In the shattered sky, a blinding rainbow light erupted. Pulist swung his staff to block it, but it was too late.
The moment the white radiance collided with the aurora, a massive shockwave swept across the ground. The King of Curses who was already old and weak, and after experiencing the aging of the Twilight Wind, blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth for the first time. But even so, he still managed to stand firm on his feet.
The black-robed old man lifted his head and looked at the shattered sky and the black-haired young man. He finally understood why he felt a strange presence when he stepped into the enchantment. But after a moment, the old man shook his head at Luo Ya.
"I see. You're using the Aging Wind to force me to break the enchantment? Hehe, it's indeed a perfect plan. I have no other choice. But, kid, do you think you've succeeded? "
Pleist's eyes, which had regained their brilliance, stared at the Dream Rift that was gradually recovering. His laughter was mixed with anger as he hissed.
"No, she can't return from the dream at this level. I'm afraid that strike just now is her limit. But it's useless. She can't kill me!"
The King of Curses roared as he tapped his staff on the ground. Instantly, three shadows appeared beside his feet. Then, his body glowed once again, dispersing the Twilight Wind that surrounded him.
"This is an ancient curse passed down from the ancient Shadow Kingdom. Other than the ability of the Wind Summoner, there is no other way to kill me without triggering it. I still have three chances, and I'm afraid your price is about to come."
"… That's true."
The black-haired young man, whose spell power was almost exhausted in the fierce battle, nodded. But there wasn't any despair on his face that the old man wanted to see. Luo Ya gazed at Pulist and repeated his words with a smile.
"There's still one more person in our race."
The moment Luo Ya's voice fell, the black-haired young lady suddenly appeared beside the young man. Lilian, who rushed over from afar, gazed at the old man before her and extended her hand to the young man.
Their interlocked hands acted as a bridge. In just a few moments, an intense resonance appeared between them. At the same time, a drop of blood wrapped in a rainbow radiance appeared before Lilian. The young lady opened her mouth and swallowed it without hesitation.
That was the ancestor's blood that Estrid sent through the dream under the path opened by a terrifying enemy. It was also the blood of the Nightmare, the most difficult creature to influence in this world. Using it as a medium, a miracle that only lasted for one night was born.
Translucent wings extended from her back, and her small ears became slightly sharp. Her already beautiful face exuded a dream-like charm as her aura changed. Under the colorful light and with her blood as the medium, Lillian temporarily transformed into a dream demon. At the same time, the skill that the witch bestowed upon her also arrived.
[Altacia's Call]
When the light of the skill came into contact with Lilian, the black and red runes of the curse spread out like lightning. After thousands of years, the wielder of the [Crown] finally arrived and sent an invitation letter to the Witch's palace.
"It's time for you to take the stage, Your Majesty."
Under the rolling dark clouds that covered the sky, the young man with glittering golden eyes invited Lilian softly. In the next moment, a black mist of curse power quickly enveloped Lilian. When it spread out again, the black-haired princess had transformed into the white-haired Queen of the Witches.
After countless years, Altacia returned to the world. She showed a moving smile to the young man who was holding her hand.
"Lord Hero, you're really cunning. You're holding my hand so tightly. I can't bear to do it even if I don't want to."
Amidst a pleasant chuckle, the white-haired witch floating in the air had a flash in her scarlet eyes. In the next moment, the world froze and began to roll back.
Under Priest's eruption, the shattered ground began to restore to its original state. The collapsed buildings were rebuilt. The wind, sand, and dust completely vanished. At this moment, the world was like Altacia's toy. When she landed on the ground, everything that greeted her had to be solemn and gorgeous.
"This is!"
Witnessing this incomprehensible miracle, the black-robed old man widened his eyes in disbelief. The moment Altacia appeared, Priest experienced a feeling again after hundreds of years.
Fear.
Witches. That was a race born from Xi Ya's shadow in the legends. They were extremely dangerous and incomprehensible. Their existence was a punisher feared by all things in the world. They were also the most difficult ancient existence to come into contact with and understand.
"The Sacred Divine Tree!"
Sensing the unimaginable danger, Priest immediately understood the current situation. The pressuring Death Omen made him decisively choose to strike first. As he shouted, blood gushed out of the old man's orifices. He paid a huge price to turn it into power as he fully activated the absolute defense brought by his bloodline.
The sacred giant tree was uprooted from the ground in an instant. The glowing elves resonated together. An altar rose where Priest was. The shadows of the gods that had been resting in the sacred tree since ancient times awakened one by one to provide him with protection.
Under the divine light, the old King of Curses pointed his staff forward. Under the pressure of fear, he launched the craziest attack he had ever launched in his life.
With boiling blood as the foundation, white bones as the embellishment, and the branch of the Holy Tree as the blade, the King's Sword that can kill gods was born. Looking at the brilliant and flawless Holy Sword under the divine light, the withered old man who had lost an arm had an excited flush on his face.
This was a miracle that Priest surpassed himself in a moment of crisis. He used the body of the king of the human race as a medium and combined it with the Sacred Divine Tree. When it was completed, the shadows of the twelve ancient gods on the altar blessed him, and the sacred sword shone with endless brilliance.
He could win.
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