nashuaworldcup Chapter 395 The Hero (Page 12)
Chapter 395 The Hero (Page 12)
Just as dozens of golden beams of light were about to engulf everyone—
Haruki Amamiya suddenly turned his head, his gaze sharp as lightning, and stared straight at Yurina, who was hiding in the corner.
"Little Yuri!" His voice pierced through the roar of the explosion, "Since Little Gold is the sword spirit of Mitong, and is protecting you like this, then it proves that you are Yuri Kurozo's daughter!"
These words struck like a thunderbolt across the chaotic battlefield.
"And Yuri Kuroko was willing to separate the sword from its spirit in order to protect you, so it's very likely that the other calamity sword he possesses is on you. Think about it, what is it that you've always carried with you!"
Yurina was stunned. "No!"
While slashing his sword to deflect the incoming golden light, Lin Qiye asked urgently, "Isn't the Calamity Blade something that can only be drawn by a specific person?"
Haruki Amamiya's white hair danced wildly in the energy storm, but his voice was exceptionally clear: "If Yuri really is Yuri Kurotetsu's daughter, then she can definitely pull it out! Because as that man's blood relative, she inherited the purest royal bloodline!"
His gaze was piercing, as if he could see through Yurina's soul: "That man was willing to separate the sword from its spirit in order to protect you. The other calamity sword must be on you!"
Yurina's breathing became rapid, and she frantically searched her body: "But... I really don't have any knives on me..."
at this time--
"Buzz!"
The origami crane in her collar suddenly emitted a dazzling white light and flew out automatically, hovering lightly above her palm.
Everyone held their breath.
The exquisitely folded origami crane slowly unfolded and transformed under the astonished gazes of the crowd, eventually turning into a pure white, jade-like sheathed paper knife.
The scabbard was wrapped with fine red knots, and a small bell was tied to the end of the hilt, which made a crisp sound in the breeze.
“This is…” Garan’s eyes widened.
"The Blade of Calamity - Chizuru!" Haruki Amamiya's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement. "Quick, Yuzuri, pull it out!"
A furious roar came from beneath the mask of the yellow-robed oracle: "Stop her!"
Dozens of clones simultaneously changed direction, and golden beams of light poured down like a torrential rain.
Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki immediately stood in front of Yurina, their sword flashes and the rain curtain forming an impenetrable defensive net.
Golden beams of light tore through the night sky, cascading down like arrows of judgment.
Lin Qiye's blade drew a ghostly blue arc in the air. Amamiya Haruki's rain curtain transformed into a barrier, but several golden rays still pierced through the defense, exploding into scorched craters in the ground.
The yellow-robed oracle's true form hovered in mid-air, his voice beneath the mask cold and mocking:
"What a touching scene..." His gaze swept across the battlefield and landed squarely on Yurina. "Little girl, do you think drawing the Calamity Blade will change anything?"
Yurina gripped the pure white paper knife that the origami crane had transformed into tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Her heart was pounding like a drum, and she could almost hear the sound of her blood rushing to her ears.
“Your father—Yuri Kurozo—was just as naive as you back then.” The oracle’s voice seeped into her mind like poison. “He thought he could defy fate with the Calamity Blade, but what was the result? He died, and died without any value. No one even collected his bones.”
Yurina's pupils contracted sharply, and her chest felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
"You think you can become a hero by drawing this sword?" the oracle sneered. "No, you will only become the next fugitive to be hunted down. Your friends, your neighbors, everyone who knows you will suffer because of you."
His voice suddenly lowered, carrying a malicious seduction, "Think about it, those aunties who brought you snacks, those people who were with you... they will all die because of your choice."
"You can still live a good life as an ordinary person!"
Yurina's breathing quickened, and familiar streets, the gentle smile of her neighbor, and the playful figures of her friends seemed to float before her eyes... If all of this were to disappear because of her...
Her fingers trembled slightly, almost loosening her grip on the knife handle.
"Don't listen to him!" Haruki Amamiya shouted, but the Oracle's clones suddenly multiplied, and golden beams of light suppressed him and Lin Qiye like a torrential rain, preventing them from getting close.
Yurina's mind was filled with the words of the oracle, and her heart felt as if it had been torn in two.
Drawing a sword means giving up an ordinary life and becoming the target of everyone's hatred.
—If we don't draw our swords, everyone will die here.
"Live on..." she murmured, "But... what's the point if I'm the only one who survives?"
Her gaze swept across the battlefield—Lin Qiye's blade was stained with blood, Amamiya Haruki's white hair was soaked with sweat, and Garan's bow and arrows were almost exhausted.
As for Xiao Jin... the sword spirit that had been silently protecting her, she was being pierced by several golden lights, and her body was gradually becoming transparent.
"Xiao Jin!" she cried out in disbelief.
Xiao Jin turned around and smiled at her, his lips moving silently as he said, "Draw your sword, young master."
at this time--
A warm, large hand gently covered her hand as she prepared to draw her sword.
"Little pomelo."
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, had appeared beside her at some point, a reassuring smile on his handsome face.
His palms were broad and strong, yet there was no hint of coercion in them.
“You can pull out this knife, but I don’t want you to make this decision out of fear or coercion.” His voice was soft, but every word was clear. “If you’re not ready, then leave this to your brother Zhang Yun.”
