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Chapter 118: Judgment

That scarlet gaze seemed to pierce through everything.

Laya gave her all for Liliya, accepting the initial embrace, transforming into a Blood Clan, and walking with her through that thorny path. This story, though sincere and valuable, was not the ending Roy wished for.

After giving everything for Liliya, what could he possibly have left?

From the empty coffin and the remnants of memories one only sees in sorrow, it was clear that even after becoming a Blood Clan, Laya ultimately couldn’t accompany Liliya to the end.

Thus, Roy slowly revealed his answer.

Facing the rising murderous intent in Liliya’s eyes, Roy closed his own: “I have no intention of joining her on this path.”

The thorny road was not what he sought, nor was it what Nia wished for.

What he wanted, what would make Nia happy, was certainly not the endless feud between the elf clan and All Things Wither—

When he reopened his eyes, Roy wore a gentle smile: “I will end our destiny with All Things Wither once and for all, and then take her on a real adventure.”

Liliya was momentarily stunned.

Then, she raised the corners of her lips, blossoming into a brilliant and joyful, yet slightly relieved smile.

“I, First Ancestor Liliya, hereby acknowledge you as the descendant of the former king and will follow the blood covenant to grant you true protection!”

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In the air, the stagnant miasma began to flow again, and sharp branch spears once more fell.

Roy finally grabbed the girl’s hand, yanking her into his embrace, holding her tightly.

Nia’s eyes widened in disbelief as she anxiously exclaimed, “Why—”

“Don’t worry, it will be over soon.”

The offspring of the evil god lay below, eagerly waiting, and the miasma surrounding them could kill them a hundred times over.

But being in the boy’s embrace, just hearing him so nonchalantly say that made Nia inexplicably want to lean on him, and she couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him.

In an instant, scarlet light gathered in the hands of the black-haired boy.

Accompanied by a distant yet playful chuckle, the blade light flashed.

[Consumed 1 Reverse Fate Point, projecting the Blade of the Former King!]

The thick, almost solid miasma paused, then was blown away by a scarlet whirlwind. The sharp and terrifying branch spears were also completely shattered by the dreadful blade light.

The wind pressure mixed with the smell of blood turned into a whirlwind, soaring up like a scarlet staircase, landing steadily at Roy’s feet as if welcoming a king’s return.

The black-haired boy cradled the elven girl in one arm and wielded a massive scarlet scythe in the other, standing at the center of the scarlet tempest. His once pitch-black left eye now shimmered with a hue like scarlet moonlight, gazing afar at the offspring of the evil god.

The Withering Child had no sight but could still feel the bloodthirsty aura that pierced its very soul from above, letting out a hoarse roar filled with killing intent.

The Fallen Mother Tree was the regression of life, and its offspring symbolized decay and demise, existing eternally from withering.

What it could not tolerate the most was this vast vitality that pierced every cell of its body.

“Die Die Die!”

The murky miasma surged again, transforming into a thick yellow-green liquid. Following this, countless branches and vines intertwined with the foul sludge, becoming a massive object.

The Withering Child bathed in this muddy mass, merging with it.

Thus, this fallen monster surged forth like a tide of decay, with a might that could block out the sun.

A rumble echoed, the earth trembled, and the splattered liquid consumed vast stretches of forest, toppling them like blocks, causing even the ground itself to cave in.

Even the rescue team that had already escaped the forest was now horrified and trembling before this disaster-like scene.

Before the wave of calamity, how insignificant was the power of mortals?

But just then, a scarlet thunderbolt appeared amidst the chaos, stirring them with awe once again.

“What is that?!”

“Could the evil god have other tricks?!”

“No, that is…”

The descendants of the elves looked on with uncertainty, unable to comprehend why they felt such turmoil of emotions at that blood-red radiance.

In the center of the Misty Forest, a dazzling scarlet lightning suddenly flashed.

Accompanied by the sharp ringing of blades and blinding blade light, the sea of rotten sludge was split in two from the middle!

Even as everything around them had turned to decayed remnants, only Roy stood firm in midair, protecting the elven girl in his arms, completely unshakeable.

The power of true source blood was nearly on par with the power of life source of the west wind, a half-god’s strength that Roy had received from the last true ancestor.

The elven twin royal family held the power that controlled the essence of life. Among them, the Forest Elf ruled over the winds, safeguarding their clan’s prosperity. The Blood Elf, on the other hand, executed punishment against all those who betrayed life.

And what Roy held was the projection of the ruthless weapon, forged with true source blood, that had brought annihilation to countless All Things Wither‘s fallen ones—the Blood Blade: Scarlet Sin.

The black-haired boy swung the giant scythe, his eyes blazing scarlet.

Countless miasmas retreated like a tide, and the monstrous mass resembling a tsunami shrank and wilted. But this was not surrender; it was a portent of the Withering Child gathering all its strength.

Suddenly it stretched its vines tightly, arching its back, and then a sinister flower bloomed from its abdomen. The miasma, countless decayed wood, and all the life force absorbed from the whole forest concentrated within it and erupted violently.

A yellow-green beam shot forth like a spear that pierced the heavens.

In response, the black-haired boy fiercely swung the massive scythe, becoming the most cruel and relentless executioner that this fearsome weapon had ever known.

[Judgment].

A move as small as a moth flitting into flame seemed like a stone sinking into the sea without creating a ripple, plunging into silence.

Until specks of blood red began to float from the yellow-green mass, and the swirling blood dance surged again like a whirlwind.

The dazzling and enchanting blade light flashed like a shooting star, flowing upstream and slicing through the yellow-green mass.

The world returned to silence, with only the sound of the wind gradually echoing.

Unbeknownst to when, the boy had appeared behind the Withering Child, finally bringing down the scarlet giant scythe.

The Withering Child, which had devoured countless life forces, split in half with a sound, dispersing like sand swept away by a gentle breeze.

The murky miasma vanished without a trace, and the clear blue sky once again enveloped the earth. The twisted vines and branches began to dry up at a visible pace.

The offspring of the evil god continued to struggle, gestating a new form within its constantly perishing body, but like a drowning child, every time it formed, it quickly dissolved back into dust, its struggles ultimately futile.

The essence of true source blood is to convert vitality into the power of killing, even more aggressive than the life source of the west wind. How could a mere evil god’s offspring withstand it?

Not knowing how long it had struggled, the Withering Child finally transformed into a puddle of mud, subtly outlining a face filled with resentment.

The loss of its offspring stirred hate and fury, causing the Fallen Mother Tree‘s visage to slightly contort.

“Pseudo King blood…”

“I had no intention of being your enemy, but you dared to kill my child!”

“Someday, you will have to pay for obstructing my path—”

Roy stepped forward and coldly smiled, planting his foot firmly on the writhing face.

“Quit the chatter, you don’t need to come find me.”

“One day, I will personally settle this grudge. Until then, just make sure your neck is clean and ready, evil god.”

The giant scythe descended, and the contorted face fell silent for good.

[Congratulations on completing the Reverse Fate Node!]

[Nightingale Reverse Fate Progress]: 60%

 

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