Along the way, Nemus also spotted mbers of the Judgnt Squad who were in pursuit.
However, it was quite obvious that they had ultimately tracked the wrong direction.
Westbin was still extrely confident in his ability to escape.
"You lured all the way here. Surely it wasn't just to show how well you can hide?" Nemus asked.
Soon after, Westbin appeared before Nemus. Despite his tall stature, he strangely exuded a scholarly aura, looking more like an academic than a warrior.
"As expected, you are the anomaly." Westbin looked at Nemus, his eyes filled with disappointnt. There was so hatred, but not much.
"I originally thought everything would go smoothly..."
"Unfortunately, things never shift according to my will," Westbin sighed, lanting his fate.
A hardcover book materialized in his hand.
Inside the book were perfectly tailored pages of premium parchnt, covered in nurous Holy Cryptograms.
"Is this your bloodline ability?" Since the battle was not starting imdiately, Nemus naturally did not mind chatting for a mont.
"The inheritance of the Lillian family—the Book of Ages." At this point, Westbin felt he had nothing left to hide.
"The Lillian family's bloodline is inherited from the Fey."
The so-called Fey were also referred to as Fairies in so regions.
These creatures were born at the Iron Rank. They typically resided in forests or lakes, carving out special dinsions to live in seclusion while recording history.
The ancestor of the Lillian family once entered a secret forest realm and encountered a Fey, eventually giving birth to descendants who possessed the Fey bloodline.
These descendants obtained a unique power from their bloodline: the Fate of History.
"The Fate of History allows us to forge the Book of Ages."
"It also grants us the faint ability to perceive the historical trajectory."
"During critical monts, if we can step into that flow and earn the favor of historical destiny, we can obtain a Historical Number and ascend to the Legend Rank!"
Hearing the words 'Legend Rank', Nemus's eyes lit up.
The Legend Rank was on the sa tier as the Golden Rank. However, just as a Heterogeneous Demon could fight ten ordinary demons, a Legend Rank entity could easily take on at least three Golden Rank beings simultaneously.
This was the overwhelming advantage of special classifications.
"The sa applies to . Relying on the Book of Ages, I began stepping into the historical trajectory, seeking to obtain a Historical Number."
"Yet, I discovered a deviation in the historical trajectory. This ant an anomaly had likely appeared in history."
"After escaping, I used the Book of Ages to set a historical trajectory."
"If you couldn't find , it would an I was abandoned by history, perhaps due to an accident. But since you found , it proves that everything I suspected was correct."
Westbin stood with the book in one hand and drew the treasured sword he carried with the other.
He unleashed his full aura. Judging by the intensity, his Attribute Value had already reached around eighty-seven.
The bloodline trait known as the Fate of History inherently required the perfect alignnt of favorable conditions—the right ti, the right place, and the right people—to propel its possessor to their destined position.
Westbin lacked the absolute certainty of success; even the Fey themselves could not guarantee such an outco.
However, he simply could not accept that his plans would completely collapse just because of the appearance of a single anomaly.
'To think there would be such an unexpected harvest!' Nemus originally thought Westbin rely intended to swallow up resources from multiple parties to advance to the Golden Rank. He never expected to uncover information about the Legend Rank here.
"Defeat , and everything you desire will naturally be yours. If you want to step on to climb higher, you must prove your strength!" Westbin strode forward, swinging his longsword. The blade closed the distance in a flash.
Even though it was a straightforward strike, it gave off an overwhelmingly irresistible feeling.
The mont Nemus blocked the attack with his knight's sword, he sensed sothing wrong. He imdiately leaned back and retracted his arm. The shattered blade snapped off and flew right past his retreating arm.
Looking at the half-severed blade left in his hand, Nemus let out a sigh, tossed it aside, and his gaze darkened.
"Is this the power of history?" Nemus's sword was naturally not that easy to break. Without special traits and powers at play, Nemus could have easily countered the attack using pure skill, even with an ordinary knight's sword.
But in that split second, the history of Jacques using Holy Collapse to destroy his weapon earlier had been reenacted.
Nemus realized that even the exact breaking point of the sword was almost identical.
"The power of the Fey allows us to observe history to a certain extent," Westbin declared as he charged at Nemus.
"And then, recreate it!" Westbin's eyes twitched slightly as tiny points of light began to flicker across Nemus's body.
Those were fragnts of Nemus's past history. For instance, he had just observed the history of the broken sword and decisively struck at that exact vulnerability.
Without a corresponding power to resist it, the breaking of the sword beca an absolute certainty.
The flickering stabilized in an instant, and Westbin seized upon one specific point.
"Restricted!" At so point in the past, Nemus had his movents bound by a special thod.
The mont that fragnt of history was read, Westbin violently thrust his sword into the ground.
Historical Vessel—the Forest Treasure Sword.
Throughout history, there were tales of the Fey bestowing treasured swords upon those destined for greatness. The Forest Treasure Sword was intrinsically tied to those very legends.
The instant the sword pierced the earth, a massive cluster of thick vines and trees erupted from the ground.
This area was adjacent to the Dung Path, and with fragnts of whale dung frequently drifting over, the soil was incredibly fertile.
Were it not a steep slope, it would have likely been planted full of crops long ago.
The vines and trees coiled rapidly, creeping toward Nemus with the intent to bind him in place.
"It works not only on the enemy's personal history but also on true history."
Using his Fey bloodline as a dium, Westbin successfully reenacted a fraction of the Forest Treasure Sword's true power.
Seeing the plants successfully ensnare Nemus, Westbin let out a slow breath and launched a piercing thrust.
Possessing an Attribute Value of over eighty, his raw strength and speed vastly eclipsed Nemus's current limits.
Under normal circumstances, a Holy Knight with an Attribute Value in the re thirties could do nothing but wait for death right now...
The edge of the blade drew closer and closer to Nemus.
Just when Westbin thought he had succeeded, he felt his sword strike what seed like an impenetrable iron wall. The sheer force of his own thrust rebounded, leaving his hand completely numb.
Nemus shifted his body, borrowing the montum of Westbin's thrust to slice a gap through the vines binding him.
He then violently tore the remaining plants apart.
Trait: Essence Fusion. It allowed him to draw upon power from other aspects to amplify a specific strength or trait.
Just monts ago, Nemus had sacrificed so temporarily useless traits to comprehensively enhance the Grace of Absolution, maximizing his immunity against external damage.
After all, this trait was condensed from the collective feedback of Opper's caravan. The effects were indeed phenonal.
"Do you have anything else?"
"If not, then prepare to die."
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