My Love Debts Are Everywhere! - Chapter 636

Chapter 636: All-out Fight – Part 1
“Oh?” The Evil God’s consciousness was surprised to see Leon but quickly smiled playfully. “I didn’t expect your attack to come so fast, Fated One.”

Leon snorted coldly, a grin spreading across his face. “I didn’t expect your reflexes to be that sharp, bastard.”

With that, he drew the Holy Sword of Zenith from his grip and twisted his body sideways.

*Bang!*

A powerful kick slammed into the left side of the Evil God’s consciousness, sending him hurtling downward at high speed.

Guren stood frozen, unable to believe what he had just witnessed.

The Evil God’s consciousness—so formidable—had been knocked back so easily by Leon!

But before he could move, Leon clenched his left fist and smashed it hard across Guren’s face.

*Bang!*

The punch sent him crashing into a pile of white sand.

But Leon didn’t stop there. He raised the Holy Sword of Zenith high above his head. Holy power erupted from his body, focusing intensely on the blade.

“Die!” he shouted, swinging the sword down with full force.

*Whoosh!*

A slash of pure holy energy shot swiftly toward the Evil God’s consciousness.

But suddenly…

*Whoosh!*

A clenched black hand burst out of the air and struck the holy slash head-on.

*Boom!*

A massive explosion erupted, followed by a violent shockwave that rippled outward in all directions.

The few surviving Elf soldiers, already in terrible condition, were sent flying. Their injuries worsened as they were slammed against the ground.

“Ugh!” Leon, still hovering in the sky, was caught in the blast.

He quickly raised both arms to shield his face, bracing against the raging wind and pressure.

After a few tense seconds, the shockwave began to fade, then finally vanished.

Leon lowered his arms and looked down—only to see the Evil God’s consciousness still standing, completely unharmed.

He stood tall, his muscular body fully exposed. His long black hair billowed in the wind, and his expression remained cold and unreadable.

“The Holy Sword of Zenith, huh? I haven’t seen it in a long time,” he said calmly.

The Holy Sword of Zenith—one of the two sacred blades—was the very sword used to seal away his true body.

In many ways, the peace the world knew today existed because of that sword.

“But… something’s off. That sword looks different. Weaker,” he muttered with a frown. “It’s not what it once was. As if most of its power is gone.”

“That’s because the Holy Sword of Zenith he’s holding isn’t the real one, Evil God.”

Guren’s breathless voice came from beside him.

“According to the ancient records I read in the Temple of Twilight, the true Holy Sword of Zenith was split into three parts. Those fragments became the Holy Sword of Zenith that bastard is holding, the Holy Spear of the Soaring Dragon, and the Holy Bow of Celestial Frost. That’s why the sword’s power is so weak—it’s not the original.”

Guren wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, his eyes burning with hatred as he stared at Leon.

In the past, he had believed the three holy weapons were gods’ gifts and that the heroes chosen to wield them were destined to defeat the demon race.

But after entering the Temple of Twilight and uncovering its deepest secrets, he learned the truth: it had all been a lie.

The Holy Sword of Zenith was indeed a weapon granted by the gods—but not to kill demons. Its true purpose was to destroy the one standing beside him now: the Evil God.

More accurately, the true Evil God remains sealed beneath the Desert of Chaos.

“Oh?” The Evil God’s consciousness was slightly taken aback by his words. “How intriguing. So that’s what became of the sword… I didn’t expect that.”

Meanwhile, Leon’s eyes were fixed coldly on the Evil God’s consciousness and Guren, now standing side by side.

Without warning, he launched forward.

“Hero Technique: Space Steps!”

His figure blinked out of sight, reappeared five meters away, then vanished again—only to materialize directly behind Guren.

“What!?”

A chill ran down Guren’s spine as he felt the presence of death brush against him.

“Not good!” he shouted, trying to dodge—but it was too late.

The attack was blindingly fast. He didn’t even have time to react.

Just as the attack was about to land, the Evil God’s consciousness appeared beside Guren and caught the sword with his left hand.

Guren exhaled in relief—only to freeze as he caught the faint, unsettling smile on Leon’s lips.

His eyes widened. He opened his mouth to shout a warning—but it was already too late.

Holy power erupted from Leon’s body.

Both holy and chaos power were inherently destructive to dark power, and the resulting explosion had a devastating effect on the Evil God.

His left hand melted away, transforming into a foul black liquid.

