'No.'
Thales slowly clenched his teeth.
'I can't give up.
'It's not over yet.
'There's still a chance.
'Didn't Black Sword say that a powerful person …
'I have to consider all factors and bet everything!
'Just for the final victory.
'Bargaining chips.
'What other bargaining chips do I have?'
Thales clenched his teeth and forced himself to calm down in just a few seconds.
'The Northland Military Sword Style that he had only practiced for a month and could barely use.
'The Sin of Hell's River that far exceeded his body's load and could barely be used again …
'The Blade of Purification that was lost in countless pieces of flesh and blood …
'The mysterious mystic energy that turned him into an invulnerable phantom …
'The title of Prince of Constellation, the identity of a Mystic candidate …
'No.
'Wait.
'There's more.
'There's still another bargaining chip.
'The last one.'
Thales stared at the first monster that ran towards him and clenched his fists.
Giza's smile became more relaxed.
In the next moment, Thales clenched his teeth and extended his trembling right hand to his back.
When he pulled his hand back, there was already a weapon on it.
It was a trifling dagger.
One side of the dagger was stained with the blood of the tentacle.
Two letters were reflected on the blade.
Giza was slightly taken aback when she saw his actions.
Thales panted heavily and raised the dagger with a trembling hand at the monsters that were inches away from him.
"Dagger?" The Mystic snorted. "That's not a legendary anti-mystic equipment, is it? Are you going to stab me with that thing?"
'Dagger.'
Giza watched quietly as the dagger-wielding boy was surrounded and attacked by the monsters.
'This scene.
'It's really familiar, isn't it?'
Thales lay on the ground and his lips trembled. He weakly executed Iron Body Style to block the first monster.
* Clang! *
"No." Thales rolled to the side in pain and avoided the monster's sharp spikes. He felt his muscles ache more and more.
He panted and raised his head. He ignored the other monsters that continued to run towards him and looked straight at the Blood Mystic.
"I'm not stabbing you …"
In the next moment, Giza could not help but be stunned. She watched in puzzlement as the boy put the dagger into the palm of his left hand.
Thales said faintly,
"I'm stabbing myself."
The two monsters leapt into his arms and extended their sharp spikes towards him.
The boy, who had a defeated expression on his face, just pulled the dagger in his hand.
Pain and warmth came from his palm at the same time.
Thales' physical strength had reached its limit, and his eyes were unfocused. He allowed the monsters to pounce on his body.
She pushed him down.
A familiar burning sensation came from within his body and slowly turned into a burning sensation.
Scenes appeared before Thales' eyes.
He raised his dagger and rushed toward the ferocious Quide.
He lay on Jala's back, and the two of them sprinted through the streets.
In the dungeon of Vine Manor, he reached for the lock on Ralf's body.
He stood in the Hall of Stars, gritted his teeth, and spoke to the dukes of the kingdom.
His hands were tied up, and he struggled to get up in front of Serena, who was confident in her victory.
Amidst the bloody siege of Black Sand Region, he hugged Arracca's neck tightly.
He picked up the heavy sword with difficulty in front of the five archdukes of Eckstedt.
Under Asda and Black Sword's intimidating gazes, he raised his hand and spoke, his skin crawling.
"It's just another game."
A familiar and gentle voice rang in his ears.
The burning sensation was getting stronger and stronger.
He needed to win.
He needed to put an end to everything.
He needed the best methods.
He needed …
Giza narrowed her eyes and watched the countless little monsters pounce on Thales, who was on the ground, one after another, and covered him tightly.
* Hiss … *
She was very satisfied.
She knew that her little cuties would mercilessly kill this boy, who was not a Mystic yet knocked on the Door for no reason.
But at this moment …
The Blood Mystic seemed to have sensed something, and her entire body trembled!
'What?'
A ray of red light leaked out from the densely packed monsters, coming from the direction of the boy.
Then, a second ray, a third ray, a fourth ray …
The light grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the Flesh Cave.
Giza watched the scene in astonishment.
Then, the black monsters shuddered in unison!
A few streaks of ash drifted out from the gaps between the densely packed monsters.
More and more ashes appeared.
The black monsters fell powerlessly, shriveled, dissolved, and were charred.
Then, they turned into ashes.
In the end, most of the pitch-black monsters disappeared. Only a few of them managed to escape with their last breaths by hiding and dodging.
