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Chapter 1134 True Sword

However... for the blades heading towards Ereg, this was no barrier.

"What are those... Claws? Isn\'t Gael a swordsman? Why does he have such a wild attack in his arsenal like he\'s a beast?" Nila muttered with her eyes wide open. Her heart began to race, in worry for Ereg\'s fate. 

Alucard smirked, but he didn\'t say anything, he wanted the others to figure it out for themselves, after all, the claws weren\'t the most interesting detail.

"No, what is more important is his ash... You may not have noticed this, but Gael\'s ash has changed color again. Take a closer look, it\'s no longer the usual gray ash, but silver, calm, and majestic." Nitra said, pointing to the claws that had almost reached Ereg.

Nila and Krana leaned over, even Liang narrowed his eyes to make sure of it.

"It seems that in Gael\'s case, his giant scars are a whole new stage of strength. New abilities, a new kind of ash, and he\'ll most likely have a new weapon, right?" Liang speculated as he glanced at Alucard.

Alucard nodded.

"Gael already said he\'ll show his weapon if Ereg can withstand this attack. Honestly, Ereg has a good chance of failing, his blue ghost has to reach 50% strength if he doesn\'t want to die right now."

Whoooooooooooooooooooosh.

At the same moment, Ereg\'s eyes flashed as he turned into a blue flash. The silver claws should have cut him into three even pieces, but Ereg managed to dodge.

One of the claws, sliced off part of his fur, a few more centimeters to the side, and Ereg could have been left headless.

The silver claws continued to move on, and when they reached the wall of the colosseum they simply passed through it - without meeting any resistance.

"Hah, looks like we\'re back to the beginning, doesn\'t it?" Ereg smirked, looking at the damaged colosseum. It was using energy to recover, but that process wasn\'t fast, it needed at least a few minutes.

Gael nodded.

"The colosseum has now become as fragile as before, or rather... my attacks have become so powerful that the walls can no longer withstand them. However, what about you? Can you become even stronger?" Gael asked with genuine interest. His slight smile strangely radiated kindness and calmness, even though there was a creepy paw hovering over him, terrifying everyone.

Ereg smirked.

"You don\'t have to worry about me. I\'ve been able to fight you before for a long time and will continue to do so from here on out!" Ereg waved his hand with an excited expression, "Damn! You promised you\'d show me your weapon if I could withstand this attack. Keep your promise!"

Gael nodded, but none of his scars glowed, instead he raised his hand again, about to attack with his claws.

"Hey!" Ereg exclaimed irritably.

"I\'m sorry, but last night\'s attack wasn\'t serious, I did it so you\'d realize the situation you\'re in. If you can keep fighting after that, I\'ll definitely show you my sword, I promise." Gael uttered with a slight smile, then his hand came into motion.

In no time, Gael stepped forward and swung his arm several times in different directions at different angles. 

Ereg\'s eyes went wide. He clearly hadn\'t expected Gael to be able to do that several times in a row so quickly.

As a result, dozens of silver claws rained down on him, filling the entire space and destroying any object in their path.

Gael\'s plan was simple - he made it so that Ereg had no way to dodge the attack because there was simply no safe place anymore.

If Ereg didn\'t want to be cut into meat cubes, then he had to defend himself somehow. He had to stop the silver blades and find a way to do it as fast as possible!

Sven tilted his head.

"Silver claws... Honestly, their power is impressive. I wouldn\'t have to use my the Form to deal with them, but I could be in trouble."

Osvald smirked, "I\'m afraid I\'d be too arrogant and try to block them."

"Pffft! You would have just died!" Marlis snorted.

Osvald shrugged.

"Yeah, that\'s probably exactly what would have happened. Wain, what do you think? Will Ereg be able to defend himself, or will he have to use his Form?" Osvald asked with genuine interest. He didn\'t want Ereg to lose so quickly.

Wain smiled.

"Well... Thanks to the abilities that I got from my friends during the time I recovered my memories, I could use Chaos and Ether. I\'m sure compared to Ereg, my experience using Ether is quite small, but I know that Ether can\'t just be destroyed. He can use it to change the rules of their combat."

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

At the same moment, the fur on Ereg\'s body stood up as his aura intensified. He was burning a large amount of energy, releasing it outwards - for one purpose: to make Ether absorb the energy and become bigger.

In this way, Ereg could greatly speed up the natural process, and the blue ghost quickly reached 60% strength. Pretty soon there would be nothing left of the green ghost, but before that, Ereg had to rid himself of the deadly threat in front of him. 

Ereg\'s veins swelled as he held his hands out in front of him, creating a dense cluster of the Ether at one point.

Ether was a unique power whose main effect was the inability to affect it. Ether was extremely difficult to defend against, as well as attack, because Ether could not be weakened or dispersed. This power existed in a different parallel from all the others.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Space shuddered as the first silver blade reached Ereg. Upon colliding with the tightly compressed Ether, the silver blade deformed and shattered into small shards.

Then, other silver blades followed, but all of them met the same fate.

Ereg was under a lot of pressure, for he had to maintain the density and quantity of Ether while dealing with the recoil from the silver blades.

Gael didn\'t attack anymore, but not because he kept toying with Ereg and acting unserious - he just couldn\'t do it anymore.

It was as if his giant scars, like individual living things, had their own supply of energy. The giant scar on his right arm had practically run out of light.

He would still be able to use the silver claws, but first, the scar had to absorb some energy to restore its reserves.

"Agh... Agh... Agh... Agh..." Ereg was breathing heavily while the blue ghost was rapidly increasing, it had already reached 61%.

Even though it was only 1%, it was having its effect.

Once the total number passed 50%, then the process slowed down, and with every 1/10 it would only get slower, but those percentages would have a greater effect on Ereg\'s strength.

When it reached 90%, every 1% would have the same effect as before as much as 20-30%. However, Ereg had to live to see this moment, for Gael was going to fulfill his promise.

"Come on! I\'m not going to wait any longer!" Ereg exclaimed irritably with a wave of his hand. 

Gael nodded.

"Sure. Just warning you, it\'s going to be different from what you expect." Gael smirked as the scar on his right hand stopped glowing, and the ash claws dispersed, awaiting his next summoning.

Then, the next, scar shone brightly - on his neck, one of the most gruesome and seemingly painful events Gael had gone through in the past. 

At the same moment, the space next to his hand shook as dark ash appeared out of nowhere. 

It wasn\'t the black one that Gael had used before as this ash didn\'t give off an aura of death.

If you compared it to the silver ash that the claws were made of, this one was like hardened steel.

Then, the dark steel ash quickly turned into Gael\'s new weapon - a massive two-handed sword with a wide blade and several serrations on the back. The sword had a long hilt and no guard, just a few white bandages covering the cold metal hilt. 

Ereg\'s eyes went wide just like everyone else\'s. None of the onlookers could hide their surprise.

The reason was simple, Gael\'s new sword looked not like the weapon of a talented swordsman but like a butcher\'s cleaver or a mad killer whose only desire was to kill and tear the flesh of his enemies.

Such a weapon was not suitable for someone like Gael - that\'s what many people immediately thought.

However, Gael didn\'t worry about it, just a slight smile on his face, filled with memories.