Chapter 2830: Godslayerâs Body
Godslayerâs excitement was a contrast to Alexâs emotional distress. Here he was, dying of guilt for requesting Godslayerâs help in the current situation. But somehow, Godslayer showed a totally different emotion.
âWaitâŠâ Alex said slowly. âDid you say your body?â
âYes, my body. Where is it? Let me see.â
Godslayer saw the outside world through Alexâs eyes. Doing so required effort, but at that moment he couldnât care less. He saw the red sand, the group in the air, and the woman lying on the ground, lifeless.
âWhere is it? Whereâs my body?â he asked.
âWhat are you talking about?â Alex asked. His eyes turned toward Death. âIs she your body? I thought you were a man.â
âWhat the hell are you talking about? Did you forget what I am?â Godslayer asked.
Alexâs eyes widened. âRight, a sword spirit.â He raised the sword in his hand, the one he had found Godslayer in. âAre you talking about this?â
âNot that. My actual body. Have you not seen a black sword around here? Itâs somewhere up there in the front, but I canât locate it as well as I should. Something is obstructing our connection a little.â
âA swordâŠâ Alex said, gasping in realization. âThe Sword! The one she was holding.â
Alex had known the sword Death was holding was special, given its incredible sharpness. But with Death holding it, it had been completely overshadowed. He hadnât even given it a second thought as soon as he had realized it wasnât what was causing Deathâs issue.
âShe? Who is she?â Godslayer asked.
âDeath,â Alex answered, moving closer toward Death. He swung his sword, throwing out attacks toward the sect leader, who effortlessly blocked them, getting closer toward Death.
Alex wanted to help Godslayer find the sword Death had been using for all these years, and he knew it had been tossed to the side. It had to be in the sand close by her.
However, Deathâs life was more important than Godslayerâs body.
âSheâs the one I was talking about previously. I need to save her in order to leave Hell, Godslayer. Can you do something? Can you help me? I need her. We need her.â
He threw another attack, delaying the sect leader, but the inevitable was getting closer.
âGodslayer, please. Do something.â
âYouâre losing to them?â Godslayer asked in a surprised tone.
âTheir body cultivation is far stronger than mine. I have no power to fight them, and their battle array is powerful as well.â Alexâs voice was desperate. âIf you donât do something, we wonât be able to save her.â
âOh, I⊠IâŠâ
Godslayer felt the sword nearby. His sword. His body. It was so close. He was so close.
âI⊠Iâm sorry, kid. But I canât do it.â
Helping Alex in this moment meant destroying every part of him to rescue someone he didnât even know. It meant becoming the same as Midnight, a spirit that wasnât a spirit. He couldnât bring himself to do it.
Not when Alex was in no threat at all.
He would likely take a longer time to leave Hell, but that was preferable to dying for Godslayer. Not again.
âWhat? Canât you help me?â Alex asked, fighting back more.
âIâm sorry, but I choose not to die. Not forââ
Godslayer couldnât get any more words out when Alex finally arrived around the side, and Deathâs face finally became visible.
âW-w-what is she doing here?â he asked, his voice trembling.
Alex saw a chance. âDo you know her?â he asked, surprised. Maybe he shouldnât be. She had his sword.
âHow⊠How is she⊠theyâre Immortals,â Godslayer spoke in broken words, his mind failing to comprehend the situation before him.
âSheâs mindless. Soulless,â Alex said, explaining in hopes that Godslayer would choose to help him. âShe canât defend herself.â
âLike hell she canât!â Godslayer said. âWhy would she struggle to fight Immortals?â
âLike I said, sheâs not herself. Sheâs soulless. Or at least, her soul is very weak. I canât tell why,â Alex said.
âHer soulâŠâ Godslayer said, trying to think of something. âOf course. Her soul. She has no soul.â
He seemed to have realized something.
âYeah,â Alex said. âSo what can we do? How do we protect her?â
âProtect her? You think too highly of yourself. She needs no protection at all,â Godslayer said.
âButââ
âReturn her sword,â Godslayer said.
âBut she canât fight. She has no soul!â Alex said.
âJust do it!â
Alex spent just a second hesitating before rushing toward the black sword. He trusted Godslayer, so he searched the sand for her sword, hoping to give it to her.
Hopefully, Godslayer was right.
Suddenly, Alex felt a world of pain strike his mind and he fell from the sky, landing next to Death.
His sudden appearance caused the sect leader to take a step back before realizing what had happened. âOh, you showed yourself,â he said. âGood. Now stay there. Iâll deal with you soon.â
âAlex! Alex!â Godslayerâs voice resounded in Alexâs head. âWhat are you doing?â
âTheir Intent⊠itâs strong,â he said, trying to force himself up. âI⊠canât hold the seal up much longer.â
âSheâll protect you,â Godslayer said. âGive her sword back.â
âI⊠canât find it,â Alex said. âItâs lost in the sand.â
The seal was closing in.
âNot me. Not the black sword,â Godslayer shouted even as the seal resealed itself. âHer sword. The one in your hand.â
The seal was closed.
Alex heard Godslayerâs last words and stared at the sword in his hand.
Her sword.
Alex didnât have the time to think what that meant. He used the last of his Intent to push back against their assault, and used all the freedom he got from it to reach out with his sword and place it on Deathâs palm.
Just like when he had cut Deathâs palm during the sandstorm a few days ago, her hand clasped around the sword.
Around her sword.
Blood trickled down from her hand as it began to tremble, followed by her entire body.
Then, despite the Intent of the entire upper echelon of the Endless Night sect pouring on top of her, Death raised her head.
Finally, she moved.