The world Slayer

Aamon's guess proved to be right the moment spirit used his special technique to scan his body and also the answer he gave afterward

'He lost his divine powers long ago.

the sword has devoured it all,or i would have run away the moment he gave me this warning.

a Demigod can see through a person without using any technique or spell. This is the proof I was looking for

Instead of being a lifeless object, the remnant has its own conscience. Luckily, I withdrew my demonic energy, or things would have been disastrous.

If this spirit sensed it, he would have attacked me instead of talking. After all, I share a connection with being that murdered him'

Aamon bowed his head a bit and spoke smugly with an expression of a righteous warrior

"Oh wise senior, I may be stained by darkness, but my heart remains unchanged, I want to aid the righteous hearts and souls, if you pass your legacy to me I shall cleanse the world of its evil."

'Since it has a conscious things may get easier once I'm done with this spirit possessing the sword weakened by its divine powers would be effortless.'

Aamon made himself look like a valiant warrior, and anyone who did not know him would have fallen for his noble facade. He had pulled off the act flawlessly.

'From the looks of it,the spirit of the Elven king doesn't seem very powerful

Perhaps it has been idle for so long that all it took was my lies to make his beliefs falter

If it's really the spirit of the Elven king, then it surely has some of his essence. If I devour this, I could surely make a breakthrough.'

there was his mana breathing technique that required constant training to help him attain his true potential

But using the demonic way to get stronger was much faster by absorbing the life essence of a being

this way, he could have 2 very different kinds of power in his body, co-existing within him, and Aamon had the liberty to cultivate any one that he liked

On the surface, he could display his E+ mana, but on the other side, his demonic energy rank would be D- Rank

Aamon wanted to use the demonic

energy as a way to elevate his skills, but right now, it was impossible if he could not get a better grasp of it.

Thankfully,he has the Dark and Light Affinity, which gave him the tolerance for these powers.

Otherwise, he would end up dead from the existence of 2 conflicting energy in his body

Suddenly, the spirit said with a voice filled with fury

"You shameless liar! How can I pass on my legacy to you if you're so deceitful and cunning!

Your pretentious words do little to hide your true intentions!"

He said these words with a fury unknown to Aamon. He did not fall for Aamon's lies even for a second as expected.

It turned out it was indeed the spirit left behind by the Elven king owner of this palace because he still possessed some means to see through Aamon's true intentions

The young man in front of him was sly and dishonest, and he wanted to deceive him. This angered the spirit to no end

"You will die for your deceit of me!

You hide your ulterior motive behind your words, What a grave sin!."

he said with a cold and crisp voice like he was passing a judgment for Aamon's death, then he got ready strike

A terrifying surge of energy got radiated from his form,then converged into a beam casting a light that drowned all the darkness

Aamon's smile slowly faded from his face, not wanting to keep up this pretense anymore, and to lower himself, his face grew stoic, then he said

"Do you think I would care whether you pass your legacy to me or not?

Don't flatter yourself.

I wouldn't bother speaking with you if you didn't have something I wanted.

For a dead man, you certainly are arrogant!."

The spirit shouted very loudly

"You're asking for death, you insolent fool!!"

His rage was fueled with Aamon's provoking words. The whole palace rumbled at his rage, and the violent energy he converged was ready to fall

But Aamon stood in place a hazy blue light in the shape of a robe covered his entire body

Aamon had discovered at that moment the spirit had not unleashed much power, and the invisible armor was more than capable of holding it back.

That being said, the armor would be rendered useless if he gets attacked by this force a couple more times

The reason the spirit couldn't unleash his full force was because the palace was too fragile

Knowing this fueled Aamon's drive to get the sword even more

"The Demonic sword is wasting away here. To leave such a refined weapon stored in this hellhole and unused is a shame, I'm feeling sorry for you."

The Demonic energy radiating from the sword got stronger as it could sense Aamon's words it wanted to shatter the chains binding it.

The more Aamon looked at the sword, the more satisfied he became, and right then and there, he took a step forward

his bones made a cracking sound under his skin as he braced himself against the overwhelming pressure

Among all the races, a Demigod was considered a live fossil, an antique, ageless being that could exist for virtually thousands of years on end.

"The demonic swords' powers are apocalyptic, and you want to use it for evil intentions?"

The spirit faltered when he realized how difficult it was to suppress the young man in front of him

He has been a Demigod in his prime one that garnered the religious respect of many.

he could destroy a continent with a snap of his fingers, and his powers were without limit.

He certainly did not think thousands of years later, a young man could put up such a strong fight against him

"Further Evil intentions? Why, I am the Evil itself!"

At this moment, he didn't suppress his demonic energy anymore. The purple aura rushed forth like a tide, and he even could feel the demonic sword trembling after its long silence

Sure enough, the sword desired Aamon, and slowly, Aamon could feel a connection with the sword

"All Demons shall perish!!"

The spirit was outraged, a large intimidating beam started to pour down on Aamon, trying to burn him to death

There was no mistaking how angry the spirit was, but using such power was draining the remaining mana in the spirit

The blue hue covering Aamon's body like a robe grew even more radiant

Aamon continued forward other than the immense pressure pushing on him. There was no discomfort

Then he said, "i can't agree with you and say that my acknowledgment of your methods means I'm righteous, and my denial of your methods means that I'm wicked or demonic, if you are truly as noble as you say than why did you only leave one key among all the information there is of you?

You even set up traps all around the palace and have many die here. How is that noble?."

His remarks left the spirit stumped he had a feeling that something was wrong, and Aamon had a point

Spirit looked at Aamon icily his words were starting to sway him and make him doubt his ways

it was an ancient notion that opportunities and danger came hand in hand

"It is the Awakeners way to fight for opportunities to the death This is how we weed out the unfaithful and the weak so that we may choose the best candidate!."

