Hard Carried by My Sword

The pillar of light vanished in an instant, just like when it appeared. Before Leon could say anything more to the Goddess, he was already back in the cave.

El-Cid greeted him.

—Oh, not bad. Looks like that wench really went all out.

“What? What’re you talking abou—”

Leon blinked in confusion, then immediately sensed the power overflowing around his body. And it wasn’t just Holy Power.

When he clenched both fists, the strength in his grip had multiplied several times over, and the Aura gushing from his veins blazed with golden light. His Aura circulation was far faster and smoother. He could feel all the impurities in his body had been purged.

The Stigma of the Purifier!

It seemed the stigmata had incinerated every impurity as a result of being engraved. It was no exaggeration to call this a full rebirth.

Compared to before receiving the stigmas, his combat power had likely increased by three or even four times. It was such a dramatic transformation that Leon kept clenching and unclenching his fists to make sure it was real.

If I tried the Grand Chariot in this state… It would unleash a ridiculous amount of power.

He could probably reproduce the destructive force he used during the bloody giant extermination.

—Alright, enjoying yourself is fine, but mind taking a look at me too?

“Huh? Ah!”

Only then did Leon draw his Holy Sword, checking with his own eyes how it had changed now that the seals were all gone.

With the golden eyes that came with the Stigma of the Observer, he...