Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 506

Chapter 506 Sword Of Uranus And Demon Of Evil

A searing light burst from the center of the Grand Expedition army and shot into the sky.

It pierced through Vlad's blood sigil like a spear, shattering it instantly.

Vlad turned his head toward the light.

He didn't react at first, but a flicker of surprise crossed his face.

The thirty-six Fabled-ranked beings within the Expedition were killed within the first attack.

Even if some had survived, none of them should've had the power to destroy the sigil.

Vlad was the Second Great Disaster.

He would go as far as to say he was the strongest among the three.

Nyxtharion was the history's first Necromancer. Kane was a Sword Saint.

But Vlad was the one who had touched the Blood Sea, and could control it. Even if it was only barely.

He had been the one to flood the worlds with Blood Sea when Tartarus had deemed them evil, then slowly dragged them into the Tartarus' Nightmare.

So how did someone destroy his spell?

Two figures stepped forward through the settling light.

Vlad recognized one instantly. The man's energy was the same as the one that destroyed his sigil.

He narrowed his eyes at Nicolas, the human brought here by Kane.

Nicolas looked too weak. He shouldn't have had the strength for this.

Vlad's gaze drifted to the sword in Nicolas' hand. A strange, layered energy surrounded it.

"Is that a Sacred Treasure?" Vlad asked.

Nicolas didn't answer. Instead, he spoke calmly.

"Why are you doing this?"

Vlad paused, then gave a small nod. "Alright. I'll answer that. You answer me after."

Nicolas remained silent.

"I'm what people call the Second Great Disaster. I've worn many faces over the years, making sure no one knew my true identity. I've been the leader of the Blood Dragon Clan for thousands of years, all to serve Sire Tartarus."

Nicolas looked down at his sword.

He wasn't trying to fight Vlad, and instead his goal was to buy time.

So, answering here was the best choice.

"This is one of seven fragments of the sword of Uranus, an Awakener from my world. It's called the Sword of Justice, Hestia. It's not a Sacred Treasure."

Vlad frowned slightly. He repeated the question. Nicolas confirmed again.

He stared deeper into the sword.

Power flooded into his eyes, allowing him to peer into the truth of the sword.

Pain.

Sharp, stabbing pain.

A suffocating pressure burst out from the blade.

Vlad's Spell canceled itself without warning.

His vision blurred. His eyes stung.

He froze. He knew this feeling.

That power—he'd sensed it before. From Erza Williams. It was the same strange aura.

"A demon," Vlad muttered. "You called it the Sword of Justice. If that's true… then that sword is the Demon of Evil, Karma."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your sword can only be used by someone with a vastly high positive karma. It should be enough to earn reincarnation."

Nicolas flinched. That was exactly what Hestia's conditions had been.

"You didn't even know what you were wielding."

Vlad stopped mid-sentence. His attention shifted to the woman beside Nicolas. Something was off.

She wasn't real.

She was made from high-level water-elemental magic.

He scanned the battlefield.

Further off, a figure was weaving through the chaos—Olivia.

She carried an orb of dense, glowing water.

She was placing people inside it. One after another, they disappeared.

Teleportation. Either to another Zone or another Layer.

"That's a Sacred Treasure," Vlad muttered. "A Demon, a Sacred Treasure. What kind of world do you have to have so many treasures?"

He took a step to intercept her, only to have Nicolas block his way.

Without another word, they clashed.

Nicolas moved fast, his aura layered with light, holy, and spatial energy.