The Blood Mystic stared in disbelief at the boy who climbed up from the countless piles of flesh and ashes.
"How could this be …"
Thales knelt on the ground, his right hand pressed against his knee, and he bent over, panting.
He almost bit his teeth off.
At some point in time …
The Blade of Purification — the magical red sword that was lost — had reappeared in his trembling left hand.
The blade was crimson red, and it shone brightly.
"Your ability again?" Giza stared at Thales' left and right with an unpleasant expression, as if she wanted to burn a hole in his palm. "No, you are walking further and further down the path of misfortune …"
Thales furrowed his brows.
'Misfortune?'
"Mystic … this is not a gift or a blessing …" the Mystic said slowly, her eyes filled with sternness and hatred. "It is a curse and misfortune …"
Thales propped himself up on the ground and listened to her. He held the Blade of Purification that suddenly appeared in his left hand and spat on it.
"Enough!"
The second prince roared in frustration.
Giza stopped talking and looked at him in surprise.
"You lunatic who won't listen to others." Thales struggled to get up from the ground. "Listen to me!"
He took a step forward and cut an intercepting tentacle into ashes with his sword.
"Asda wants to force me to become a Mystic." Thales felt that his steps were light and his body was uncomfortable, but he still gritted his teeth and walked forward step by step. "And you want to stop me from becoming a Mystic?"
"Go to hell," Thales panted fiercely. "Go to hell."
The Blood Mystic stared at him quietly.
"Since I came to this world, what I've done has always been the same."
Thales exhaled. With another swing of his sword, he pierced through a monster that tried to ambush his left leg. He watched as it turned into ashes under the blade of his sword.
"Struggle, survival, that's all." Thales took a difficult step forward. "Whether it's a child beggar or a prince."
Giza narrowed her eyes. Her gaze was complicated and profound.
"But I don't like this world. I want to be free to choose, to choose the life I want." Thales sucked in a mouthful of stinky, sour air and said hoarsely, "I want to choose who I want to be.
"I choose who I want to be — I don't need to be pushed, forced, or dragged by anyone else!"
"I struggle with this."
Thales walked to stand in front of Giza. His eyes were resolute and determined.
"This is who I am.
Thales Jadestar. "
The Blood Mystic stared at him without saying a word.
But in the next moment, something strange happened!
* Boom! *
It was as if a torrent was surging through Thales' body from his blood vessels!
In an instant, Thales felt a tearing sensation from the Blade of Purification to his hand.
It was as if someone was cutting his palm.
Thales looked down at the Blade of Purification in his hand, only to see that the red light on it was becoming brighter.
'What's going on?'
In the next moment, the pain of being cut escalated to excruciating pain!
It spread to his entire body.
"Aaaaahhhh!"
Thales could not stand it anymore. His face twisted and he could not help but scream.
'The Blade of Purification is … rejecting me?'
The pain traveled from his arm to his body, causing Thales to tremble and kneel on the ground.
'Sh * t …
'Sh * t!'
He felt more and more pain, as if the weapon was destroying everything in him!
He remembered.
'The legendary anti-mystic equipment … is the bane of Mystics?'
Thales shook the Blade of Purification in his hand as he trembled in excruciating pain … but he could not shake it off!
It was as if it was stuck to his hand.
He recalled Serena's words regretfully.
He also remembered the tingling sensation he felt when he was on Arracca's back when the Motionless Bow was activated.
But the tingling sensation at that time could not be compared to the excruciating pain he was feeling now!
At this moment, Giza laughed.
"You are still a little too young." Thales stared at the Blood Mystic's expression in disbelief as he listened to her say softly, "You wanted to defeat me, so you had to get your hands on the legendary anti-mystic equipment, right? And you did succeed — with your unformed mystic energy.
"But … did you almost forget?" Giza sighed. "You are considered half a Mystic."
"Ah!" Thales cried out in pain.
Panic struck him again.
'Giza …
'Did she even calculate this?'
He remembered Giza's words. 'That is not the legendary anti-mystic equipment, is it? Are you going to use that thing to stab me?'
'So …' Thales thought regretfully. 'At that time, she was already hinting at me when she had the upper hand, and made arrangements for my possible counterattack?
Just to limit my vision to the Blade of Purification? '
"Hehehe." The Blood Mystic shook her head and said, "See, this is one of the sorrows of Mystics — this little thing can suppress us.
