This ti of resistance made Hesintos' wounds even more severe, with blood gushing from his body like a spring.
He was severely injured, yet had to distract himself to protect Emperor Saint Baldo. Under Rashal's assault, his moves beca slower, and more flaws began to show.
"Still talking tough at death's door, if you abandon that emperor dragging you down, maybe you can tussle with a bit longer."
A vortex of black and red energy surrounded Rashal, each periodic release of Spiritual Magic caused residents within kiloters to feel unable to breathe and emotionally collapsed.
The battle between Hesintos and Rashal nearly affected the entire Bulida City.
The other War Gods initially fighting in the distance were also overturned by this collision, forcing them to retreat further to avoid the fallout of this divine battle.
After all, Rashal was a Ninth-order powerhouse.
Moreover, Hesintos had to distract himself to protect Emperor Saint Baldo behind him, inevitably revealing flaws during the fight.
"It's ti to end."
Rashal seized the opportunity, his dark red aura surged towards Hesintos and Emperor Saint Baldo behind him, intending to utterly overwhelm Hesintos.
While Emperor Saint Baldo, once the lofty ruler of the empire, showed his cowardly nature in the face of life and death.
He hid behind Hesintos, shivering, eyes filled with fear.
As if that was his last resort for survival.
His presence beca a burden to Hesintos, yet he didn't care.
Rashal observed this, sneering continuously.
Those witnessing this scene from afar were all moved by Hesintos.
They cheered for this heroic War God.
At the sa ti, they felt anger and disappointnt towards Emperor Saint Baldo's deanor in the face of life and death.
That once-great emperor was now a coward dragging everyone down!
"Haha."
At this mont, Hesintos turned around, revealed a relieved smile.
It seed like he resolved to protect Emperor Saint Baldo to the end.
Yet, at that mont to Emperor Saint Baldo, he felt a chill because Hesintos' eyes were identical to those of the Ancestor of the Blood Clan when he looked at him before.
Not long after, Hesintos' strength visibly weakened, the light of swords and blood aura intertwined in the air, the ground trembled under their power, the air burned in their clashes.
In the horrified gazes of all.
Hesintos' longsword was shattered by Rashal's dark energy.
He fell heavily to the ground, blood gushed from his mouth, staining his chin red.
His body trembling, his breath beca weak, lifeforce rapidly fading.
Unsurprisingly, Hesintos was defeated.
Rashal also sustained nurous injuries, his body covered in sword wounds, dark energy seeped from the wounds, swirling in the air.
But ultimately, he was the victor, and as a higher being of the Blood Clan, possessed immortality at night.
"See, Emperor Saint Baldo, your most loyal Knight, defeated by yet again. What can stop in your nation now?"
Rashal slowly approached the Emperor Saint Baldo sitting on the ground, smiling.
"No...no...Hesintos, get up!"
Emperor Saint Baldo's eyes widened, wanting to flee, but his legs felt as heavy as lead.
He could only watch as Rashal approached, see death inch closer.
His pleas and begging only brought more mocking laughter from Rashal.
"Emperor, do you rember the Hallbain family? They had a firstborn, twenty years ago was nine, should've been killed alongside the family during that chaos you led back then..."
Rashal whispered only Emperor Saint Baldo could hear.
At this mont, his tone beca identical to Hesintos' usual deanor.
"You...!"
A terrifying guess erged in Emperor Saint Baldo's nearly frozen brain, sending shivers through his entire body.
In the next instant, Rashal's hand pierced through Emperor Saint Baldo's chest.
His fingers like pincers, crushed Emperor Saint Baldo's heart.
Blood gushed forth as Emperor Saint Baldo let out a mournful scream, then slowly fell silent forever.
His eyes still widened, face forever frozen in a terror beyond death.
All people witnessing this scene scread in horror.
Even their strongest First Army God Hesintos was utterly defeated again by the Ancestor of the Blood Clan, the emperor killed in front of them.
Additionally, the Ancestor controlled so many War Gods, the empire no longer had any hope.
Despair swept over the entire nation like a tide.
People knelt, weeping bitterly, fearing their impending tragic fate.
"Hesintos."
"Hesintos, get up!"
They could only shout Hesintos' na together.
Perhaps Hesintos, not fully dead yet, was their only hope.
Hope he could rise again, to fight against this invincible Ancestor of the Blood Clan.
At that mont, Hesintos, on the brink of death, slowly opened his spiritless eyes.
He lay on the ground, fingertips trembling.
As if summoned by a mysterious force.
He suddenly rose clumsily, as if with his last strength to make a desperate struggle, lunging towards the Seross Spirit Sword stuck in the ruins.
His entire life's aning was tied to this sword.
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