Bloodline of Gods: The Genius at Olympus Academy!

Chapter 38 38. [Millennium Killing Sword]

If the Kain from before seemed to carry the rage and fury of war this Kain was the complete opposite

Kain seemed to embody the very essence of war's despair—the tragic cries, the unwilling roars, the shattered dreams.

All the dark and unpleasant aspects of war and conflict that everyone dreaded and feared but didn't dare to talk about, about manifested before everyone's eyes, furiously spewing forth from Kain's blade like an endless torrent

The aura it emitted was horrifying; just one glance at it seemed to freeze the very soul.

Next a gloomy, blackish-red light swirled menacingly around the sword as Kain spoke in a haunting voice.

[ Millennium Killing Sword!]

Brr!

The sword in his buzzed and roared to life as Kain swung it with terrifying force at the lioness.

A reddish-black storm erupted from the blade, swirling with the twisted faces of hundreds of crimson skulls that seemed to scream in torment as they rushed toward the helpless beast.

The lioness, sensing the deathly aura, froze in terror, her soul quaking with dread. She could barely muster a pitiful whimper before she was completely obliterated.

Her body exploded in a gruesome shower of flesh and shattered bones, painting the arena in a thick, bliniding mist of blood.

But Kain wasn't done. His sword arced through the air like a ravenous dragon, turning with lethal precision toward the two lionesses that had dared to encircle him.

The beasts let out desperate, guttural roars of despair, their eyes wide with the realization of impending doom. But their cries were swallowed by the cacophony of agonized wails emanating from Kain's blade, the embodiment of the countless souls that had died at his very own hands.

In an instant, the storm of crimson divinity smashed into the two creatures with bone-shattering force.

Their bodies were torn apart in an instant, limbs and entrails scattering like confetti in a twisted celebration of gruesome carnage.

Their tragic cries echoed briefly before being silenced forever, their souls joining the legion of wailing skulls that fuelled the endless development of Kain's killing sword.

Kain's eyes, cold and devoid of emotion, surveyed the carnage with ruthless indifference. He stepped through the river of blood and shattered bones forming at his feet, the ground slick with gore, as he advanced toward the next two lionesses.

He moved with the relentless inevitability of a constructed war machine, like a demonic entity that had just crawled from the darkest pits of the underworld, thirsting for more slaughter.

The crowd of students that had been worrying about Kain merely moments ago all froze.

No one spoke, but those watching collectively broke out in a cold sweat.

An eerie sense of fear descended onto the stands.

Except for the instructors, probably none were spared.

Aiden would admit it too—when he looked at Kain bathed in that bloody light, he was slightly afraid.

The sword strike was just too horrifying! A mere swing seemed to contain the screams of hundreds of unwilling victims.

Aiden had entered the world of the gods from regular civilian society.

While the world of mortals may have been slightly boring, for Aiden, it was exceptionally safe.

Things like violence and murder were so far removed from Aiden's life that they were nearly incomprehensible.

But being from the world of mortals wasn't enough to explain the sense of fear that Aiden was feeling.

After all, there were many other trainees from the world of gods, and they were also feeling this inexplicable fear.

Take Oliver, for example.

No, it should be said that because he was from the divine family, he was not only feeling fear, but his fear was much deeper than Aiden's.

After all, unlike Aiden, who could only feel the terror instinctively, Oliver knew exactly how horrifying the sight in front of him was.

Oliver, by his side, was much better—no, he was much worse—because, unlike Aiden, he actually knew what that sword represented.

"The Millennium Killing Sword. He actually used the Millennium Killing Sword!"

Oliver's voice contained equal parts shock and amazement.

Aiden, to the side, heard this and frowned.

Just looking at the sword was enough to elicit an instinctive sense of fear. Aiden wouldn't feel comfortable if he knew nothing about such a horrifying move, so he asked, "Oliver, what exactly is this Millennium Killing Sword?"

Oliver took a deep breath before speaking, his voice low and almost shaking

"The sword technique isn't something simple. It's a divine technique that only the most talented divine descendants of Ares can hope to wield. But even though those talented divine descendants may have it available as an option, it's strongly advised that most steer clear of it.

The power of the technique may be beyond comprehension, but so is the challenge of mastering it, particularly for those who are new to the art of war.

"The essence of this sword technique lies not just in its formidable strikes and elaborate visualization. No, the true enigma of this technique lies in grasping the essence of war and death itself—a concept so elusive that it can only be understood by those who have walked the fine line between life and death countless times on the battlefield.

But do you see the problem? How can a mere student, a teenager yet to fully live and start his life properly, hope to comprehend the endless horrors of war?

Legend has it that the creator of this divine technique wandered the blood-soaked fields of battle for a thousand years, slaying without mercy, until the true nature of war revealed itself to him in a moment of grim enlightenment.

It was only then that he forged the Millennium Killing Sword, hence the prefix millennium killing.

Even if getting started didn't require you to immersive yourself in killing for a thousand years, the time definitely wasn't short

For Kain to wield such mastery over this horrifying technique, it means he isn't just someone who's tasted the bitterness of war a few times—he is a true veteran, a spirit forged in endless conflict.

War isn't something he's experienced; it's something he is living and breathing at all times

Aiden took a deep, cold breath.