Blood of Salvation.
In the legends, only a very few saints of the Salvation Church ever had the chance to receive the blessing of the great God—the Lord of Salvation. Their very blood would be mingled with a portion of the Lord of Salvation's blood.
It was the ultimate treasure that countless coveted! In the history recorded over tens of thousands of years, only three saints of the Salvation Church obtained the original Blood of Salvation!
The original Blood of Salvation was an object even more desirable than a strand of Divine Power from the Lord of Salvation!
Their blood would henceforth turn into a dazzling gold that could even illuminate the surroundings within a hundred ters in the dark, and all hosts of the original Blood of Salvation would imdiately possess trendous power.
Even if they were originally ordinary people, they could temporarily wield power close to the level of Heavenly Enlightennt until the Divine Blood was completely exhausted.
And when the saints with the Blood of Salvation left descendants, their bloodline power would be passed down, and among the many offspring, so would be extrely lucky to inherit the "Blood of Salvation".
However, the concentration of that "Blood of Salvation" was very low compared to the original Blood of Salvation; it could not elevate the host's power to an extrely high level imdiately.
Yet, even so, it remained a "Divine Bloodline" that was outstanding in all aspects, standing at the very pinnacle of all bloodline powers!
The forr Cyart King stood in the sky, his hand covering the wound at his waist, his golden blood dripping down, each drop emitting a dazzling golden light.
Those drops of golden blood that flowed onto the ground would imdiately cause the earth to tremble as if the elves beneath were trembling in fear.
Prince Baine's life-risking strike had finally injured the forr Cyart King.
"You are very unfortunate, Baine, the punishnt for breaking The Oath may not necessarily be death, yet luck does not stand on your side... Hehehe."
"To die under the laws ordained by the Gods you believe in, isn't that the most foolish way to die?"
The forr Cyart King slowly shook his head and said, "They are cowards who fled this world and abandoned all of us, so how can we persist in our past beliefs?"
At that mont, his eyes suddenly widened!
"How could this be?"
The entire body of the forr Cyart King shuddered, nearly witnessing the most shocking, most unbelievable, and most unbearable scene of his life!
On the ground, there stood a figure in a black robe, a ducal figure as if stepping out of the legends, shrouded in a robe as deep as the night sky, gently swaying with the wind, as if bearing the weight and mystery of history.
Duke Black Iron's face was firm and majestic, with sharply defined features like an ancient sculpture crafted by the years, his deep eyes sparkling with determination, seemingly able to see through all the deception and truth in the world.
He stood there, commanding an involuntary awe like a towering mountain peak, as if he were the most reliable guardian deity of this land, protecting this ancient and mysterious territory with his power and wisdom.
That was, indeed, the most renowned legendary figure of Cyart, Duke Black Iron!
"Impossible, you are definitely dead! Why! An illusion; it must be an illusion!"
At this mont, the forr Cyart King was utterly frenzied, with every part of his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled with horror, bewildernt, and daze.
"Why are you still here? You are clearly dead; I have confird it over and over again! Impossible!"
The presence of Duke Black Iron filled the forr Cyart King with imnse fear.
There were very few people he feared deep down in his heart, and this resurrected old friend was undoubtedly one of them. For a mont, a torrent of emotions overwheld him, confusion, pain, perplexity, despair, disbelief.
Byrne silently controlled the projection summoned from the past.
"It seems the ntal assault is very effective... Indeed, that person is now very susceptible to psychological impact."
Long before coming to the Royal Capital, he had fully prepared for battle, acquiring a part of the "remains" of Duke Black Iron, actually a blade that the Duke had used in life. Then, Byrne began to set up the ritual for the "Summoning Ancient Projection" while on the ship.
Byrne had long considered what ancient projection to summon in case of danger and, after much deliberation, concluded that perhaps he was the most suitable projection.
At this very mont, he truly summoned the projection of Duke Black Iron!
Byrne took a deep breath, clearly feeling the powerful force possessed by Duke Black Iron, and he also knew he could not maintain it for long.
But actually, there was no need to maintain it for too long.
Silver Poet Aphrodus's silver hair fluttered in the wind as she was about to make a move against everyone, but she was quickly stopped by Aldrich, who had suddenly appeared before her.
Aldrich was calm, having summoned two giant dragons, blocking Silver Poet while making an inquiry.
"Where is your true body, Aphrodus?"
Silver Poet Aphrodus silently dodged the frenzied breaths of the two giant dragons.
She was just a puppet, and her true body was hidden in a place unknown to everyone, usually not far away. Aldrich was thinking of a way to find her real body.
The next mont, Silver Poet Aphrodus suddenly used a power that was very familiar to Byrne.
A white giant's hand appeared in the sky, like a mountain falling from the heavens, grabbing toward Aldrich and his two dragons with great speed and imnse force.
What?
Byrne, who noticed this scene, was extrely astonished!
"Could she be Spirit Essence?"
"The last person to encircle and attempt to kill the Tempest Bishop 'Thunderous Monarch,' it turned out to be her! Court mage, 'Silver Poet' Aphrodus!"
Byrne was greatly shocked and for a mont lost for words.
The Silver Poet Aphrodus of Words of Tranquility, who was also the Spirit Essence of the Alchemy Council, had been lurking as a court mage for decades without exposing herself.
And when the mind of the forr king beca troubled, she decisively let the Words of Tranquility take advantage.
She, or the master of Words of Tranquility behind her, "Wordless Elder," was undoubtedly a very terrifying presence!
After confirming that he could not kill Silver Poet in a short ti, Chris had already shifted his attack target to the forr Cyart King, who was mired in madness and confusion.
The next mont, Byrne's "Instantaneous Transfer" took the projection of Duke Black Iron as well as Chris into the sky, where they unhesitantly went after the crazed and bewildered forr Cyart King.
Angel's Cage!
Chris, expressionless, could clearly feel that the enemy in front of him was very powerful, so he must give it his all without any hesitation.
He imdiately used the powerful force of "Angel's Cage."
Although doing so would exhaust his Spiritual Power, this battle was different from the previous ones, as even if he were to fall, there would still be Byrne and Aldrich to hold the fort, ensuring they wouldn't be left without any strategies.
He felt that releasing "Angel's Cage" imdiately was the best judgnt!
The white polygonal Angel's Cage instantly appeared around the forr Cyart King, its extraordinary effect taking hold, and even a Middle Rank Monarch's power was completely stripped away for a short ti.
Inside the white polygonal cage, the forr king still gazed at the projection of Duke Black Iron, as if subjected to a huge ntal shock, remaining motionless.
The projection of Duke Black Iron also gazed at the old friend he had been through a hundred years with, saying nothing, just erupting with countless obsidian feathers.
They shot out like lethal blades, targeting the body of the forr Cyart King.
The golden Blood of Salvation continued to flow from the forr Cyart King, and in the next mont, he would constantly recover himself, for the strong power of "Blood of Salvation" was comprehensive, and powerful healing was part of it.
Even without any defensive moves, he couldn't be killed in a short ti.
The forr Cyart King tried to raise his hand but found it immovable due to the surrounding polygonal silver cage, and he also realized that his extraordinary power was completely depleted for the ti being, rendering him unable to use it.
He was montarily startled, the bewildernt in his eyes gradually giving way to clarity, and as he watched the projection of Duke Black Iron constantly attacking him, mories of a hundred years of struggle with that person ca flowing back, finally reclaiming a shred of rationality.
"Kill ."
"The Wordless Elder, he manipulated with a special power... I can't hold on any longer..."
"Only you are qualified to end !"
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