Captain – Chapter 691 – A Treacherous Path Through Wind and Snow

The battle amid wind and snow continued, the sounds of clashing metal and sparks never ceasing.

But the images that had suddenly appeared before the young woman’s eyes gradually slowed and lessened, until they completely disappeared.

As if that lesson was drawing to a close.

But the lesson’s content—those scenes stripped of their blur, and the countless techniques contained within the flashing movements of crossed blades—were all deeply carved into the captain’s heart.

They became things that belonged to her.

Therefore, Roy gradually became able to receive her father’s heavy pressure, growing accustomed to blade lights that had previously seemed stunning with every stroke, even beginning to find opportunities for counterattack.

So one-sided suppression became being slightly at a disadvantage, then transformed into evenly matched forces.

And amid this completely focused offense and defense, the captain’s battle awareness leaped forward at an unimaginable speed. Moreover, compared to ordinary people’s learning and memorization, she was more like “familiarizing” herself with combat methods she already knew.

Carving memory fragments from her bloodline into instinct, then trying to actively use them.

Thus step by step approaching the level of the person before her.

But because Roy’s body after “breaking from her cocoon” was actually far stronger than that person’s, when she gradually mastered the techniques and accepted and adapted to this level of combat, the battle situation that had once fallen into deadlock began to tilt in her favor.

From a certain moment, she became the one applying pressure.

With the enormous pressure gone, her “imprisoned” thoughts were naturally liberated to soar freely.

But the good times didn’t last long.

Just when the young woman thought this was everything that damned specter wanted to teach her, and this seemingly perilous trial would end following this trend…

The blade light coming toward her suddenly became faster, and the force within it increased several times over.

“Clang!”

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So after a fierce blade cry, though Roy had never let down her guard, her advancing momentum couldn’t help but stall, her unstoppable attitude no longer present.

Her racing thoughts also paused accordingly, then countless bewilderments surged in her heart.

Because this made no sense.

Because the opponent’s ability to shatter her winning momentum with one strike was different from before—it didn’t rely on techniques far superior to hers, though it did take advantage of her complete lack of preparation…

But more than that, it still depended on pure speed and strength.

As if his physical capabilities had suddenly exploded.

Why was this?

Although in Roy’s view, no matter what kind of “surprises” her damned father, who lived up to his legendary name, could bring would be excessive, she still wanted to find the reason.

And the answer wasn’t hard to find.

From the start of battle until now, Roy’s gaze, aside from focusing on the attacking curved blade, naturally rested mostly on that person. So she saw his change at a glance.

More precisely, the sudden shocking transformation of the black blade piercing his heart.

From when that previous strike fell, or perhaps even earlier when the person before her began to increase in physical ability, the pale mist that had been swirling around his chest and concealing the dark blade handle had completely dissipated, and the transparent, crystal-like black blade rapidly solidified.

And when it returned from its ghost-like state to a physical object, it moved on its own.

Actually slowly sinking into that person’s heart, piercing deeper!

So the surrounding death intent gradually faded, but Roy, who didn’t know what that meant yet could guess the possible tragedy, couldn’t feel happy at all.

She instinctively tried to dissuade him: “No, stop—”

But before she could even get out the word “it,” that legend of old had already closed in again, the silver blade in his hand cutting through wind and snow as it slashed down, with even greater speed and force than before.

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So Roy could only swallow her words of persuasion and raise her blade to block.

Another crisp ringing sound, and the blades separated.

The young woman retreated several steps until she pulled back a distance before barely managing to steady herself.

In that split second, the situation seemed to return to how it was initially.

As if nothing had changed at all.

At the same time, a light voice fell before Roy could catch her breath.

“Elizabeth, you know persuasion is useless on me.”

As these words fell, the wind and snow shrouding the captain suddenly scattered and flew in all directions, briefly revealing that person’s clear figure and the black blade that had sunk even deeper.

At this moment, he let his curved blade hang at his side, looking down at the young woman with a cold voice: “If you want to stop it, then do it yourself.”

“Now it’s your turn to attack.”

As his voice faded, the wind and snow suddenly intensified, once again shrouding that person’s form and features like a curtain. What made Roy even more grave, then angry…

Was that those winds became inexplicably fierce, painfully striking her face. Those snowflakes transformed from ice crystals became sharp as blades, and most startling of all, thunder rumbled within the wind and snow.

Even complex, twisted lightning began to emerge.

This was devil’s power.

“You—you’re cheating! How am I supposed to fight through that!”

Seeing this eerie scene and thinking of the man’s suddenly exploded strength and speed, Roy asked hatefully. She naturally guessed this was all because of that black blade.

It was what that person had exchanged for with his flowing life.

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When a true devil spared nothing in burning everything, just how terrifying would it be?

That body surpassing a “divine form” and the power that had torn through all shackles were clear proof.

But there was still that most important question: why

Why was he doing this? What consideration lay behind using his power to block the path?

More and more questions arose, but Roy couldn’t possibly get answers from the man who ignored her time-stalling tactics, nor could she continue thinking.

Because she could sense his aura growing more and more distant, gradually sinking into darkness.

Until it could never be found again.

Grinding her teeth in displeasure, Roy gripped her curved blade tightly and charged toward that “passage” that seemed only a few steps away but might actually be more distant than the vast sea.

Amid wind, snow, and lightning, the young woman’s pupils blazed with light.

So those indistinguishable winds and snow, those startlingly fast lightning serpents, gradually became clear and slow in her eyes, with the possibility of dodging or blocking them.

But feelings were ultimately just feelings—the captain’s movements couldn’t truly keep up.

Therefore, without exception, in this charge she had barely taken one step on that path before being knocked back to her original position by a lightning strike from the side.

Her cheeks and skin moreover showed traces of crimson.

And at this moment, that person’s cold voice came from across the way: “You can only do this much? Then you should just go back. Edward won’t talk fairness with you.”

Hearing this, Roy’s breathing became heavier, but she said nothing and continued forward.

This time, though she persisted longer, she still couldn’t go any farther. When she retreated, there was an additional charred crack at the waist of her captain’s uniform.

Though there was no wound due to her healing ability, she could still sense how harrowing it had been.

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And the farther in she went, this danger would be magnified several times over. In the end, if she took one wrong step, she might truly die, and even that person would find it difficult to hold back.

And clearly, he wouldn’t show mercy either.

The meaning was even clearer: either retreat in the face of difficulty, or break through and go see the devil.

Otherwise, it would be better to end things here.

Rather than suffer a fate worse than death.

Of course, there was also a third path: wait for that black blade to completely sink into that person’s heart, never to be separated again. At that time, this path would naturally no longer exist.

The possibly only method to kill the devil would also no longer exist.

She would only be able to turn back, accept that person’s agreement on the nameless island, and watch him leave.

This might be the best choice, because what the Lady, the former Great Captain, and even her father who had met the devil all considered to be their ancestor’s true intentions—Roy had always known them, just hadn’t been willing to believe.

No, she could never possibly accept them.

Committing countless wrongs then departing with ease, roaming freely to the other shore—where in the world was there such a good deal!

Moreover, she couldn’t possibly watch that damned specter truly die.

So the young woman moved forward again.

The clear, bright battle cry that had rung out when facing that night curtain and even stronger enemies emerged once more.

“Again!”

Just like the unwilling roar of a small beast.