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Translator: SumTLMan
“It seems you’re courting death,” a gloomy voice emanated from the lips of Yuridia, as countless tendrils of dark energy coalesced into razor-sharp arrows, materializing behind her.
At Yuridia’s command, all the arrows of darkness were unleashed from their formation.
Aimed squarely at Shalem!
Scrambling somewhat clumsily to his feet from the ground, Shalem braced himself, half-kneeling in the arena. Dark energy spread from his hands that were propped against the ground, forming a Dark Shield-wall rising along the surface.
The shield-wall fended off all incoming arrows of darkness.
However, the Dark Shield could only repel energy attacks. As Yuridia released the dark arrows, her right hand also transformed into a sharp blade of darkness, concealed behind the dark arrows, intent on landing a fatal blow on this presumptuous dark apprentice.
Yuridia’s prowess far surpassed Shalem. When faced with the shield-wall, she didn’t hesitate and directly confronted it.
The seemingly indomitable Dark Shield crumbled under her onslaught, much like paper-mache. With a tearing sound, the rolling darkness was split in two, and Yuridia burst through the gap at the center of the shield-wall.
By the time Shalem realized this and sought to conjure a new spell, Yuridia had already materialized in front of him. Her right hand, brandishing a blade of darkness that gleamed with a crimson light, lunged at Shalem.
The blade was swift and pierced his chest successfully, yet curiously…
Not a drop of blood spattered.
The dark mist enveloping the arena was dispersed by the wind. When the onlookers turned their puzzled gazes toward the action, they found that although Yuridia’s blade had indeed pierced a chest, it was not Shalem’s. Instead, it was lodged within the chest of a Book Spirit radiating a faint light, resembling a church angel.
Using himself as a shield, Black Canon successfully blocked the attack for Shalem.
“You…” Yuridia looked incredulously at the man standing close before her. His features were strikingly handsome, yet what captured everyone’s attention upon first sight was not his good looks. Rather, it was his sanctified aura, reminiscent of a god of light venerated in certain churches.
Even with a dark blade plunged into his chest, his face pallid and his eyes gradually dimming, he maintained a forgiving smile.
“Lady Wisp, I may take things more seriously now. If I harm you, please forgive me,” he conveyed in a voice that was somewhat faint but still graceful, echoing in Yuridia’s ears.
Just as Yuridia was perplexed, a blinding light suddenly burst forth from Black Canon’s body.
This intense light eclipsed the surrounding darkness in the blink of an eye.
For everyone present, the dark mist might obscure their vision, but few have ever realized that boundless brilliance, which corresponds to the dark mist, could also act as a veil to their sight.
Now, the arena was enveloped in a dazzling radiance. Most people instinctively averted their gaze from this luminance. Even those who stubbornly stared at the arena found their vision overwhelmed by the intense light, seeing nothing at all.
A faint voice could barely be heard, speaking with unwavering resolve:
“Black Canon that Holds the Scale of the Repeating Law.”
As the words fell, the light on the field became even more dazzling.
Yuridia, who was experiencing all of this up close, felt it most intensely. When she first saw the flickering light, she instinctively closed her eyes.
However, a curious velvety sensation on her skin prompted her to reopen them.
What touched her skin turned out to be a myriad of fluttering white feathers.
Black Canon unfurled wide wings, enveloping himself entirely within their feathery expanse. As this occurred, white feathers drifted downward, catching the light as they fell.
Witnessing this, Yuridia paused, mumbling almost reflexively: “Is this hope?”
A gentle voice emanated from behind Black Canon’s wings: “I apologize; this is my own yearning, not the hope you seek.”
“Is that so…” Yuridia said, lowering her head in disappointment.
“The light in others can’t penetrate the depths of one’s own soul. Only when we blind ourselves can we truly discern hope in the darkness,” Black Canon continued. Upon hearing this, Yuridia abruptly looked up.
It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with what Black Canon had said. Rather, halfway through speaking, the timbre and tone of Black Canon’s voice had transformed completely.
Initially a warm and deep male voice, it suddenly shifted into a cold and sharp female voice.
As the female voice emerged, the luminance that had enveloped the stage began to slowly dissipate. The radiant wings before Yuridia also began to disintegrate into nothingness.
As the wings vanished entirely, what appeared before Yuridia was an encompassing darkness.
Behind the dazzling light lay an unending abyss.
Much like the light that had abruptly faded away earlier, this darkness too swiftly vanished… yet this disappearance was not an erasure, but a condensation.
The darkness congealed at a visible pace, forming a pair of bare feet.
The black mist then ascended, enveloping what now appeared to be a long, trailing black gown around the feet. The mist continued to rise, solidifying into a slender body and delicate hands… By the time half of the black mist had evaporated, the emerging figure had become vaguely discernible.
It was an astonishingly colossal figure, towering at a height of five meters!
The giantess before them appeared as a woman of perfect countenance, dressed in a long black gown. Her upper body was adorned with a sleek breastplate, and her golden hair flowed freely down her back.
What caught everyone’s eye was the black blindfold she wore, which covered her eyes completely, shielding her from all the world’s sins.
In one hand, she held a set of scales, and in the other, a longsword.
The scales symbolized justice based on laws, while the longsword represented judgment during sentencing.
Upon witnessing this towering figure, everyone present wore expressions of disbelief. Even those who were well-acquainted with Shalem, like Nausica, looked astounded.
“What is this? The aura is incredibly powerful,” Sabo curiously turned to Angel, suspecting he might have some insights since he’d initially suggested the event wouldn’t be lackluster.
Indeed, Angel was possibly the only one present, aside from Shalem, who understood the unfolding situation.
After a moment of silence, he softly said, “He’s still in his Black Canon form, but this is his true essence.”
The term ‘Black Canon’ referred to the thick tome in Shalem’s hands, which is formally known as the —Black Secret Seal Canon—.
A Book Spirit is a very unique type of soul, and when successfully manifested, it carries certain properties intrinsic to the book itself. For instance, many suspected that the Book Ancestor of the Savage Grottoes had manifested from an encyclopedia containing the knowledge of all things, given his erudition.
And when the Black Canon manifested, it also carried some of its innate qualities.
The —Seal Canon— is essentially a legal tome, and the giantess that the Black Canon transformed into resembled the figure of a Goddess of Justice.
Or, perhaps more accurately, she could be called the Spirit of Seal Canon.
At that moment, standing on the stage as the Spirit of Seal Canon, the Black Canon’s bare feet were enveloped by swirling dark mist, as if treading on roiling sins. With every step she took, darkness melded into her being, as if she were cleansing the world’s wickedness.
Not knowing what had transpired, Yuridia cautiously took several steps back, her face etched with vigilance.
The Black Canon did not act immediately. Instead, she lowered her head towards Yuridia and intoned coldly, “Since I hold the Scale of Repeating Law, the Law shall be enacted anew. Though you’re not a villain, standing in my way makes you a sinner.”
“To sin requires punishment.”