The frenzied and ruthless shadow energy that gathered the entire Dawn City and became extremely vast, after it completely drowned the treasure vault, it started to spill to the ground.
KABOOM!
KABOOM KABOOM!
Another loud explosion sounded.
Back in Dawn City, the imperial palace of Saint Cyanda vanished.
Not only the imperial palace, but even the military parade in front of the palace, the square where the banquet was held, the military barracks of the Imperial Guards, and even the 24 arrow towers and all the buildings in the inner city vanished just like that.
A hundred-meter deep, thousand-meter wide crater appeared on the ground.
The remaining shadow energy was still wreaking havoc, bringing up a cold wind that could make one shiver.
The black mantle was completely gone, the dark red leather armor was tattered beyond recognition, the Devil family emblem was reduced to half.
Blood flowed down the corner of the Burning Marquis' mouth.
His hand was grabbing Reinholt's neck, the lingering heat of the Devil Flame made Reinholt feel suffocated and dead, but the Burning Marquis' hand didn't have the strength to squeeze harder.
Because …
A longsword formed by shadows perforated the Burning Marquis' chest.
After multiple changes, with a clear target in mind, how could Reinholt not make some targeted arrangements?
Especially after acquiring Reinholt's body.
Some targeted arrangements were inevitable.
But Reinholt wasn't having an easy time either.
Even with a brand new body and a powerful bloodline with limitless potential, he was on the brink of death.
Reinholt knew his current condition.
He knew he had to rest and drink some healing potion but he didn't dare to let go of the shadow longsword.
Because he knew very well that once he relaxed, he would immediately die.
"Unexpected eh?"
Reinholt said with difficulty while his throat was being grabbed.
"Hmph."
The Burning Marquis coldly grunted and didn't answer.
He was disdainful and couldn't.
From the looks of it, Reinholt's broken body and missing limbs were much more serious but in fact, there was a special power ravaging the Burning Marquis' body.
The Burning Marquis' organs, muscles, and bones had all suffered varying degrees of damage, and this was the result of the Burning Marquis mobilizing all of his bloodline power to resist.
However, compared to his own injuries, the Burning Marquis was more concerned about Saint Cyanda XI.
Ever since the shadow energy erupted, Saint Cyanda XI had been faintly discernible in the Burning Marquis' perception as if a person had completely vanished from his sight but his shadow was still there.
However, what concerned the Burning Marquis more was …
Danger!
A dense dangerous presence filled the Burning Marquis' heart.
He had a bad premonition.
Reinholt didn't have the same perception.
After obtaining a new body, Reinholt's strength was greatly reduced to begin with. After experiencing the 'explosion' just now, Reinholt's strength was weakened once more. He only had one enemy in his eyes: the Burning Marquis.
As for Saint Cyanda XI?
In Reinholt's eyes, Saint Cyanda XI must be dead.
Reinholt didn't believe Saint Cyanda XI was still alive.
Even if Saint Cyanda XI had opened the royal family's secret treasure vault in advance, it would still be the same.
There was absolutely nothing in the collection of the Saint Cyanda Royal Family that could resist the power he had just unleashed.
The 'crown' could, of course, resist it.
However, if Saint Cyanda XI could use the 'crown', he wouldn't have hidden his strength for so many years. Or in this current dungeon world, if Burning, Dawn or Saint Cyanda Royal Family could use the 'crown', none of the following would happen.
As for the secret key?
It was even more impossible.
Just like its name, it was the key to open the tomb, not the sanctuary.
Anyone who tried to enter the tomb wouldn't end up well.
"Let's see who among us is the luckiest … Ugh!"
Reinholt looked at the Burning Marquis fiercely.
Unfortunately, before he could finish, his head was chopped off.
A sharp sword with a cold glare slashed across Reinholt's neck, even severing a couple of the Burning Marquis' fingers.
"Aiyaya, sorry, I accidentally hurt you."
Amidst the greasy and insincere voice, Saint Cyanda XI appeared before the Burning Marquis with a sword in hand. He was looking at the Burning Marquis as if he was sizing up goods.
It was natural for the Burning Marquis to feel uncomfortable.
However, what made the Burning Marquis more uncomfortable was the presence of Saint Cyanda XI.
The original Saint Cyanda XI was already an old man. Maybe he was experienced and farsighted but his age was considerably old. However, the Saint Cyanda XI before the Burning Marquis gave off the presence of a young man.
The weirder thing was, the conflicting presence felt appropriate, as if the Burning Marquis was looking at an old man with a young heart.
But the more it was so, the more uncomfortable the Burning Marquis felt.
As if …
He saw some kind of monster in human skin.
"Coming back here again … What a nostalgic feeling.
Even though the moment this treasure vault was built, I knew it would be destroyed one day, when it really did, I still feel a little reluctant. "
Saint Cyanda XI said as he sized up the mess around him.
"Who are you?!"
The Burning Marquis asked in a heavy tone.
"Who am I?
"You may address me as Saint Cyanda VI."
You can also call me the Son of Moon.
"You can also call me … Broker."
Amidst Broker's disgusting voice, he gripped the shadow energy longsword's hilt tightly and didn't care about the shadow energy's corrosion as he swung it upwards.
Puk!
Half of the Burning Marquis' body was sliced open.
Blood gushed out.
Broker caught the drop of blood with his hand.
After a light sniff, he sighed as if he was intoxicated.
"The blood of the devil is admirable, one of the dirtiest blood in the world.
It is also an essential ingredient to resurrect the sinner. "
Broker seemed to be muttering to himself and explaining at the same time.
A pile of minced meat appeared before Broker out of thin air.
"You want to resurrect him?"
Relying on the powerful bloodline, the Burning Marquis who had half of his body sliced apart looked at the scene before him while lingering at death's door.
Based on the remnant energy on the meat, the Burning Marquis could tell it was the assassin's meat that exploded but why would the person before him do such a thing?
"Em.
Of course I want to resurrect him.
After all, I've set up so much just to resurrect him!
For the sake of my 'paradise', we need to hurry up, otherwise that annoying bastard will appear. "
Broker replied without being concerned.
Just like how Broker set up the resurrection consciousness.
Everything was so casual.
But it was so effective.
Amidst the gloomy and disgusting radiance, Extremus' flesh started to wriggle.
The flesh looked like it was alive, crawling towards the Burning Marquis. The first part was his torso.
Then, his limbs.
Lastly, his head.
Looking at the head that was half covered, Broker grunted in anticipation.
The soft hum sounded like a tune.
It sounded cheerful, similar to Broker's mood at the moment.
However, Broker's cheerful mood was destroyed right away.
A thick light sword pierced through the darkness of dawn.
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