"Even if you are not a true Mystic, the mystic energy you used earlier is enough for it to take effect."
"And if you become a true Mystic …"
Giza stared at the screaming Thales. She stopped smiling, and sorrow appeared in her eyes.
"The moment you touched it, you will lose your consciousness and power forever, and enter the eternal seal."
Thales was not in the mood to listen to her. He only felt that he was about to be devoured by the power emanating from the blade!
"Don't worry, I will free you."
Giza sighed.
"If becoming a Mystic is your unavoidable fate, then let me save you," the Mystic said flatly.
"Just as I promised."
'Save?
Save, my foot! '
Thales shut his eyes tightly, enduring the rejection from the Blade of Purification.
He really wanted to let go.
But in the extreme pain, his face was distorted, and he almost couldn't feel his own hands.
Giza took a deep breath. Following the Mystic's will, another batch of tentacles grew out of the flesh on Thales' side.
They slowly aimed at the boy who was repelled by the legendary anti-mystic equipment and could not move.
Once again, Giza flashed a charming smile.
The flesh under Thales' feet turned into a trap, trapping him firmly.
The tentacles drew sharp spikes, preparing for the next round of attack.
'No.'
Thales shut his eyes tightly, his whole body trembling.
'No!'
At this moment …
A burning sensation similar to the first time he held the Blade of Purification suddenly came from his hand!
The red light on the blade gathered as if it had a physical form, and traveled along the blade to Thales' left hand.
Thales shuddered!
At that moment, he felt as if he was being caressed by a hand.
'Even the pain seems to be alleviated?'
The red light continued to crawl up along the veins on the back of Thales' left hand.
It looked as if glowing blood was flowing through the veins. It was extremely strange.
For some unknown reason, after the red light from the Blade of Purification surged out and entered his body, Thales suddenly felt that the feeling of being cut and repelling him had actually started to diminish!
Thales sucked in a sharp breath. He had held his breath for too long in extreme pain, and even forgot to breathe. He felt his hand again.
The sharp pain of being cut and destroyed slowly reduced to a slightly tolerable prickling pain.
'What's the principle behind this?
It can actually … alleviate the rejection from the legendary anti-mystic equipment? '
Thales trembled, and his doubts about the sword deepened.
But he was saved, after all.
Thales stood up slowly.
He raised his head and fixed his gaze on Giza. There was a strange look in his eyes.
Giza's expression changed. She noticed his abnormality. "You …"
Thales looked at her, then at the flesh and blood trap under his feet, and the spikes of the tentacles around him. He felt the prickling pain and burning sensation from the blade in his hand.
"Maybe I will become a Mystic one day," Thales said slowly as he endured the pain in his hand. "But it is definitely not because of some unavoidable fate, or because I have no other choice."
On the 'wall', Giza's pupils shrank.
"It is because I want to become a Mystic."
Thales bit his lower lip and lowered his head.
"I will use my own eyes to see what it means to be a Mystic. I will judge and understand what mystic energy is.
"What kind of power I will obtain, and what kind of risks I will face.
"Then, I will decide whether to become a Mystic." Thales raised his head. His eyes were filled with unquestionable determination. "And what kind of Mystic I will become.
"How far I can climb and what kind of scenery I can see are not important. What is important is that it must be my own choice.
"This is what I have been struggling and working hard for since I came to this world."
Thales exhaled one last time.
Then, he raised his sword and slashed the trap under his feet and the tentacles around him.
In the ashes, Thales supported himself with his trembling legs and stood up.
Giza's eyes moved.
"Don't even think about it!"
The girl grinned. Her gaze was cold.
Soon, Thales felt his feet sway.
The continuous tremors that caused him to fall to the ground and lose his grip on his sword appeared under Thales' feet again.
Thales' body swayed. He was on the verge of falling.
But he had experienced it once. Thales reacted quickly. He knelt down and lowered his upper body. At the same time, he stabbed the Blade of Purification into the flesh under his feet.
It prevented him from falling again.
The flesh sizzled, as if it was being roasted. It slowly dissolved, evaporated, and blackened.
Then, it turned into ashes.
The ground made of flesh and blood contracted in the tremors. It seemed to be moaning in pain.
Giza let out a low growl of indignation.
'Thank goodness …' Thales thought. 'He stood still in the face of the same tremors.
'What I need to do next is …'
"Don't think about it."
