# Chapter 2: No, I'm Not Good
The battlefield shrouded in torrential rain and gloom lit up with two cold stars.
A silver greatsword and a black battle axe—they were held in the hands of a warrior, the edges of their blades gleaming with a dark red cold light unique to deadly weapons. An indescribable force pulsed upon them, linking the two together.
When Joshua once again touched his weapons, a long-lost sense of familiarity surged through his heart. The heavy sword and axe might be difficult for ordinary people to wield, but for him, they were perfectly suited. Two completely different yet equally first-rate powers surged from the warrior's arms and merged into one with him.
[Akrol's Steel-Slaying Greatsword · Firefly]
[Immortal Sacred Relic]
[Indestructible (Hardness)/143 (Sharpness)]
[Abilities]
[Chaos Purge: Born from chaos, purges chaos. When the wielder faces chaos monsters, gains temporary blessing 'Inviolable', this sword's sharpness increases by 60.]
[Exterminator Lord: Legend says this sword was held by a terrifying lord who killed his uncle, drove out his brother, and carried out an extermination massacre of various creatures within his territory—even dragons could not escape his deadly hand. The wielder gains the 'Silent Exterminator' blessing. Wounds inflicted by this sword cannot be healed by means below the 'Sacred Rite' level for ten days and ten nights.]
[Relic Legend: Firefly's Light]
[The swordsmith Akrol took Chaos Crystal to shape the blade body, and forged it with Order Force. The light of its edge is dim like a firefly, yet it still insists on emitting its own radiance. Wielder of this sword, do not abandon hope—the light of a firefly can also illuminate the night sky.]
[Akrol's Dragon-Slaying Great Axe · Cold Light]
[Immortal Sacred Relic]
[Indestructible (Hardness)/155 (Sharpness)]
[Abilities]
[Chaos Purge: Born from chaos, purges chaos. When the wielder faces chaos monsters, gains temporary blessing 'Mountain-Splitting Strike', ignores 60 points of enemy armor.]
[Chaos Battle: Legend says this axe was held by a bloodthirsty warrior who fought monsters day and night, not for fame or fortune, but only to satisfy his chaotic desires. Even in dangerous places like foreign realms and abysses, he remained fearless. The wielder gains the 'Silent Arrogant' blessing. Wounds inflicted by this axe will continuously bleed and cannot be healed without divine arts suppression at the 'Sacred Rite' level, requiring ten days and ten nights to recover.]
[Relic Legend: Cold Light]
[The axe-smith Akrol took Chaos Crystal to forge the axe body, and polished the blade with Order Force. The axe body is pitch black like dark ink, but the blade edge still emits a piercing cold light. Wielder of this axe, do not forget your resolve—the awe-inspiring blade is precisely for cleaving through darkness.]
Joshua's peripheral vision swept over the system, seeing the lines of descriptions above. He couldn't help but freeze for a moment, then communicated with his two weapons in his heart: "...Firefly, Cold Light, what exactly did Pope Eagle do to you? How did he strengthen you?" It had only been a dozen or so days since they last met—how had even the weapon templates changed? This kind of description was the treatment reserved for famous weapons with historical renown!
The young boy and girl's somewhat puzzled voices echoed in the warrior's mind: "He didn't do much... That white-bearded old man placed us in a place full of white light, quite warm. We stayed there for ten whole days, and when we came out, we felt much stronger."
Cold Light added another sentence. The boy's voice was a bit hesitant, but finally made up his mind and spoke: "Master, I really have become stronger than before... This time, I absolutely won't fail to withstand your power!"
It seemed the black-haired youth still harbored resentment about his previous fainting incident. For a weapon, this matter was too shameful, to the point where he had been a bit nervous and stuttering when speaking earlier, completely different from his previous calm butler-like persona.
"Then I look forward to your performance." Joshua nodded slightly. He truly looked forward to the performance of these two strengthened divine mechanisms. After all, even the average armor hardness of floating warships was only around seventy. A sharpness value over one hundred was almost equivalent to being indestructible. Moreover, when Firefly and Cold Light faced chaos monsters, they could respectively increase sharpness and ignore armor values—this was like adding wings to a tiger. Even ordinary legendary weapons couldn't achieve this.
—It seemed that Eagle must have placed them in the 'Holy Hall' of the Central Grand Temple.
The warrior guessed in his heart, confident in his speculation.
The Holy Hall was where the Church of the Seven Gods placed various relics and sacred artifacts of powerful clergy. There, the purest and most condensed Holy Light Order Force of the entire Mycroft Continent existed. In such a place, even ordinary bricks and tiles would be strengthened by Holy Light, transforming into transcendent-grade fantasy materials, let alone divine mechanisms that were already transcendent-grade and hostile to chaos.
Placing Firefly and Cold Light there would indeed grant them extremely terrifying strengthening. This kind of strengthening fundamentally improved their quality, with no side effects and no need for reforging.
This was how most of the church's famous sacred artifacts came to be.
As for the change in weapon templates, the warrior had also forgotten one point—although his two divine mechanisms didn't have a long historical sedimentation, his reputation had long spread throughout the empire, and even to the Far South across the continent. Joshua and the weapons in his hands had already been written into historical documents related to him and circulated among high-level officials of various nations.