He turned to look at the yellow-robed oracle, his eyes instantly turning sharp as knives: "A mere oracle is nothing but an ant!"
“It’s normal to be afraid.” He lowered his head slightly, looking at her gently. “No one can easily decide their own fate, especially… when you’re carrying such a heavy burden.”
Yurina looked up and met his eyes—those eyes held no coercion, no impatience, only unwavering trust.
“But,” Zhang Yun gently squeezed her hand, “no matter what choice you make, we will stand by you.”
The oracle's cold laughter drifted from afar: "What touching nonsense! You think you can embolden her with just a few words? She's just a cowardly little girl who can't even face her own fate!"
Zhang Yun didn't turn around, but just smiled faintly: "Does a mere divine oracle have the right to judge other people's courage?"
Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished abruptly, and the next second, a dark spear shadow struck the Oracle's body like lightning!
"boom--!"
The golden mask shattered, and the oracle's true form staggered backward, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"How could you..."
Zhang Yun's figure retreated to Yurina's side like a ghost, golden blood dripping from his blade, his voice still calm: "Little Yurina, now—it's your turn."
Yurina took a deep breath, her gaze returning to the pure white paper knife in her hand.
This time, her hands no longer trembled.
“I… don’t want to run away anymore,” she said softly, her voice firm yet resolute. “If pulling out this knife means bearing the pain… then I’m willing.”
Her fingers tightened, and she pulled sharply—
"Zheng——!"
The clear, melodious sound of the blade echoed through the sky, and countless blood-red runes appeared on the pure white blade, like a white crane spreading its wings to take flight.
Centered on her, a huge white crane phantom soared into the sky, its pure white wings spreading out and illuminating the entire night sky!
The oracle's face twisted in agony: "No... impossible! The royal bloodline... has actually awakened!"
In Yurina's eyes, golden light slowly emerged like the dawn, and ancient runes seemed to flow deep within her pupils.
The light was not static, but flowed between the irises like molten gold, with each blink sending up tiny specks of light that drifted into the air.
As her eyelashes trembled slightly, a glimmer of light leaked through the gaps between them, casting tiny spots of light on her cheeks.
Her voice was no longer timid, but carried a kind of majesty accumulated over thousands of years, like a true king proclaiming judgment.
The voice was mixed with a strange resonance, as if countless voices were whispering at the same time, and even the surrounding air trembled.
As she spoke, faint golden lines appeared at the corners of her lips, as if some ancient seal was being broken—
"Calamity Blade - Thousand Cranes - Slash!"
"Zheng——!"
The sword rang out clearly and melodiously, echoing through the heavens.
The sound was not like the clash of metal, but rather like the simultaneous clear cries of hundreds of cranes, creating visible ripples of sound waves in the air.
As the blade trembled, the surrounding gravel quivered slightly, and the fine sand on the ground floated up into the air.
On the pure white blade, crimson runes moved as if they were alive.
The runes were not static markings, but rather meandered and crawled along the blade like blood vessels, sometimes splitting and sometimes merging.
As the blade sliced through the air, the runes suddenly burst into red light, leaving a dazzling trail of light in the air.
The mark was not fleeting; rather, it seemed to cleave space itself, hovering in mid-air for a long time, with tiny golden sparks scattered along its edges.
The next instant, a huge phantom of a white crane emerged from the flash of sword light.
Each of its feathers is clearly visible, and the edges of its wings shimmer with a mother-of-pearl iridescence, covering the sky when it spreads out.
The white crane's long neck curved gracefully, but its beak was as sharp as a blade, and its eyes shone with golden flames just like Yurina's.
As it flaps its wings, countless feathers of light fall, each transforming into a tiny light sword that plunges into the ground upon landing.
"boom--!"
The golden barrier of the oracle made a shattering sound like glass breaking the moment it touched the phantom of the white crane.
Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the barrier, with each node bursting with dazzling sparks before finally dissipating into a sky full of golden light.
The points of light did not disappear immediately, but instead floated in the air like fireflies on a summer night, illuminating the entire ruins like a starry sky.
"No...impossible!" The yellow-robed oracle's voice finally carried a hint of fear.
His mask cracked, revealing pale skin underneath and blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
The hem of the golden robe suddenly fluttered without any wind, as if something was struggling and wriggling beneath it.
He retreated rapidly, but as he turned around, he bumped into a falling feather of light.
The feather instantly transformed into chains that bound his ankles, the chains covered with blood-red runes identical to those on the Calamity Blade.
The mask shattered completely, revealing a twisted and ferocious face beneath—his left eye had turned a murky gray, while his right eye strangely reflected the image of a white crane.
The white cranes cried out, and the swords flashed like snow.
Time seemed to freeze as the Thousand Cranes Blade pierced the Oracle's chest. The runes on the blade raced wildly toward the wound, like countless tiny red snakes burrowing into his veins.
The trail of splattered blood froze in the air, each drop of blood reflecting the afterimage of a white crane spreading its wings.
The moment the oracle was nailed to the ruins, a huge array totem suddenly appeared on the bricks and stones behind him, the lines of which were drawn from the blood dripping from the hem of his robe.
As the last ray of light faded, all the metal objects within a hundred meters—whether broken steel bars or scattered coins—were covered with a layer of frost-white crane feather patterns.