A rare magical miracle in the world

Unobservable!

Bard was well aware that there were certain individuals he could not discern or comprehend.

The Miracle Entity, as well as the Master of Miracles!

They inherently exuded an air of mystique, and no matter how powerful the Child of Miracle was, they could never surpass the true essence and mystery of a genuine miracle.

"Are you the Master of Miracles?"

No, impossible. No Master of Miracles would personally wage war to such an extent.

"Miracle Entity!"

Through clenched teeth, Bard identified Old Luwei's true identity, "How shameless for the esteemed Miracle Entity itself to assist Morgan's men in launching a surprise attack on my Northern Sea!"

"Sharp-tongued."

Old Luwei was aware that he might be accused of bullying the weak, but what of it?

In his senior sister's illusion, Old Luwei was someone who could kill even his own fellow disciples. Having chosen the path of loyalty, he harbored no doubts and was determined to follow it through to the end.

"Bard!"

Hore stepped forward, "You are no match for him. Only together do we stand a chance of victory."

"Even if I am to die in battle, I need no one's help!"

Had Old Luwei not been there, perhaps Bard would have let Hore take action.

But now, it was as if a thorn was in his heart. Old Luwei shamelessly intervened, yet Bard had his pride and refused to collaborate with another, engaging in two against one combat.

As if to silently scorn Old Luwei, Bard struck out in anger.

The Infinite Laws were elevated, ultimately transforming into a golden greatsword capable of severing heaven and earth. With the God Ascension Form grasping the sword firmly, he swung it down directly at Old Luwei.

This simple move, at its core, concentrated the power of an entire lifetime.

There was no avoiding it because it targeted not the space before one's eyes or beneath one's feet, but aimed at Old Luwei himself—his very existence. Even if Old Luwei fled to the ends of the earth, this strike was his to bear.

The strength of the God Ascension Form was so fearsome because its attack was unavoidable.

Once achieved, even a casual swing of the sword could slay distant enemies and erase countless foes.

"Are you belittling me?"

Old Luwei was not angered; instead, he found this Bard to be incredibly foolish.

"You charged forward without even comprehending the distance between us."

"Whoosh!"

Drawing his sword, then sheathing it back.

"Crack!"

The golden greatsword broke in half. This strike could not be dodged, yet it was countered.

With the limited Miracle Power, one presumptuously sought to touch the boundless Miracle Entity. Not to even speak of the sword striking Old Luwei, it couldn't inflict any damage on him, and the disparity in power released in that instant was like heaven and earth.

The power wielded by the Fifth Awakening Miracle was equivalent to the Mythical-level, but while the latter had its limits, the former was infinite and endless.

Moreover, with an indestructible body, even a Mythical-level entity could only contend with a true miracle for so long, and could never really be considered its equal.

"Pff~~"

Golden blood splattered from Bard's God Ascension Form. He looked shocked, having never anticipated such a vast disparity between them.

A single strike not only broke his authority but also left a mortal wound on his body that was difficult to heal.

"Four Awakenings, no, you are, a Fifth Awakening Miracle Entity!"

"You're just realizing it now."

Old Luwei: "You couldn't even see who I was, your arrogance is rather laughable."

"Hore!"

"Help me!"

Bard finally let go of his arrogance. He was afraid, the fear of Old Luwei overwhelming the persistence in his heart as he sought help from his own brother.

"Let's retreat. We're no match for him. This is not something we can handle."

Hore had actually realized the extraordinary origins of Old Luwei from the very beginning; he couldn't fathom the depths of the other party, which showed the distinguished identity of the counterpart, certainly not that of Miracle Citizens like them.

It's a very normal thing for the Miracle Entity to take action and for the Child of Miracle to be unable to resist.

What they should do now is not to keep depleting their energy against Old Luwei here—that would be courting death. As vassals, they ought to report the situation here to the King of the North Sea as soon as possible for him to decide.

"What a joke!!"

Bard could not accept retreating like a rat, scurrying back in defeat.

He would rather die than be a deserter!

"This isn't about deserting, my brother. Why can't you understand?"

"Enough."

Hore didn't want to argue with Bard anymore. He needed to inform the King of the North Sea about the existence of Old Luwei. This matter had to be reported upwards.

"Stop it right there!!"

However, Bard suddenly stopped Hore, and the endless gold light, like a waterfall, showered upon Hore, enveloping him.

"What are you doing?!"

"Have you gone mad?"

Hore: "You have lost your reason! Let me go. There's something wrong with this incident. Our king has fallen into their trap!"

Hore's judgment was not wrong. He wasn't planning to desert, but to fully report the current situation to Ogysail.

Although Ogysail would be angered, with the intervention of the Fifth Awakening Miracle Entity, even if he was incensed, he would choose to step back and hang a white flag, not holding grudges against them.

A battle of Fifth Awakening against Four Awakenings, the latter would never stand a chance, no matter how one thinks about it.

Therefore, losing this battle, or even outright conceding, is not shameful.

If everything had to be resolved by force, then what would be the purpose of the Kings' Council or the Holy Covenant?

For the weak, when facing the strong, law is the best weapon for their protection.

"Boom!"

Dark Force erupted from within Hore, and he firmly believed his judgment was correct; it was Bard who was too stubborn and arrogant.

He hadn't taken the people here seriously and hadn't heeded the words of Ogysail. They were only the vanguard sent to observe the situation, the scouts.

If the enemy were weak, they could certainly defeat them and then return to claim the credit.

But the strength of the enemy was so clear to them, a Fifth Awakening Miracle Entity in plain sight; how could one pretend to be blind and not see!

He, Hore, was blind but not blind of heart; the darkness before him had not obscured his rationality.

On the contrary, it was Bard, fixated on forcing Hore to join him in a do-or-die battle against Old Luwei.

Ridiculous to the extreme!

Where on earth did Bard get the courage and confidence that two Legends could contend with a Fifth Awakening Miracle Entity?

"This too..."

Bailuo was also watching the internal strife between Bard and Hore, somewhat perplexed: "Is this even possible? Aren't the Children of Miracle not supposed to do anything that harms the Master of Miracles? What's going on here?"

"Good or bad, it's uncertain."

Sigurian said, "What's good or bad for my father, there's no absolute certainty."

If there truly were such a restriction, then before starting a war, the Child of Miracle would simply feel it out.

"Hmm, I can't do this, so it must be bad for the Master of Miracles; I can do that, so it must be beneficial for the Master of Miracles."

Sigurian chuckled: "There's no such thing, right, King Yatun?"