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Chapter 101: You’re the Most Embarrassing One

Saar wanted to curse someone right now.

Which idiot said that the False King’s blood only had the protection of three and a half demigods? It’s clearly four! Can’t these idiots even count?!

Could it be that Barnes and the others didn’t pressure Roy into revealing his true trump card… wait!

A terrifying thought flashed through Saar’s mind.

No wonder this kid was so arrogant. Could it be he already saw through his own abilities, feigning bravado to lure the enemy in?

And here I am, falling for his trick, thinking he was totally unprepared, just charging into the demigod’s tomb, like a mouse jumping straight into a tiger’s den!

The False King’s blood is so treacherous?!

Saar dared not think any further.

The demigod seemed to be still asleep; if he could just not disturb it, he could exit the tomb…

Just as he turned, he suddenly heard a faint cracking sound behind him.

Alarmed, Saar transformed into a cloud of black mist and shot out.

But just as he was about to escape the tomb, he slammed into a golden flame barrier.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

His spirit was injured, feeling as if it were bathed in lava—almost extinguishing his consciousness right there.

And deep within the tomb, the eggshell completely shattered.

“Tsk, every time I have to wake up, you humans are really rude… huh?”

With red phoenix eyes slightly raised, a little girl draped in golden-red feathers leaned back against the remaining eggshell, her lips curling with interest.

“Let me take that back.”

“This round of the False King’s blood is surprisingly understanding, sending me a snack.”

“The taste of a lich’s mixed blood… not great, but in this era, it’s the thought that counts.”

“Feel honored, mortal. In the past, I wouldn’t bother eating such terrible stuff!”

The little girl nibbled on her fingertip, cheeks flushed like a little girl seeing candy, utterly enchanted.

However, behind her loomed a massive golden firebird, opening its big, gaping mouth, ready to pounce on Saar!

“No!”

“You can’t kill me! I’m just… ugh!”

Before Saar could finish, the blazing firebird engulfed him completely.

As the flames subsided and the shadows vanished, the former king’s tomb returned to silence.

The crimson little girl first let out a satisfied burp, then stuck out her tongue.

“So disgusting.”

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Roy snapped back to reality, retreating several steps to widen the distance from his enemy.

Damn, he was careless!

That must have been some sort of soul attack, and he was completely unprepared!

Even with intel from the original work and Rolyn’s notes, he certainly wasn’t omniscient; he’d better be extra cautious next time!

After a moment of internal reflection, Roy kept a wary eye on his opponent. However, to his surprise, the other party was just standing there like a scarecrow, eyes rolled back, drooling, and not moving at all.

Not wanting to act rashly again, Roy waited, but the opponent remained motionless, akin to a lagging video game player.

From the direction of the moon, he could tell that quite a bit of time had passed since Xue Nuo left.

He couldn’t waste any more time with this guy.

Roy threw a flying knife to test the waters.

Unexpectedly, the opponent didn’t dodge and took the knife squarely to the forehead.

This was a water-based flying knife; it could melt skulls with a single strike. Yet the opponent still didn’t react!

“???”

If this was an act, then it was way too dedicated, right?!

Roy, suspicious, stepped forward and delivered several more strikes. It was only then he discovered the opponent was truly lifeless—definitely deceased—and he was filled with confusion.

Wait, weren’t you just saying something like “That’s because you haven’t met me,” with such bravado? And now this?

Dude, is your soul attack not practiced enough?

How come I’m perfectly fine and you’re the one dead?!

Out of all the cultists I’ve encountered, you’re the most embarrassing one!

Roy shook his head and decapitated the opponent with a sword, then swaggered off.

By the time Roy emerged, the lord’s mansion was already empty.

He whistled, summoning the Golden-Winged Griffin, planning to first confirm the battle situation from a height.

“Dude, we were supposed to be vacationing in the Empire, what’s going on?” Cheese looked gloomy. “Can you not bring me next time? It’s exhausting coming out with you!”

“Hey, even if I didn’t come, something bad would happen—don’t blame me like I’m some bad luck charm!” Roy retorted, annoyed.

Chatting didn’t impede his business.

Flying high, he surveyed most of Snowwind Castle.

Looking at the swarm of undead creatures crawling around like ants, Roy’s mood plummeted.

Where on earth did these guys come from?

A single priest’s limit was about a hundred undead. A high priest might be able to summon ten times that.

But the undead creatures before him nearly filled the castle—close to ten thousand. The Necromancer faction couldn’t possibly dispatch that many priests or high priests at once.

Moreover, these weren’t low-level skeletons or zombies but rather organized troops, acting with military discipline, resembling… the Demon Race!

Roy’s first reaction was that something must have gone wrong at the Desperate Defense Line.

But he quickly dismissed that thought.

To put it bluntly, if something went wrong at the Desperate Defense Line, high-tier demons would have attacked ages ago.

Unable to figure it out, he caught a glimpse of a group of Winter Iron Guards surrounded at the street corner.

Leading them was the warrior holding dual axes, “Bear Lady” Britney.

The undead warrior sneered arrogantly, “Humans, why struggle? Your lord has already abandoned you; your resistance is meaningless!”

“Go to hell, you bunch of bone puppets! Spare me your worthless chatter and come at me if you have the guts!”

Britney swung her dual axes, sweeping through the crowd of undead like a hurricane. The Winter Iron Guards braced with their brown bears behind her, trampling down any approaching enemies.

The enemy’s attempt to surrender had no effect on their morale, for each of them had willingly accepted the rear guard, fully prepared to die.

But even though the Winter Iron Guards fought ten to one, they still found themselves overwhelmed by the dozens of undead.

The courage of mortals was fleeting, while the undead, rotted by demonic energy, knew neither fear nor fatigue, thus gained the upper hand.

Britney was also wounded by a rain of spears and arrows, her strength gradually waning as she got cornered.

In the presence of the tireless undead legion, the battle had devolved into a slow, agonizing execution. Bloodied warriors, surrounded, had completely lost hope.

Bloodied Countess looked back at her equally battered soldiers, letting out a bitter breath.

“We’re running out of time.”

“We should… hit the road!”

The Winter Iron Guards gritted their teeth, mustering their last strength for one final charge against the undead horde.

“How ridiculous!”

The undead warrior raised his heavy sword, pressing forward with numbers in the dozens.

But at that moment, golden lightning struck down from the heavens, and the pure light of water sliced through the darkness.

Amid the astonished gazes of both sides, the undead warriors were instantly taken down by the Golden-Winged Griffin, their heads severed by the blades of pure water.

“Avenging the warriors!”

Raging undead surged forward towards the black-haired boy.

However, Roy flicked out a water long whip, and with just one lash, it penetrated through hundreds of undead like a hot knife through butter, emitting pure water light and forcefully halting the enemy’s advance.