Crossover Anime: Starting from Jobless Reincarnation

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The conversation turned to the sword dance in the afternoon, which was the only topic Roya could think of, but he still wanted to hear more praise for his beloved sword.

Esther didn't hold back her praise, complimenting Roya's sword dance from an observer's perspective.

That feeling of amazement remains vivid in Esther's memory even now.

Roya's mood brightened after receiving Esther's praise.

Esther suddenly added at the end, "But..."

The most frightening thing is hearing the word "only," so Roya's heart skipped a beat, and he asked curiously, "Only what?"

"Master's sword dance seems more suited to fire-type Pokémon. Although I can perform reasonably well with it, it always feels a little lacking."

Luo Ya seemed to be thinking about something. After a moment of thought, he nodded.

Esther's words do have some merit, but as a top-level sword spirit, the power she possesses is no less than that of Roya.

As he pondered, drowsiness overcame him, and Roya drifted back into a dream.

In the blink of an eye, the scene has been completely transformed.

Luo Ya began to observe his surroundings, his gaze immediately drawn to the dazzling figure before him.

It was a young girl, a girl bathed in light, holding a magnificent steel sword in her hand. The sword was engraved with intricate patterns that shone brilliantly in the sunlight.

Arecia.

Her long, shimmering golden hair swayed in the wind. She was clad in full armor, her expression hidden by her helmet. With a powerful thrust of her right hand, Arecia expressionlessly pierced through each of the monsters before her.

These monsters are all rampaging dark elves. Dark elves are very difficult to deal with. Even if ordinary elves kill them, they cannot make them disappear completely. They will gather as black mist, and after a period of time, they can reform in the same form and continue to wreak havoc on the world.

However, the monsters killed by Arecia do not turn into mist.

Under Roya's watchful gaze, the monster let out a mournful cry, and the holy sword shone with a dazzling light. This intense light, like a raging flame, directly melted the monster's body, ultimately causing it to vanish from the world.

Luo Ya clicked his tongue in amazement, somewhat impressed, thinking, "It truly lives up to its name as the Demon-Slaying Holy Sword."

So that's where the name "Demon-Slaying Holy Sword" comes from.

Arecia's sword dance is simple, yet equally beautiful. Simplicity does not mean simplistic; Arecia has extensive combat experience, and even Roja could not find any fault with it.

Arecia's silver-white armor emitted a faint glow. There were many enemies, but Arecia was all alone.

To be precise, Arecia is the only one here right now.

In the distance, a group of priestesses were engaged in a difficult battle with monsters.

But it's clear that Arecia had no hope for those people.

In any battle, mistakes are inevitable.

Arecia, who had transformed into a meat grinder, pierced the body of a giant bear-like monster with her sword. Suddenly, a jet-black wolf surrounded by flames leaped out from the side and extended its sharp claws to grab Arecia.

The claws pierced the armor easily, but finally stopped beneath the girl's skin.

Roya frowned, sensing a faint divine aura emanating from Arecia.

Is this... the passive ability of the Demon-Slaying Holy Sword?

Arecia turned her gaze to the wolf. The girl did not panic. She reached out her left hand, grabbed the wolf by the neck, and slammed it down hard.

The ground was smashed open by Arecia's blow, creating a huge crater, and the dire wolf was also knocked senseless.

After the Demon-Slaying Holy Sword in her right hand had absorbed all the demonic energy, Arecia pierced through the demonic wolf on the ground.

After the demon wolf died, its body emitted a great deal of mist, three or four times more than that of the bear-like demon.

Arecia frowned as she looked at the puncture marks on her armor.

At that moment, Roya heard Esther's slightly concerned words.

"Master, are you okay?"

This was the first time Roya had heard the two of them talk in his dream. It was obvious that this was not their first conversation, but it was the first time Roya had heard them talk.

Roya could sense a hint of worry in Esther's tone, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

Esther has never cared about me this much.

Even though I am your master too.

Roya muttered to himself, then turned his gaze to Arecia's skin.

The girl's skin was very good; it hadn't become rough from the battle, nor had it become dark from sun exposure. Arecia's skin could still be described as fair and tender like jade.

Arecia said calmly, "It's alright, I have your [Steel Protection], it can't hurt me."

Looking at Arecia, Roya felt a little emotional. Arecia was also an expressionless person, and he guessed that Esther's cold expression was learned from Arecia. Putting these miscellaneous thoughts aside, Roya silently memorized the Steel Guardian, preparing to find an opportunity to ask Esther about it later.

The battle continued, and Arecia fought her way into the massive castle with ease.

Throughout the journey, Arecia displayed considerable strength, defeating even high-ranking elves with a single sword strike.