But now, although Joshua was somewhat concerned about some of the ability descriptions of Firefly and Cold Light, he was too lazy to pay attention to so many things. What he wanted to do now was to swing his two strengthened weapons a few more times and have a good fight.
Even if it meant slaughtering these weak-to-the-point-of-uselessness wyverns, he didn't care!
But reality was completely different from the slaughter scene the warrior had imagined.
From the moment Joshua held his sword and axe, an intensely powerful pressure radiated from him as the center, spreading rapidly in all directions.
An invisible aura rose behind him, transforming into silent raging waves. Pitch-black shadows formed a towering, terrifying black mountain in the eyes of all the wyverns and dragons around, blocking their path.
Heavy fear spread from the ground, causing countless wyverns circling in the sky to emit mournful cries.
And in the next instant, just as Joshua leaped into flight, preparing to chase after the wyverns in the sky, all the dragons and wyverns located in the western area of Eda Gray Island collectively turned their heads and fled in panic into the clouds. The scene was like the end of days, as if every existence present would die without burial in the next moment. From time to time, some weak wyverns trembled so violently that they couldn't maintain balance in the sky and fell straight down.
Instantly, the midair was filled with the fearful cries of wyverns. Thousands of mad dragons scattered in all directions, their formation completely collapsing.
Joshua: "...Ah???"
Ordinary wyverns' escape speed naturally couldn't match the warrior's flight speed, but how could these weak and feeble creatures satisfy him? Casually cutting down a few wyverns caught in panic and despair with his greatsword and battle axe, Joshua hovered in the sky, unsure whether he should chase after the mad dragons that had already flown into the clouds.
This... was not the scene he wanted! He had come to test his weapons!
Above the clouds, an ultimate-rank blue dragon responsible for commanding this attack was circling in the western sky. It flapped its stiff wings, and waves of cold rose from the dragon's tail tip, then spread throughout its body.
It clearly saw the chaos caused by its subordinates—countless maddened wyverns, supposedly without fear, were recklessly colliding with each other under the pursuit of a single black-haired human warrior, like cowardly goblins. Many wyverns weren't even killed by that warrior but fell to the ground after colliding with other wyverns. They fled in panic, crashing into each other, thinking only of escaping that terrifying shadow as quickly as possible.
Never had such a ridiculous, absurd scene occurred with dragons, not even with wyverns. These winged, sharp-toothed beasts capable of spewing fire and acid, known for pack hunting, were completely terrified, preferring to flee rather than stay and fight that human.
But the blue dragon wasn't angry about this—in fact, its own instincts were frantically warning it, telling it to leave this dangerous area as quickly as possible. This premonition was so real that after this instinct appeared, the blue dragon decisively turned around and rapidly retreated into the distance, without a moment's hesitation or thought.
"Fear... no, Despair Aura!"
Beside the temple, the strong priest standing near Sa Ya stood frozen stiff on the spot. He looked up at the sky, at the area where Joshua was hovering. Gevara swallowed his saliva, and with a slightly trembling tone, cautiously asked the high sister beside him: "Respected High Sister, may I ask, this companion of yours..."
Here, the priest got stuck. He didn't know what title to use: abyssal creature, or perhaps the incarnation of some greater demon? These descriptions all seemed somewhat off. Even he could tell that it should just be an ordinary human male.
But what kind of human would have a Despair Aura!
Generally speaking, demons in the abyss possessed powers similar to Fear Aura, which could easily plunge ordinary people into panic, making them unable to resist. Then, demons would break through their mental defenses, intimidating and seducing them into corruption.
This kind of Fear Aura was ineffective against berserk creatures like mad dragons, because beasts with only instinct left wouldn't feel fear—but Despair Aura was another matter entirely.
Only truly powerful greater demons and their incarnations possessed an aura that could make any creature feel despair. This despair transcended intelligence and could directly affect instinct. This kind of pressure, similar to a natural enemy of life, couldn't be resisted by willpower alone. Only those with firm beliefs and strong spirits could possibly ignore the aura's effects.
Of course, acquaintances who were used to it didn't care. Whether it was Sa Ya, Robzek, or Loranda, who had lived with the warrior for over half a year, they had long forgotten that Joshua still had this thing on him. After all, the unknown was the source of fear.
As for the priests and ritual maintainers from the other twelve temples, they were just now walking out of the temple gates. They looked up and could only see the warrior hovering in midair and the wyverns fleeing in panic in the distance. Beneath the black-haired man were scattered corpses of mad dragons. Since these priests could only see the warrior's back, they weren't affected by the Despair Aura, only subconsciously feeling that this warrior was exceptionally powerful.
"Clap... clap, clap, clap."
No one knew who started it, but someone actually began to applaud, with cheers mixed in. The priests, who had originally thought they would have to endure a bitter battle to break through the wyvern blockade and return to the central temple area, didn't spare their praise for the warrior in the sky.
And Joshua was expressionlessly looking up at the sky.
The divine mechanism siblings held in his hands, who had also been looking forward to a big fight, were equally silent for a moment.
After a while, the silver-haired girl's cautious voice sounded in the warrior's mind.
"Master... um, are you okay?"
No.
Not at all.