Game World: I Can Share Talents-Chapter 56: This Is the Beauty of Stats

The moment the Scroll was torn, it blossomed with radiant golden threads, which wove into a complex, illusory image within seconds.

As a crucial piece of strategic ordnance, one of the greatest advantages of the Alchemy Bomb was its exceptional reliability and control. Each bomb could be linked to a control Scroll. Only after being unsealed and its Technique activated via the Scroll would an Alchemy Bomb enter its active state. Otherwise, they were extremely difficult to detonate.

Each of the countless "threads" spilling from the Scroll Westheid held represented the switch for a group of Alchemy Bombs.

He snapped them all.

"Alchemy Bombs, activate!"

Following Westheid’s sonorous cry, all the golden threads snapped in unison.

Time seemed to freeze for an instant. The next moment, an earth-shattering boom echoed from the distance.

BOOM—

A sky-piercing wave of golden flame erupted from the horizon. Like a great wave rolling across the ocean, it surged higher and higher into the air, spewing countless fragments of debris.

Solren gazed into the distance.

’If I recall correctly, that’s where the Dragon Race just built a stronghold.’

RUMBLE—

After a brief delay, wave after wave of heat swept over, carried by a furious wind. Embers from the blast rained down upon the Dragon Group, some even striking the wings of the Giant Dragon Execution Officers.

The explosion was so violent, its light and heat so intense, that it made the surrounding area seem to dim in comparison.

Tudor turned his head numbly, a stupefied expression on his draconic face.

"What... What did you do?"

Both the Giant Dragons and the Resistance Army fell silent at this sudden turn of events, their minds going completely blank.

"I just detonated the Alchemy Bombs stored in various locations," Westheid explained into the silence.

"There were over a hundred thousand of them in total, I’d say. Five Dragon Towers, twelve Hatching Pools, twenty-one War Workshops, thirty-eight Magic Nodes, and over a hundred strongholds of various sizes... all turned to ash in that explosion. Goes to show, a Defense Barrier only protects against threats from the outside, not from within."

"W-why... How could you... You damned insect! To betray the Dragon Race?! Human slaves can’t be trusted! You... You deserve to die!"

Tudor trembled with rage, letting out a furious roar. He spread his wings, about to dive and incinerate Westheid with his scorching dragon breath.

But just as he finished gathering his breath, a sharp crack of thunder echoed.

SCHLICK—

A spear of azure Dragon Thunder materialized and pierced Tudor’s completely unguarded back.

The ultimate power of destruction was unleashed in an instant, savagely tearing apart the Giant Dragon’s steel-like body. Once it broke through his nigh-impenetrable Dragon Scales, the Giant Dragon’s innards were fragile by comparison.

The Dragon Thunder erupted, tearing flesh, shattering bone, and greedily devouring all of the immense energy within.

"Arghaaaaa—"

Mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut, Tudor twisted and wailed in agony as he plummeted, looking back in terror.

"Your Highness?! Why? WHY?!!"

Standing atop the Dragon Beast, Reiya raised a hand, recalling the Dragon Thunder Spear. One of her magnificent, cold eyes gazed down at the falling Giant Dragon as she stated flatly,

"It’s simple. We were enemies from the very beginning."

The silver-haired Dragon Girl tugged the reins, directing her Dragon Beast into a dive. She broke away from the center of the Dragon Group, and Yolanda followed suit right behind her.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

The surrounding Giant Dragon Execution Officers were all dumbstruck. Even with the wisdom of True Dragons, they couldn’t process the sudden turn of events, much less react to it.

"Lord Solren, Scorching Wings isn’t here. What are you waiting for?"

Westheid immediately turned to the Sword Saint beside him. "Nearly a third of the Giant Dragon Execution Officers on the Kepal Plain are here. If we don’t deal with them now, are we just going to let them organize a legion and retaliate?"

Although Solren was stunned himself, as an observer, the shock wasn’t as overwhelming for him. Hearing Westheid’s words, he immediately realized the man was right.

’There’s no time for hesitation. This is the perfect opportunity!’

Solren chose to trust Westheid. He bent his knees slightly, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword.

"Haaa..."

He let out a slow breath, and the Sword Saint’s eyes snapped open.

"Though the enemy is numerous, I will cut them all down in a single blow."

WHOOSH—

Solren’s figure vanished. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

As the person closest to the Sword Saint, Westheid had no idea how the man moved, even though he had been staring intently at Solren, hoping to witness the spectacle of a Legendary Powerhouse in action.

The only thing he perceived was a stutter, as if a single frame had been cut from the flow of time.

After that single stuttered frame, a sky full of blade light enveloped the Dragon Group above.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!—

Like an endless, torrential downpour, hundreds of Dragon Beasts were slain in an instant by the piercing blade light.

Their steel-like Scale Armor was like butter under a hot knife, offering not even a moment’s resistance. Beheaded, pierced, and sliced apart... they all erupted in blossoms of blood as they fell from the sky.

Although the Giant Dragon Execution Officers didn’t die as cleanly as the Dragon Beasts, they were by no means unscathed. The instant they were attacked, the Giant Dragons unleashed their Magic and activated the Techniques inscribed on their Dragon Scales.

[Deflection Force Field] [Solid as a Rock] [Protective Shield]...

Layer after layer of magical light coiled around the dragons’ bodies, resisting the storm of blade light that assailed them from all sides.

But even armed to the teeth, the Giant Dragon Execution Officers still cried out in misery under the unending barrage of slashes.

Their shields and Armor were torn away layer by layer as the ceaseless blade light pierced their bodies. Several Giant Dragons who failed to mount a full defense in time were singled out, literally pierced by a thousand blades, and died on the spot.

The Giant Dragons who weren’t killed outright were grievously wounded. They beat their wings in a burst of speed, desperately trying to escape the maelstrom of blades.

But even as they fled in disarray, they were grievously wounded and gushing blood. Unable to use Magic to teleport, they were forced to make emergency landings in the clearings below.

Yet even on the ground, the sound of sword-light plowing furrows in the earth echoed, relentlessly pursuing the Giant Dragons.

Blade light shrouded the sky and sword shadows swept across the land. The offensive Solren had unleashed was as swift and deadly as a hurricane forming in an instant.

[Blade Light and Sword Shadow]

Westheid recognized the art Solren was unleashing with his full power. It wasn’t some rare skill, but a Combat Technique that anyone could master with enough diligent training.

The principle behind it was simple: rapid movement and rapid strikes.

Even Solren’s title, [Sword Saint], wasn’t from some special legacy. On the contrary, [Sword Saint] was a very common Legend-tier class, possessing neither ridiculously overpowered Talents nor earth-shattering Specialties.

It was the epitome of a Blank Legend.

If this were still the game, Poem of Destiny, a Legend like Solren wouldn’t even qualify for the power-ranking charts. He’d just be a baseline used to measure the combat power of others.

And yet, such an ordinary Combat Technique, wielded by such a Blank Legend, could unleash power on the level of a natural disaster.

Westheid couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized. He murmured,

"It’s truly... beautiful."

’Pure Tier suppression... The simple beauty of raw stats.’

’If I ascend to Legend with my numerous Tier T0 Talents... just how strong will I be? How overwhelmingly powerful?’