Aamon smiled again and said

"So,this does not affect my intention of getting this sword myself, right?

To you, it's demonic, but to me, I'm just seizing this chance.

Besides, the best candidate you chose has been killed by me, and this is what you meant when you said opportunity and danger came hand in hand,"

Just as spirit began to ponder about this

Aamon used 2/3 of his mana and poured it all in the invisible armor and used his ability Rush with all his power

He disappeared and arrived beside the throne

All he needed was just a chance to break the seal

Aamon reached out his hand toward the sword

"The Demonic sword Lazarus the world Slayer...is now mine."

As far as Aamon was concerned, the weapon was not an aggressive one but rather a familiar object that resonated with him

Whiiirrrrl!

Suddenly, many ancient runes with bright light appeared on the swords surface. It was the seal that kept the sword in this palace

"Today is the day you will be free!."

Aamon quickly used his dark arts

His hand emitted a black glow, and immediately a black color surfaced on the runes, spreading from one to another in a fascinating manner

The grand and ancient runes lost their brilliance and shattered one by one

Tack!! Tack!! Tack!!

The many chains holding the sword shattered afterward, and the terrifying demonic energy rushed out from the sword

The Demonic sword Lazarus the world Slayer, as the name suggests it could destroy worlds and lay waste to regions

Aamon held onto it and felt the joy and warmth it felt after its freedom, and there were countless other emotions flowing in it

the energy within resonated with Aamon's demonic energy.

but Aamon noticed something the swords rank had fallen because of the residential divine energy that resided in Elven king's body after its death

Currently, it was in the peak epic rank

It just held a fraction of its original power, but it was already a terrifying sight to behold. One could just imagine the terror it would bring once restored to its original rank

"Noooo!!" Spirit snapped out of its daze and finally noticed what was going on

He flew toward Aamon at an incredible speed he had not forgotten how he died he knew the moment this sword lose its seal and gets out of this palace, it would bring death and destruction to the mortal kind

"You're too late!." Aamon gave the spirit an icy look and poured his demonic energy into the sword

The purple demonic light burst out from Aamon, and a sharp red light emitted from the sword as he wielded the sword. The power was very aggressive and overwhelming

He knew if he wanted to defeat this spirit, he had to go all out, so he used one of the strongest attacks in his arsenal of techniques

Aamon concentrated on his sword. Everything became quiet like a never-ending stillness he raised the sword to his chin, the tip pointing towards the spirit and

Boom!

Death bringer stance first move

Fate sealed

With this sound, the spirit found himself in disbelief as the weapon sliced through him, and the demonic energy drowned him

He had used too much power in his previous fight against Aamon, so he didn't have the means to stop this attack

Aamon turned around and saw the remnant spirits in a pathetic state sliced in half

'Now it's time for the side dish'

He walked above the spirit and raised his left hand. A black aura came out, looking like a dark abyss devouring the mana itself that lingered in air

Suddenly, the horrified sound of the spirit came.

"y-your the t-true....

"Shhhh, the corpses do not speak."

The black light drowned the spirit and, after a few seconds, retreated back to Aamon's body

He felt a huge amount of life essence and even a miniscule amount of a Demigods origin like a never-ending energy coming back to his body coursing through his limbs

Aamon felt an immediate need for a breakthrough, but he suppressed this feeling fast. This place wasn't safe

Aamon raised the sword to have a better look at it

its hilt was cold to the touch, like it had been carved of some mystical black gold. A red jewel embedded on the bottom of the black hilt glowing mysteriously

The upper part of the blade was covered with a black metal till the tip of the sword

The rest of the blade was completely red, and there was traces of a purple light that coursed through it coupled with an icy, demonic energy that made it all the more terrifying.

Aamon has always been superior to his peers with his physical powers, but he would be lying if he said he did not feel the weight of the sword

but the reason he could even lift this sword meant that the sword has acknowledged him as its master otherwise not to mention him even the higher Ranking awakeners would not be able to get near it, much less pick it up; they would be obliterated within seconds.

The amount of weight he felt right now was just a fraction of its actual unimaginable weight from its days at the Supreme rank

"Well, I guess you're coming with me."

Aamon said happily. However, the demonic sword as though it could understand him quivered slightly

Showing his joy and excitement

Sword felt very familiar to Aamon, almost like it was a part of him

'In the novel it was mentioned that the demonic sword Lazarus was crafted by the demon God himself the materials were gathered from the treasures of many worlds that got conquered by the Demons so its not that surprising that this weapon has a consciousness."

Aamon asked while he stared at the sword in his hand

"Do you understand what I'm saying?"

It quivered in Aamon's hand again, transferring him the feeling of happiness and affirmation

"So you do, I'll be your master from now on, do you understand?."

The weapon hummed in his hand like a cat purring happily

"It's saddening to know that you've been sealed in here for many years your a beautiful sword and from now on I'll take you along with me you and I gonna take down many enemies together and if anyone pisses you off tell me ill take care of it."

Aamon treated the weapon like a new adopted pet he knew that swords

consciousness had been formed not long ago, so it didn't have much of an intelligence. Maybe at the level of a smart dog

"it's time to go back. There are some pesky flies I need to take care of in the academy."

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Author note

ok, I really enjoyed this process of Aamon getting this weapon. If anyone has a suggestion, tell me pls

I don't know is this an error or something but I received more than 200 power stones but strange enough when I check my book in my library it displays number 43 if anyone knows something about this pls tell me

And THANK YOU ALL for your love and support towards my book. I really appreciate the power stones and your comments

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