Chapter 841 - Ferrad (2/2)

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

She fired countless shots of purple energy cannonballs at the King of War like a heavy rain pour. The King of War did not move. Despite her barrage of shots, he was unscathed. and no matter how hard she tried to hurt the King, he remained unscathed. His bronze body was impenetrable.

“Young Lady, are you trying to tickle me?” asked the King of War with a disdainful smile.

Ghost gritted her teeth in anger. Amassing all her strength, she funneled all the Spirit in her body into the Phantom Dancer. She only stopped when Phantom Dancer could accommodate any more of it. Then, she unleashed a brilliant purple energy cannonball at the King of War that streaked over tens of meters and made a terrifying howling sound.

Space, where the energy cannonball passed through, was shattered. A powerful charge of electric current enveloped the cannonball, and its crackle was enough to make one weak in the knees.

“Holy mother of duck! A giant energy cannonball?” exclaimed Duck Emperor.

It dumbfounded him. It may be the maximum power Ghost could ever unleash. She was going all out with the King of War.

Faced with the oncoming purple energy cannonball, the King of War chose not to underestimate its force and did not let his guard down. His True Inner Force activated by itself and formed a defensive barrier around his body. The King of War did not take the attack straight on with his pure physical prowess as he had done so earlier on.

Just as the giant energy cannonball was about to hit the King of War, Ferrad, who was in the black robe, rushed forward. He moved swiftly and used his own body to take on the energy cannonball for the King of War.

BOOM!

A mushroom cloud, resembling an atomic bomb explosion, rose into the sky. The massive blast sent shock waves in all directions, hurling tons of rock and sand through the air and kicking up a terrifying sandstorm. and visibility instantly dropped to a low.

Ferrad spurted blood from his mouth as he fell from the air and crashed hard into the ground. His black robe was scorched and tattered as a result of the explosion, and burns covered his body.

“Ferrad?” The King of War glanced at him calmly and called out.

Ferrad paid no attention to the pain he felt all over his body and got up to give salutation to the King of War. He said, “The Sucking Blood Clan under my command has offended you, my King. Please forgive us!” Then he stood up and yelled at Ghost, who was in the air. “Get down here at once!”

“Who… who are you?”

Somehow, Ghost felt a growing feeling of doubt in her heart. She could not put a finger on it but sensed that the man in black robes shared a bond with her.

“My name is Ferrad!”

Ferrad removed the black fabric covering his face, revealing his worn-out countenance. His pupils had also turned blue and two blood-sucking fangs protruded from his upper lip.

“The name of your father is Ferrad.”

Ghost trembled when she heard the man say his name. She recalled the name often mentioned by her clan people.t Ferrad was the name of her father—this man was her father!

“F-father?”

Her voice quivered. Ghost never expected that her father, whom she longed to meet even in her dreams, would be standing right there before her very eyes. She had imagined countless scenarios of how she would meet her father. But not this one.

“It turns out that they did not lock your father up after all. He has become the King of Blades’ assistant,” Duck Emperor said in surprise.

Ghost was no longer hearing what Duck Emperor was saying. She broke away from Duck Emperor’s web-feet and immediately dropped back down to the ground. Then Ghost ran toward Ferrad like a lost child who found her parent. Her eyes were red with tears as she finally found her long-lost father whom she had never seen.

Since the passing of her mother, Ghost’s desire to meet her father became an obsession. Her deep-seated desire became the source of her strength. It was this desire along with spiritual support that gave her the fortitude to deal with her affinity for blood. She had so often dreamed of meeting her father. It was a wish that came from deep within her soul.