Without the aid of magic, Roja could only observe Arecia's heroic sword dance with his naked eyes and senses. As he watched, Roja's brows furrowed.

After all, Roya had experienced many worlds, and with his own experience, he noticed something was wrong after watching for so long.

The holy sword absorbs the mist generated by the dark elves after each kill.

This fog carried a strong sense of foreboding; it was less fog and more a curse.

The holy sword called the Demon-Slaying Holy Sword does not purify curses; it constantly absorbs them.

In other words, it does not have a purification function.

Recalling that Arecia disappeared without a trace after defeating the Demon King in history, and that she never appeared in everyone's sight again like a legend, Roya couldn't help but feel a very bad premonition.

Shouldn't it?

The battle raged on, and Arecia arrived at the place known as the Demon King's Palace.

This is a huge room, and at this moment, a man is sitting at the very top.

The man was enveloped in a violent aura, and his powerful divine might swept across the surroundings without restraint. The moment Arecia saw him, she immediately gripped the Demon-Slaying Holy Sword and swung it at him.

There was no opening, nor was there any introduction like in a novel, where they introduced themselves and their opponent, and then emphasized the power between them.

Even so, Luo Ya was able to discern the other party's identity from the aura emanating from them.

Solomon, the demon king who brought suffering to this land, is rumored to be an elf wielder with seventy-two contracted spirits.

The battle was about to begin. Arecia's Demon-Slaying Holy Sword erupted with unprecedented light. Its silver-white blade resembled the bright moon, and the surrounding darkness could not erode this pure white light. The two divine powers collided and resisted each other.

Solomon gave a mocking smile, his scarlet eyes snapping open as he spoke in a low, hoarse voice: "I am a being from the endless underworld, the punisher of eternal sins—"

A jet-black longsword appeared out of thin air in his right hand, shrouded in a thick, ominous aura. The smell of death and decay almost filled the entire palace. Roya had once sensed a similar aura on someone else, Grevas.

The Demon-Slaying Holy Sword clashed with the Demon Sword, the two powerful forces resisting each other, and the battle between the two was deadlocked.

However, it is clear that Arecia is no match for Solomon in terms of strength, and is at a significant disadvantage in the contest of power.

Realizing this, Arecia changed tactics, turning sideways and delivering a whip kick to Solomon, using the momentum to retreat backward.

Then Arecia began to wear down Solomon with her sword dance.

The battle continued. Arecia's sword dance was exquisite, providing Roya with a rare visual feast. In contrast, Solomon's sword dance could not be called a sword dance at all; he was simply using brute force, slashing recklessly.

There was absolutely no skill involved; even a superior swordsman would probably be a level above Solomon's skill.

Even so, each of Solomon's strikes was undoubtedly terrifying. Under the dual suppression of divine power and strength, he fought Arecia to a standstill.

Arecia's divine power is not weak, but it is still inferior to her opponent's. Arecia's only advantage is her exquisite sword dance.

The battle between the two intensified, with the raging divine power shattering the ground and cracking the surrounding walls under its pressure.

Each time the jet-black longsword clashed with the silver-white steel sword, it produced a tremendous roar.

A powerful divine force swept in all directions. Arecia dodged Solomon's slash by sidestepping, her grip on the Demon-Slaying Holy Sword tight.

Chapter 199 The Fall of Solomon

Arecia took a deep breath, her eyes shining brightly, and her dazzling long hair swayed slightly with the fluctuations of divine power.

The battle continues.

The Demon-Slaying Holy Sword shone ever brighter, and Arecia's cold voice rang out: "—Transform into a steel sword here, and grant me divine power."

A silvery sheen emanated from Arecia's body, and upon closer inspection, her right arm was encased in silvery-white metal.

In that instant, Arecia's speed and strength increased, and she was no longer hesitant in front of Solomon.

Unable to subdue the small human before him for an extended period, Solomon grew increasingly irritable.

In the end, he simply resorted to brute force, his black knight's sword clashing with his silver-white steel sword. But this time, Arecia did not back down and fought Solomon to a standstill.

This was the first time Solomon had been unable to suppress his opponent in a direct confrontation. Sensing the abnormality, he became increasingly agitated, and his fighting style had to become even more ruthless.

As Roya watched Solomon wield his longsword like a wild beast, he frowned inwardly.

To be honest, if the Demon King is only like this, then it's really beneath him.

Like a wild beast, without any order or strategy, simply unleashing its power, this creature is more like a maddened beast than a demon king.

His crimson eyes reflected the surrounding scenery, and the aura emanating from his longsword grew increasingly fierce, with a violent aura constantly sweeping outwards.

If it were an ordinary spirit user, just feeling this power would probably make them tremble with fear.