Chapter 105: The West Wind of Destiny

Trust is crucial for the influence of Bloodline Resonance.

Roy needed a definitive answer.

And under the boy’s inquiry, Nia momentarily fell into thought.

Roy had many secrets; whether it was the Sword Demon, the flames just now, or his unusual knowledge about the Cult, any of these points seemed highly suspicious.

But at this moment, what appeared in Nia’s mind were not those thoughts, but the boy’s smiling face during their afternoon date, the worry he showed when she was in danger, his steadfastness while cloaked in black, and the warmth of his embrace on a cold rainy night.

“Do I even need to ask? My partner.”

The girl smiled sweetly and firmly grasped the boy’s hand.

Her fair and delicate fingers trembled slightly. Unsurprisingly, facing such a formidable enemy, even someone as carefree as her couldn’t help but feel fear.

But despite that, she chose to trust in herself. How could she let this resolve go to waste?

Roy no longer hesitated, tightly holding that soft hand and channeling the power of his bloodline.

His breathing, heartbeat, and even the rhythm of his blood became slowly synchronized with Nia’s.

Faced with the towering tree giant that seemed unstoppable, Douglas could only think of ordering a retreat.

But Sharlane was already prepared, using the tree branches to seal off their escape route.

Not a hint of rebellion surged, and with no chance to flee, the members of the Goldsand faction had no choice but to await the giant’s judgment helplessly.

In Sharlane’s view, mortals should be like this, giving up their impudent resistance and waiting for the Mother Goddess’s mercy to free them from their fleshly shells.

Yet among the despondent figures, the boy and girl who stood their ground were an eyesore.

The Forest Elf still had to serve as a sacrifice for the Mother Goddess, so she couldn’t be easily crushed, but that black-haired mortal was different; Sharlane was determined to let her feel the Mother Goddess’s great power!

The hideous treant stretched out a finger, arrogant as if about to crush an ant.

Until a gentle breeze stirred.

Around the boy and girl, weak winds began to swirl, mixing with glowing green specks that danced like fireflies on a midsummer night—ethereal and beautiful.

At first, Sharlane didn’t pay attention, but as her heart suddenly tightened and her strength surged restlessly, she finally realized something was wrong.

Was she… afraid?

No, just two Sequence 8s; even if one had supposedly stolen dragon powers, the other was a Forest Elf who hadn’t awakened yet.

They were hardly a threat!

Sharlane convinced herself, her eyes widening as she controlled the treant to strike down with a mighty palm!

But at that moment, a storm erupted.

Raging winds surged up, forming invisible currents that transformed into countless sharp blades of wind, and those blades shaped into thick barriers.

A tremendous impact fell, yet it was brutally blocked by the wind barriers.

Not only that, the giant tree’s palm seemed to be burned, igniting in green flames as the indestructible hand formed by branches was internally set ablaze and shattered.

Sharlane, far in the depths of the forest, let out a heart-wrenching scream as she looked in disbelief at her right hand, now ablaze with green flames.

The pain gnawed at her bones, far exceeding the agony she felt from being burned by dragon fire earlier.

And Sharlane finally realized that the fear wasn’t hers but belonged to the Mother Goddess!

That was the power of the Forest Elf, the vile and filthy West Wind! Only the West Wind could harm the divine might of the Mother Goddess!

Amidst the storm, Nia was unfazed; she looked around at the fireflies and couldn’t help but widen her eyes in surprise, “W-Wait, did you do all this?”

The girl reached out her delicate hand, and in a playful manner, the green specks danced on her fingertip. Nia pondered, “N-No, this is…”

“Exactly, this is your power,” Roy replied with a slight smile.

The West Wind of Destiny, a force on par with the Original Flame, was the true power of the Forest Elf.

The power of All Things Wither came from the decay of vitality, while the West Wind of Destiny, encapsulating pure life force, was the greatest nemesis of these fallen beings.

Even though Nia’s sequence was insufficient and she hadn’t yet mastered the West Wind of Destiny, Bloodline Resonance could activate her potential, allowing her to tap into that power ahead of time.

Neither had awakened the False King, but together with Charlotte, they could crush Sequence 7; now, with Nia, they had every chance to confront the watered-down Sequence 6 directly!

And realizing the strength of that power, Nia no longer trembled, her eyes burning with battle intent.

Roy raised an eyebrow, “Ready?”

Nia smirked, “I can’t wait anymore.”

“We can’t wait, let’s give this bastard a show!”

Nia yelled, and the sky immediately surged with turbulent winds, flashing with emerald lightning.

That wasn’t lightning; it was the furious pure life energy.

The West Wind of Destiny could heal life like a gentle breeze or destroy it like a hurricane, but for All Things Wither, it only brought the purest obliteration.

The giant roared and slammed both fists down, colossal and fierce like a rampaging dragon, nearly uprooting the ground. But the massive figure was tightly ensnared by the hurricane, unable to break free from this wind prison.

And high above, the long-prepared storm was finally set to unleash.

With a boom deeper and more furious than thunder, more shocking to the soul.

The overwhelming wind pressure, carrying lightning and clouds, descended from the sky as if the heavens were crashing down.

The glowing green wind pressure acted like a judgment hammer, completely engulfing the giant’s form with its unstoppable might.

The earth mourned, trees prostrated, dust stormed, and darkness fell.

The members of the Goldsand faction had to cling to trees or boulders to avoid being swept away.

In this greater tumult than a typhoon, only Roy and Nia stood unyielding, completely unaffected.

Uncertain how much time had passed, the wind finally settled. Sunlight poured down once more, the surrounding fog vanished, and even the lush trees and twisted branches disappeared, leaving only upheaved earth revealing damp soil.

The once-formidable giant had long since shattered, leaving not a trace behind.

Meanwhile, at the boundary of the secret realm.

The rescue team, caught in dire straits, noticed dark clouds rolling in the distance, thunder rumbling, followed by a deafening boom.

Just when they thought the Cultists were up to something new and grew tense, they saw the frenzied forest quiet down suddenly; those Cultists, having lost hands and feet, now expressionless like vegetables, revealed expressions of dread and began retreating into the forest depths.

Having just saved their lives, the rescue team exchanged glances, utterly bewildered.

The overwhelming extraordinary fluctuations were at least at Sequence 6; moreover, there was a sense of pressure akin to that of the Cultists, yet at a seemingly higher level.

Sada gazed into the distance, furrowing her brow, feeling unsettled by that shocking power.

“What in the world is happening…”

   

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