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Chapter 71: Who Killed Him

Life was fading, heartbeats slowing, breathing growing difficult, and even consciousness was becoming more and more hazy.

The feeling of slowly sinking into darkness was no stranger to Roy.

But before death, what came first was fear.

The fear of death.

At first, he really didn’t want to think too much.

What was the point of it? Whether it’s the fate of a “villainous playboy” or the blood of the False King, destiny is formless and intangible; before that moment arrives, it’s better to focus on doing everything he can.

Whether he could defy fate or not, when the time came, everything would naturally be revealed.

After all, Roy didn’t have much attachment to the identity of Roy Ainbrad. It wasn’t that he disliked it, nor did he particularly like it— he just went with the flow and accepted this identity.

However, he didn’t know when it started, but he had changed.

Perhaps it was the recognition from Princess, or maybe it was the embrace from the silver-haired girl, or perhaps it was the teasing from the witch senior, or Kal’s somewhat clumsy care, or those servants, nobles, classmates, and elders who no longer felt distant, or maybe it was just…

Opening his eyes to greet the morning light with the golden-haired girl.

All of this made Roy deeply feel that he was indeed Roy Ainbrad.

In this world, he had everything he cherished.

Thus, when faced with the moment of death, he had never shrunk back.

The fear didn’t dissipate; it was just that everything was happening too fast, and he often had to make choices and grab the thread of fate without even lingering on the echoes of fear.

Battling the Crimson Blood Dragon, fighting the Withered Son, clashing with the Demon of Flames— it was all like that.

Even a second immersed in fear would result in irreversible consequences.

So right now, sitting alone in silence, carefully feeling the fear felt like one of those rare experiences, immersing in a personal night view during still, deep nights.

The fiery red Sky Dragon, the offspring of the decayed evil god, the demons under the Demon King’s command.

In the past, he had no choice, no retreat.

But this time, it was different.

Because the silver-haired girl had promised to protect him.

Wanting to believe her promise is why Roy didn’t gamble everything immediately.

Roy certainly wouldn’t give up.

His extraordinary power and blood had already run dry. The near-fatal injuries weighed heavily on him.

To defeat the enemy, only one method was left.

【Blade of the Former King】.

However, his injuries were worse than in the battle with Diabolus.

Under such heavy wounds, using the 【Blade of the Former King】 would most likely defeat the opponent, but he wouldn’t be able to withstand the side effects.

Even if he were miraculously left with a breath, this was the border of the Land of Golden Sands, and without the best medical team to follow up, it was likely to be life or death.

So, whether rationally or emotionally, using 【Calm Like Still Water】 to buy time, waiting for Xue Nuo’s arrival was the best option.

But time was already running out.

Extraordinary power was nearly exhausted, and 【Calm Like Still Water】 was about to break, yet the silver-haired girl was still nowhere to be seen.

He believed Xue Nuo wouldn’t lose.

But would she really come?

Perhaps she was too heavily injured, maybe she misjudged the situation, maybe she didn’t care that much and wasn’t rushing, or perhaps it was just…

Time wasn’t on his side; it was simply too late.

It couldn’t be described as disappointment, just a bit of regret.

For others’ help, Roy was certainly grateful.

But in the end, destiny still had to be in his own hands; the grievances with the cultist were his business.

Xue Nuo’s willingness to accompany him already counted as what a mentor should do.

Regardless of the outcome, he shouldn’t blame her.

Feeling his final strength about to drain, the boy’s dull eyes refocused.

Life was gradually fading, but a killing intent arose.

Using his near-death state to exchange for the sure death of the cultists, wasn’t that a fair trade?

He didn’t know which cultist’s excited voice drifted in, “I think I feel his aura…”

Roy slightly lifted the corner of his mouth, slowly raising his hand towards the distant figure.

【Would you like to use 1 Reversal Point to project the Blade of the Fallen King?】

At this distance, any Blade of the Former King would be enough to bury them all together.

“Wait, something’s not right…” the dying Mina suddenly felt her heart tighten.

The black-haired boy’s eyes flashed with a ruthless determination of burning the boats.

But as Mina spoke up, just as the boy was about to clench his fist, winter had already arrived.

The temperature plummeted, the sky darkened, and the cutting cold wind enveloped the heads of the cultists.

A cold inquiry floated in with the heavy snow.

“Where is he?”

Catching sight of the silver-haired figure riding the ice wolf, accompanied by frost, the four cultists all changed their expressions, as if frozen, halting their movements.

The pressure of Sequence 5 bore down to its limits, clearly not resembling someone who had battled another mid-sequence and suffered losses.

Perhaps out of fear, perhaps cautious, nobody answered her question.

Xue Nuo dismounted from the silver wolf and scanned her surroundings.

She saw the shattered rock walls, the cracked ground, the corpses of the undead everywhere, and the golden-winged griffin bound by vines, but the black-haired boy was nowhere to be found.

Her heart sank to the depths, and in an instant, she even forgot to breathe.

Roy… is dead?

Even with a certain special bloodline, facing three opponents of the same level, one even higher, and dealing with scheming and prepared cultists, it was already a matter of life and death.

Moreover, the other side planned thoroughly for this assassination.

Rationally, this was reality.

As an active extraordinary being, Xue Nuo had long gotten used to life and death, accustomed to freezing her sorrow deep within her heart.

But this time, it shattered something deep inside her, just like the first time witnessing the departure of someone cherished.

Sadness, guilt, and pain poured out in an instant, ultimately transforming into the purest… anger.

Mina screamed, “Now’s the time!”

She noticed Xue Nuo had zoned out.

The strength of 【Burning Heart】 was no less than that of any Sequence 5; it was impossible to remain in perfect condition for a fight. Especially as the other side was indeed heavily injured, three priests working together might still have a chance!

The cultist priests instantly reached a consensus and attacked the false king’s blood guardian.

However, Xue Nuo just smiled.

Ah, they were the ones who killed Roy, who killed her own apprentice.

As a mentor, wasn’t it simple to figure out what she should do?

The already biting cold temperature suddenly plunged again.

The menacing skeletons and corpses approached, the creeping tentacles, and the giant decaying buzzard were instantly devoured by the frost and frozen solid.

The silver-haired girl raised her head, furrowing her brows, and slowly exhaled a deep, chilling breath, gazing coldly: “Who killed him?”