I Reincarnated into a Prince, and all Female Players in the Server Tries to Get Me! - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Doesn’t She Know That I’m A Sword Saint?

The darkness dispersed.

Walter maintained the posture of holding the sword in one hand and holding the other hand in front of his chest.

He did not lower his guard until he was sure that Rose had really retreated.

Did he win just like that?

What about the Spider Goddess, Rose?

Did she retreat?

Just that simple?

Even the God of Light and the Supreme God did not dare to be stubborn. The Spider Goddess, who had no choice but to retreat, was forced to retreat just like that by Walter’s sword?

Whether it was the human Holy Warriors, the remaining shamans of the Beastmen, or the Elves, all of them widened their eyes in disbelief.

That was the Abyss Lord, the Spider Goddess, Rose.

What did they just see?

A mortal Walter actually repelled her so easily?

Not only was he unscathed, he even cut off one of her arms.

Walter picked up the broken arm on the ground and knocked it with the hilt of his sword, making the sound of metal clashing.

He felt that something was wrong when he cut it down.

It turned out that Rose’s physical body had really been strengthened to such an extent.

Whoosh!

A sharp arrow flew past Walter’s ear, and a petite Elf appeared beside Walter.

Walter’s eyes did not even move.

This arrow was aimed at the side. This Elf was only stepping on the arrow to make its appearance more eye-catching.

Nonetheless, the Elven Enchantment Technology was really amazing.

This arrow had at least seven or eight spells attached to it, and it also had armor-piercing properties. It should have been made of mithril.

“Lord Moonlight Walker!”

The surrounding Elves all knelt down on one knee when they saw the mithril arrow.

Although the Elves were arrogant, their ranks were strict.

The Low-Ranked Elves had to bow when they saw the High-Ranked Elves, and it was even more complicated than the human civilians’ etiquette when they saw the nobles.

The Moonlight Walker was a noble among the Elves and the personal guard of the Moon Priestess.

His status was similar to that of a Priest among the Beastmen and a bishop among the humans.

“How did you do it?”

The Moonlight Walker waved his hand casually, then tilted his head and came to Walter’s side, his face full of curiosity.

Just now, the Moon Priestess had even prepared to summon a meteor shower.

Meteor Shower Summoning was a Forbidden Spell of the Elven race. It was the ultimate Forbidden Spell that required the power of the Elven main God to communicate with the Moon Well.

The priestesses of past generations only had one chance to summon a meteor shower.

Once they finished using it, they would rapidly age due to a large overdraft of their vitality.

The Moon Priestess of this generation had just taken up the role. If she abdicated, the Elven race would likely have a gap in their inheritance due to the lack of talent.

The Moonlight Walker seemed to be asking Walter out of curiosity. It would be more accurate to say that he was here to express her gratitude on behalf of the Moon Priestess.

However, the pride of the Elven race made them maintain a cold attitude even though they were here to express their gratitude.

“Isn’t this very normal?”

“I was also wondering how a mage like her would dare to stand in front of me and face me head-on.”

“Doesn’t she know that I’m a Sword Saint?”

Walter did not mind Moonlight Walker’s rudeness. Instead, he casually joked.

The seemingly easy move just now had actually made Walter use up all his trump cards.

Sword Saints were a Class with high attack and low defense.

If he could not defeat rose at his strongest state, then he could only wait for death.

Before the battle began, Walter took the opportunity to comprehend the Light Power. He did not even think about what would happen if he lost.

It was only at this moment that Walter seemed to remember that his opponent was the Spider Goddess, Rose.

“An ordinary Sword Saint wouldn’t be able to do what you did, Your Highness Walter.”

A trembling Beastman walked over and pointed at Walter’s forehead with his aged finger.

This was an elder of the Tortoise race and the oldest Priest among the Beastmen. He was already over a thousand years old.

In the entire continent, this was an existence that seemed to have lived through history.

In fact, many of the ancestor souls of the Beastmen were his juniors.

Just now, he had touched Walter’s forehead with his finger to help check if he had been cursed by Rose.

Rose also had very deep attainments in the Haunted Field. In the Material Plane, the only one qualified to step into this field was the Tortoise Priest before him.

“Perhaps it’s because my sword is sharper.”

Walter smiled.

The survivors of the human, Beastmen, and Elf races all smiled knowingly.

After a tough battle, everyone finally expelled the Abyssal Demons and successfully protected the Material Plane.

Without relying on the gods.

This battle was destined to be recorded in the annals of history. Once again, everyone would become witnesses of history.

Especially Walter.

As a mortal, he summoned the Six-Winged Seraph and defeated the Spider Goddess, Rose. Such a battle record could be called epic.

A dazzling white light descended. Walter was bathed in Holy Light.

Under the gaze of thousands of humans, he slowly flew up until he disappeared.

It was like the legendary ascension of the day.

Everyone knew that Walter must have received another reward from the Light Power.

As for what he had obtained, the system did not choose to announce it.

The last time he killed Hydra, Walter had obtained the ultimate Forbidden Spell, Angel Summoning.

The Spider Goddess’ power was even greater than Hydra’s, and her influence was far beyond Hydra’s.

Although Walter had not been able to kill Rose, saving the Material Plane from the mouth of the Abyssal Monsters was no less of a contribution than killing Hydra.

People were filled with awe and anticipation for Walter’s return.

The game forum was once again in a frenzy.

This time, the main characters were no longer Walter, but the male and female players of Genesis.

“My friend has been crying for three days for a game. Can anyone tell me what happened?”

“Me too. Ever since my brother quit the game, he’s been crying and laughing at the same time, as if he’s possessed.”

“Other than when he first got the little red flower when he was young, I haven’t seen him this happy in years. He laughed and wiped away his tears, hugging his pillow and unwilling to let go.”

“Your friend’s brother just came out of Genesis, right?”

“No wonder, my sister is the same.”

“Let me tell you, they just went through a very, very difficult battle in the game.”

“How should I put it? I don’t mean to disrespect the ancestors. It’s just a pure metaphor. It’s just like when our army was in Korea during the war.”

“When they faced an enemy with an absolute difference in strength, they were not afraid of death. With one slogan and one belief, they fought to the death.”

“Although it was just a game and everything was virtual, the sublimation of emotions at the scene at that time, could not be explained by ‘just a game’.”

“Later, because of a miracle, they won.”

“So, now they should be feeling happy!”