Intent?”
The Sword Heart spun once in front of Henry, then tilted at a forty-five-degree angle, as if it had something to say.
Henry was stunned for a moment before asking doubtfully.
“You want me to give you a name?”
The Sword Heart nodded, looking very expectant.
“How about Primordial Sword Heart? You don’t like it? You want a different name?”
Wasn’t the system calling it the Primordial Sword Heart? How could copying the answer be wrong?
In his previous life, being terrible at naming things, Henry could spend ages just thinking of a title for an essay, let alone name someone.
He racked his clever little brain, then tentatively suggested.
“How about I call you Cataclysm?”
The name didn’t sound very auspicious; no normal person would probably like such a name.
But upon hearing this name from Henry, the Sword Heart actually began to dance happily.
It slowly flew into Henry’s hand, and a rich Sword Intent continuously poured into Henry’s body.
It was as if he never needed to learn how; Henry knew how to wield Sword Intent from the very start.
At this moment, he seemed to be one with the sword, somewhat like a… sword-person.
Alright, it doesn’t sound very flattering.
When he opened his eyes again, Jessica had already been locked in a stalemate with the puppet for some time.
The scimitar and rapier clashed incessantly, leaving charred marks on the puppet’s pale skin.
But compared to the puppet’s condition, Jessica looked much worse.
Her long hair was disheveled, her gorgeous clothes were now in disarray, and there were several cuts on her body where the blade had pierced through.
Jessica stared at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, her voice choked with emotion: “Mother, you once said that as members of the royal family, we must treat our subjects like family.”
The puppet mechanically turned its neck, joints creaking, its eyes gleaming with a cold light.
It swung its palm, and several black runes transformed into chains, coiling towards Jessica.
Jessica swiftly swung her sword, severing the chains, the light on her blade shining brightly!
“You taught me that justice will always triumph over evil. I believe your soul must still be inside this shell!”
The puppet’s attacks hesitated for a moment, but soon returned to normal.
Jessica’s attacks grew fiercer, the holy patterns on her sword clashing violently with the scimitar in the puppet’s hand, creating ripples in the air.
The puppet’s eyelids gradually shifted from a blue light to a red one.
It clenched its fist tightly, and immediately, magic circles formed from all directions.
Icicles, vines, lightning strikes, flames, and wind blades surged towards Jessica like a storm!
The scene before him terrified Joseph.
He knew Elina was a high-level mage, but he never imagined the commotion she could create was enough to destroy the entire empire!
Jessica took a deep breath, determination flashing in her eyes: “Come on! Even if I have to spend my last ounce of strength, I will buy him more time!”
She brandished her rapier, the holy patterns transforming into a golden barrier!
The sword blazed like the sun, propping up a golden shield three zhang in diameter.
Countless spells rained down upon Jessica’s barrier.
Jessica continuously pushed her mana to the limit, even to the point where blood trickled from the corners of her eyes!
All she could do now was buy time for Henry.
Every second she gained increased Henry’s chance of victory!
“I cannot fall here… Absolutely not!”
She roared out, her nails digging deeply into her palms.
Simultaneously, Jessica straightened her back, a dazzling golden light erupting from her entire body.
A powerful surge of mana burst forth from Jessica.
Looking closely, the ring on her finger revealed countless starry fragments, each fragment flowing with holy power, shattering all attacks into specks of starlight.
Finally, the puppet lowered its arm, its body seeming to overload from excessive mana use.
Its body twitched incessantly, its expressionless face fixed on Jessica.
As the billowing dust settled, the entire palace seemed to have been utterly destroyed, leaving only the throne behind the puppet.
Joseph trembled as he watched this scene.
But when he saw Jessica, drenched in blood, a maniacal smile spread across his face.
“Good, excellent! You monster, you’ve finally been killed by your mother! See, this is the fate of those who oppose me! All you traitors must die!”
Jessica’s rapier was plunged into the ground, her hands gripping the hilt tightly, barely supporting herself from collapsing.
She struggled to keep her eyes open, looking at the scene before her, and was surprised to see the puppet frozen in place.
On its cheek, what seemed like tears were falling.
Could it cry?
Was it Mother?
Mother, is it you? Are you still alive?
A difficult smile touched Jessica’s lips, seeming somewhat relieved.
“Henry, I tried my best… I wonder if it helped you…”
“It helped tremendously, Jessica.”
A warm, large hand pulled her into an embrace.
Jessica’s cheek pressed against Henry’s chest, feeling his heartbeat and his warm
A smile finally graced her lips, having heard the answer she wanted to hear.
Henry placed Jessica against the remnant of a broken pillar nearby.
Then he stood up and looked towards the puppet.
He saw the tear stains on the puppet’s face and was somewhat surprised inside.
But he strode forward directly, his hands bearing no weapons.
Seeing this, Joseph sneered.
“Another one here to die. You could have escaped just now, yet you insist on
playing the hero?”
“Every word you utter tells me that Queen Elina’s decision back then was correct.
Entrusting this country entirely to you was the worst choice.”
A golden halo rose around Henry, illuminating the entire battlefield as if it were daylight.
The next moment, his toes touched the ground, and his figure transformed into a golden meteor shooting through the air.
The puppet’s body trembled violently. It turned its head mechanically, its withered branch-like fingers casting magic forward.
But before the magic could be fully unleashed, Henry was already right in front of it.
In the puppet’s vision, Henry, who originally had no weapon in hand, suddenly erupted with a blinding light.
A golden dragon seemed to roar furiously at it!
The dragon’s roar distorted the space around them!
A golden sword aura instantly pierced the puppet’s body, shattering the dark crystal within along with it!
In that instant, tens of thousands of spirits burst forth from within it, continuously
scattering towards the sky.
Simultaneously, a faint, illusory figure slowly emerged from the shell. The figure’s face resembled Jessica’s, but her eyes now held a rekindled gentle light.
She looked towards Jessica, covered in wounds not far away, her eyes filled with sorrow and heartache.
“Jessica…”
Her gentle voice sounded, making Jessica unable to hold back her tears.
“Mother…”