The Inheritance of Demon Emperor Amon Crimson: Codex of Noctis
“Humanity Army, raise your weapons and
launch an attack!”
At the sound of the call, Garan, Terran,
and
Lilith’s eyes widened in alarm as they
swiftly went on high alert.
Heidel quickly regained his composure, his gaze locking onto Valen, Guren, and the advancing human army.
*Whoosh!*
Suddenly, a pitch-black light appeared above his hand, spreading across his arm before fading away.
The blood that had been flowing profusely stopped, and the wound on his palm vanished instantly, as though it had never existed.
With his expression growing stern, Heidel raised his palm and shouted, “Demon Army! Form your ranks and attack!”
“Whoa!!!”
At Heidel’s command, the entire Demon army erupted in loud shouts and charged toward the human forces.
With that, the war between the Demon race and mankind officially reignited!
In the serene inner palace courtyard, Leon stood with his eyes closed, gripping a wooden sword firmly in his right hand.
After a moment, a purplish-black light-the energy of chaos-suddenly enveloped the sword.
Leon slowly opened his eyes and made a slashing motion toward the ten wooden puppets a hundred meters away.
*Boom!*
The slash infused with chaos energy sliced through the air, obliterating the ten wooden puppets in an instant.
As he witnessed the scene, Leon nodded slightly, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
“My control over the power of chaos has significantly improved,” he murmured, a look of contentment reflecting in his striking features.
In the past few days, he had often
dedicated time to training in the inner
palace courtyard. His regimen included refining the hero techniques he had already mastered, enhancing his control
over holy power, and honing his
proficiency in wielding chaos power. Of all
his training endeavors, mastering chaos power was undoubtedly the most
challenging.
Unlike the holy power he had possessed
since infancy, the power of chaos was still
new and unfamiliar to him.
Furthermore, since childhood, he had
practiced controlling holy power under the
guidance of various great masters in the Holy Orthodox Hall. In contrast, the power
of chaos was entirely different, as there was no one available to guide him in
mastering it. (Note: In this context, the “Great Masters” refers to individuals who
have researched holy power using ancient
manuscripts and historical records of previous heroes. They serve as guides for the new generation of heroes, including Leon and the other two heroes.)
Moreover, without any ancient records that explain or detail the power of chaos, he would have to explore and learn about it independently-a process that would likely take a considerable amount of time.
“By the way, there’s something I’m quite curious about. If the Holy Sword of Zenith and the other two holy weapons have inherited hero techniques from the heroes of the previous era, does the Great Sword
of Chaos possess them as well?” Leon mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Hero techniques are special abilities developed by past heroes to combat the Demon Emperor of their time, passed
down to future generations of heroes through the inheritance methods found within the three holy weapons.
These techniques stemmed from the
heroes’ deep understanding of holy power and holy weapons, coupled with years of experience, making most of them powerful and lethal.
Although the Great Sword of Chaos differs
from the three holy weapons, Leon hoped
it contained some form of inheritance or, at the very least, techniques left behind by its first wielder-the First Demon Emperor, Amon Crimson.
“I think I should ask Miranda,” Leon
whispered, slowly closing his eyes.
He pressed his index and middle fingers together and touched them to his forehead.
“Miranda, do you hear me?” he called softly.
Moments later, a gentle and enchanting
voice echoed in his mind.
“I’m here, Master. Do you need something?” Miranda replied softly. At her response, a wave of relief washed
over Leon, prompting him to let out a soft sigh.
After the incident last night, Leon often felt
nervous and uneasy when trying to contact
Miranda, worried that she might not respond like she used to. Fortunately, his worries were unfounded,
and Miranda answered his call promptly.
A faint smile crossed Leon’s face as he rested his right hand on his wooden sword
and said lightly, “Sorry to disturb you, Miranda, but I have something to ask.”
Miranda remained silent, patiently waiting for him to continue.
Taking a small breath, Leon adopted a calm yet slightly serious expression as he inquired, “I wanted to ask if the Demon Emperor Amon Crimson left any inheritance within the Great Sword of
Chaos.”
Upon hearing the word “inheritance,” Miranda appeared taken aback and asked hesitantly, “Inheritance?”
Leon nodded slightly and quickly elaborated, “You may not be aware, but the three holy weapons-the Holy Sword of Zenith, the Holy Spear of Soaring Dragon, and the Holy Bow of Celestial Frost-
contain the insights and hero techniques
left by their respective heroes for future generations. Therefore, I’m very curious whether Demon Emperor Amon Crimson left behind something similar.” Although he was uncertain whether Amon
Crimson had left an inheritance, he
genuinely hoped he had. If so, it would significantly improve his control over the power of chaos, offering invaluable support
in the future.
Just as Leon began to feel nervous, Miranda’s gentle yet reassuring voice echoed in his mind.
“Master, I almost forgot to mention.
Demon Emperor Amon Crimson did leave
an inheritance for the Fated One,” she replied softly, though a hint of embarrassment crept into her tone. Leon felt a wave of relief and happiness
wash over him at this news, nodding
slightly with excitement evident on his
face.
“It’s okay, Miranda; I don’t blame you,” he
said with a light chuckle. “In that case, could tell me what inheritance Demon Emperor Amon Crimson left behind?”
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“Of course, Master. Please open your
palms,” Miranda instructed in his mind.
Leon complied immediately, opening both palms in anticipation.
*Whoosh!*
Suddenly, a speck of black light appeared
above his palms, expanding to envelop them completely.
Gradually, the black light faded, revealing a book in his hands, adorned with an illustration of two moons-one bright and
the other dark.
Upon seeing the book, Leon’s surprise was evident as he examined it closely.
“What is this book, Miranda?” he asked, curiosity sparking in his voice. The black book that appeared in his hand
was large, thick, and slightly heavy. Its
cover showcased an illustration of two moons, strikingly reminiscent of the moons associated with Sylvia and Miranda. Additionally, intricate purple-black patterns of curved lines adorned the edges of the book, reminiscent of the designs on the blades of the Great Sword of Chaos and the Holy Sword of Zenith.
At first glance, the book might seem
ordinary, but anyone with keen senses
would quickly notice the cold, terrifying aura it radiated.
In response to his question, Miranda’s
voice echoed in his mind.
“Master, the book in your hand is called the Codex of Noctis, the inheritance that Demon Emperor Amon Crimson left for you. Before his death, he recorded all his abilities in this codex, including techniques for controlling the Power of Chaos, sword techniques, and various insights from his life experiences,” Miranda explained, her voice clear and concise.
Leon was taken aback by this revelation
and gazed intently at the black book in his
palm.
“If what Miranda says is true, my struggles with mastering the Power of Chaos could
finally be resolved,” he murmured, a surge of excitement bubbling within him. Before, he had grappled with the absence of guidance or reference materials to help him refine his control over the Chaos Power.
Now, however, a wave of relief washed
over him as he cradled the Codex of Noctis
in his hands.
As Leon basked in his happiness, he
inadvertently glanced at the back cover of the Codex, his eyes widening in shock.
“What? A star mark?”.
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