Fresh blood spurted out as Schiller’s head left his body. Severe pain assaulted his senses and aroused incomparable fury within his heart. But, most importantly, he was puzzled.
Schiller wanted to curse out loud. How come such a saint grade weapon was ineffective?!
What a fraud!
During his last moments, he was cursing inwardly at how things had turned out. The broken sword in his hand was radiating extraordinary radiance and was obviously an exceptional item.
Although barely three inches of the blade remained intact, it should still a weapon possessing legendary might.
As a knight of the Holy See, Schiller understood very well just how powerful and terrifying these weapons were. This was especially true for those weapons produced over 2000 years ago. They were supposed to be world-shaking weapons!
It wouldn’t be difficult to cut a king level entity in half even if it couldn’t burn the mountains and boil the seas.
"Ah…"
