Chapter 350 - Chapter 350: Chapter 331: Slaying the King (1/2)

Chapter 350: Chapter 331: Slaying the King

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 meters in the dark, and all hosts of the original Blood of Salvation would immediately possess tremendous power.

Even if they were originally ordinary people, they could temporarily wield power close to the level of Heavenly Enlightenment 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, some would be extremely 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 extremely high level immediately.

Yet, even so, it remained a “Divine Bloodline” that was outstanding in all aspects, standing at the very pinnacle of all bloodline powers!

The former 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 immediately cause the earth to tremble as if the elves beneath were trembling in fear.

Prince Baine’s life-risking strike had finally injured the former Cyart King.

“You are very unfortunate, Baine, the punishment 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 former 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 moment, his eyes suddenly widened!

“How could this be?”

The entire body of the former 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 moment, the former Cyart King was utterly frenzied, with every part of his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled with horror, bewilderment, and daze.

“Why are you still here? You are clearly dead; I have confirmed it over and over again! Impossible!”

The presence of Duke Black Iron filled the former Cyart King with immense 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 moment, a torrent of emotions overwhelmed him, confusion, pain, perplexity, despair, disbelief.

Byrne silently controlled the projection summoned from the past.

“It seems the mental 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 moment, 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.