“Damn it!” snarled the Evil God’s consciousness. But before he could react, Leon delivered a brutal kick to his stomach.

*Bang!*

The blow sent him flying like a cannonball, soaring hundreds of meters through the air.

Without missing a beat, Leon spun and launched another kick at Guren, sending him hurtling away as well.

“Now they’re separated,” Leon said coldly. “I’ll leave Guren to you, Zelda. I’ll take care of the Evil God’s consciousness.”

“Yes, Leon. Be careful.” A soft voice echoed in his mind.

Leon gave a faint smile, then locked eyes on the Evil God’s consciousness—and charged straight at him.

***

“Ahem!”

About five hundred meters from the battlefield where Leon fought the Evil God, a young woman let out a weak cough, her expression dazed.

Her green cloak was torn and dust-covered, and abrasions marked her forehead, arms, legs, and stomach—almost every part of her body.

She was Leyna—Zelda’s personal guard.

“Ahem!” She coughed again, this time more harshly as the wind kicked up white sand, blowing it into her nose.

“What the hell is going on?” she muttered, frowning as she scanned her surroundings.

Then, in an instant, her expression froze—her face drained of color, eyes wide with terror.

“Is this… the Forest of Eternal Silence? Why does it look like this?” Her heart pounded violently, as if it were trying to break free from her chest.

The once lush, vibrant land had been reduced to a lifeless desert of white sand.

There was no trace of the forest left. Every tree had vanished—erased without a sign—leaving nothing but a hollow landscape, impossible to recognize.

Leyna collapsed to her knees, the sand swallowing her legs slightly.

Her body trembled as she stared blankly ahead, her eyes filled with silent grief.

The Forest of Eternal Silence was her home—her birthplace. And now, it was gone.

The sadness ran so deep it nearly overwhelmed her with despair.

However, a sudden realization struck her—she hadn’t found Thalon or the Elf soldiers anywhere.

“I have to find them.”

Pushing aside the pain and despair that weighed on her, she stood up.

Although her home was destroyed, she couldn’t afford to lose Thalon… or the other Elf soldiers.

Without hesitation, she began searching the area.

The force behind the strange phenomenon that wiped out the forest had thrown her far from where she had originally been.

Thalon must have been thrown just as far.

She combed through the endless sands, but all she found were the bodies of Dark Elves—and a few fallen Elven soldiers.

“No… it can’t be… Thalon’s dead?” She whispered, her voice trembling, unable to accept the cruel truth. She bit her lower lip, struggling to hold back the panic rising in her chest.

Then, suddenly…

“Ahem… Help me…”

A soft voice came from about fifty meters away. Leyna’s eyes snapped wide open in surprise.

“That voice… it’s Thalon!”

Leyna quickly rushed toward the source of the voice—and sure enough, she found a man buried in the sand.

Only his head was visible above the surface, with abrasions on his forehead and neck. Blood trickled slowly from the wounds, making him look weak and pitiful.

“Thalon!” Leyna cried out as she dropped to her knees beside him.

Seeing that he was still alive, she let out a breath of relief and clutched her chest.

“Leyna?” Thalon looked surprised and drained. “Thank the heavens you’re safe. I was so afraid you’d end up like those Dark Elf soldiers…”

His eyes shifted to the pile of corpses nearby—a grim and haunting sight.

“Don’t worry. I’m okay,” Leyna said gently, trying to reassure him. “Right now, what matters most is getting you out of here.”

Thalon’s body was covered in cuts and wrapped in bandages. He couldn’t even move.

Being thrown by the force that wiped out the Forest of Eternal Silence had already left him badly injured. Now, being half-buried in sand only made things worse.

“You’re right,” Thalon murmured with a weak sigh. “I can barely breathe… Please, Leyna, get me out of here.”

“Of course.” Leyna nodded firmly and began to dig.

Using her sword, she cleared the sand from Thalon’s right and left sides. After about ten minutes, he was finally freed.

“Hah… Hah…” Thalon panted, wincing as one of his wounds reopened.

“I’ll take you back to the Elven territory. Thankfully, the phenomenon didn’t reach our homeland,” she said while supporting his body.

Thalon didn’t resist and gave a faint nod. “I’m counting on you.”

Leyna helped him to his feet and was just about to leave when a sudden explosion echoed in the distance.

Startled, they turned toward the sound and saw a massive tree that had appeared out of nowhere.

At its center was a man they didn’t recognize, bound tightly by the tree’s roots as if imprisoned.

“Huh? Who is that? And what just happened?”