Giza was a dozen steps away from him. She said coldly, "You can't even stand up. You can't even get close to me, let alone seal me with that weapon."
Thales furrowed his brows.
"Let us see …"
The flesh around Thales bulged again. The silhouettes of monsters were born from it.
The Blood Mystic narrowed her eyes and stared at the Blade of Purification Thales stabbed into the ground.
"That sword of yours … Are you going to use it to maintain your balance, or to destroy your enemies?"
At that moment …
Thales suddenly had a strange feeling.
The monsters around him were born from the flesh, but Thales ignored them. He did not even care what kind of monsters they were or whether they were dangerous.
He seemed to have entered that state again.
The feeling of being cut off from his emotions and thoughts surged again.
But … it was not as complete, wonderful, and … enjoyable as before.
Thales glanced at Giza in the distance.
It was a dozen steps away.
Under the endless tremors, he could not even stand steadily. It seemed like he could not get close.
But …
Even though it seemed very far away from him.
But for some reason, Thales knew that his sword could pierce Giza.
It could.
As he thought about it, the pain in his hand suddenly increased.
Thales smiled faintly.
He somewhat understood it.
He knew that in this state, he seemed to be able to use more mystic energy.
Even though he did not even know what mystic energy was.
But …
Since the Blade of Purification's rejection of him increased again …
'That's right.'
The corners of Thales' lips curled up. His smile grew wider.
Giza was expressionless. Her monsters advanced towards Thales again.
But Thales only panted absentmindedly and gripped the Blade of Purification that was stabbed into the ground.
Then, he pulled it out!
The moment the countless flesh and blood monsters pounced on him, Thales knelt on the ground, raised the Blade of Purification in his hand, and gently pushed it at Giza, who was a dozen steps away.
Boom!
The sound of his blood vessels surging rang in his ears.
At that moment, the pain and cutting sensation that the Blade of Purification gave Thales increased like never before!
But Thales did not care.
He had succeeded.
Giza lowered her head in disbelief.
"When …" the young girl asked, puzzled.
At some unknown time.
Thales had already taken a dozen steps away in an instant.
He knelt in front of the Mystic.
The red blade in his hand had already sunk deep into Giza's naked abdomen.
Thales' expression was indifferent.
Giza trembled as she stared at her wound, then at Thales.
But in the next second, relief appeared on the young girl's face.
As if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
"So, this is our end."
Giza said casually, as if she did not care.
She completely ignored the legendary anti-mystic equipment in her abdomen.
Thales withdrew the Blade of Purification.
Blood seeped out of the blade and the young girl's abdomen.
Then, it slowly evaporated and dissolved.
Even the tissues in her abdomen withered and scorched.
At that moment, Thales withdrew from that strange state again.
Thales took a deep breath, as if he had just emerged from the surface of the water.
Many emotions returned to his mind again.
He stared blankly at the Blade of Purification in his hand.
Then, he raised his gaze in a daze and looked at the Blood Mystic, who had a gentle and relieved expression on her face.
"Thank you for your hard work, child."
Giza slowly extended her hand and gently caressed Thales' face. "Take care of yourself."
For some reason, Thales felt that Giza was filled with complicated emotions at that moment.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't help you," Giza said softly.
'What happened?'
Thales' breathing gradually calmed down.
"I'm sorry." Giza's eyes were sparkling. "You have to walk the rest of the path on your own."
At that moment, Thales could not summon any hostility towards such a young girl.
The lovely young girl slowly lowered her head. The purplish-red patterns on her body gradually faded.
She gently lowered her soft lips and placed them on Thales' forehead …
A gentle kiss.
Thales shuddered slightly.
Giza snorted softly when she saw Thales' reaction. Then, she slowly exhaled.
"Be careful of Asda."
These were the last words of the Blood Mystic, Giza Streelman.
In the next moment, the young girl with the gentle smile on her face started to crack.
Her face, along with her smile, slowly fell apart like a cracked sculpture.
Then, it was her neck, chest, abdomen … her entire body.
In just a few seconds, the Blood Mystic, along with the insides of the gigantic tentacle, turned into ashes of various sizes.
The night sky of Dragon Clouds City reappeared before Thales' eyes.
The ashes flew.
They were like countless black butterflies.
They scattered all over the sky.
In the distance, all of the Blood Mystic's creations, flesh, monsters, tentacles, and severed limbs, withered, scorched, and dissolved at the same time.
All turned into ashes.
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