The Griffin Real Silver Holy Sword slashed toward Laing's head with the power of a thunderbolt.
The Goddess of Vengeance was burning with white flames. Leon gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and the bright silver blade emitted a pale blue light. A huge amount of spiritual energy was injected into the holy sword. The explosive power of the sword shocked the Duke of Griffin. "Is this your strongest attack?"
Laing did not answer. He stepped forward. The Vengeance was connected to his blood. He could feel the excitement of the holy sword. It wanted to fight alongside him.
The Godfather's power was like the cold wind of winter. It hit the godson's heart. The godson's will was like steel, resisting the Godfather's power.
The holy sword was waved. Laing met Ivan's fierce gaze. The Vengeance was facing the Griffin Real Silver Holy Sword.
The swords clashed. Suddenly, the amber road was as bright as day.
Anton was forced to step back by the blinding light. The Griffin Duke's eldest son had to cover his eyes with his hands.
“boom！！！” The fierce explosion blew the place where Laing and Ivan were fighting into pieces. Big pieces of rock flew in the sky. The loud noise woke up many nobles who were sleeping.
A shadow flew out from the center of the light source. He was on one knee. His face was pale, and there was a trace of blood in his mouth. He was holding the Vengeance's right hand. From his shirt to his sleeve, everything was turned to dust. His strong arm was exposed. He took a few steps back and then stood up. He did not say a word. The fire on the Vengeance was a little weaker, but the sword's light was brighter.
It was Laing. The geno prototype stood proudly, looking deep into the light source.
The smoke and light gradually disappeared. Ivan's body gradually appeared. The Griffin Duke, who was a Sacred class, walked out, unharmed. He raised his right hand. The glove on his right hand fell off in front of Anton's shocked eyes. It turned to dust.
Ivan looked at his godson. It was as if he was getting to know him all over again.
After a while, Ivan let out a long sigh. He put away the Griffin Real Silver Holy Sword and said, "He has grown up. He wants to fly."
"I wonder if this brat's strength can gain your recognition?" Laing put away Vengeance. His organs had been hit, but he was a geno prototype. His recovery power was amazing, so he did not seem to be affected.
"Your strength is already stronger than the average Holy Grail Knight. No wonder … No wonder you would have such thoughts." Ivan's expression was solemn. He silently looked at Laing for a while before sighing. "You'd better find a time to explain to your adoptive father. I can't control you for anything else."
"Okay, I got it. Ivan, Anton, good night!" Laing knew that he had won the Godfather's approval. He took the initiative to say goodnight to Ivan and Anton, and then left alone in another direction.
The bright moonlight shone on the streets of Amber Avenue. Ivan looked at Laing's back as he left and stood there without saying a word.
Another little eagle flew away from under his wings.
His wings were safe and warm, but they were also a kind of restraint. Where would this little eagle named Laing go in the future? Would his great ambition bring him supreme glory … or would it bring him miserable destruction?
No one knew.
"Laing's growth is beyond my imagination, father," Anton broke the silence. The Griffin Earl, who had always been very confident, suddenly looked a little depressed. "I always thought I was good enough, until I met Laing."
"Laing's existence is an anomaly. I have rarely seen a young man as good as him." The Griffin Duke nodded and then looked at his eldest son. "The Empire has Kaldo, Nord has Laing, and Brittany has Julius. These powerful young men will continue to lead the human race forward. However, compared to Kaldo and Julius' excellent background, Laing, as the adopted son of a Nord country bumpkin, is really beyond my imagination. Anton, do you know how much I spent to train you?"
"That must be an amazing number, father," Anton said. He was thirty-three years old this year. With the strength of the early legendary, he was not considered middle-aged, but he was mature enough. He knew how much effort his father had put in to train him.
"That's called not caring about the cost. So do you understand how precious Laing, as the adopted son of a Nord country bumpkin, is to be able to reach this level? You need to be better, my son. " Ivan took this opportunity to educate his son. Anton had finally reached the legendary rank in the past two years, which was indeed fast. Therefore, his son was a little arrogant, and he could use Leon to knock him down a little.
"I understand, father," Anton suddenly said. Anton suddenly asked, "I've seen Cardo, but I haven't seen Julius, the son of Duke Winford."
"… If nothing unexpected happens, you will see him soon."
… …
When Laing returned home, the internal injuries on his body had completely healed. Laing let out a long breath and looked at his completely exposed arm, a light flashing in his eyes.
Godfather's strength was obvious to all. Even among the humans, he was considered to be one of the best. To be able to gain his approval was an important and hard indicator.
He opened the door. It wasn't too late today, and the three maids were all there. Seeing that Ryan had returned, Amelia immediately lifted her skirt and greeted, "Mister Ryan!"
"Master!" It was Miranda. The little maid smiled sweetly.
"…" Seeing that Laing had returned, the dark elf Olica also lifted her skirt, but did not say a word.
Seeing the blood and torn clothes on Laing's mouth, Emilia exclaimed, "What happened? Mr. Laing, did you encounter a battle? "
"It's nothing. I had a small fight with Godfather." Laing did not care much. He first went to take a bath and change into a clean set of clothes, then called Emilia and Olica to his room.
It was already late at night. After hearing Laing's call, Emilia and Olica came to Laing's room.
"You're here. Sit." After changing into a clean set of clothes, Laing motioned for Emilia and Olica to sit down.
Emilia did not say anything. Olica looked at Laing suspiciously for a while, but she knew that she had no ability to resist, so she could only sit down obediently.
The cold moonlight shone into the room through the window. In the warm bedroom, the fireplace was burning fiercely. The room was covered with a thick carpet imported from the southern countries. A comfortable velvet bed was placed in the middle of the room. Even though she had experienced it many times, Olica could still feel the prosperity of human life.
"Olica, you seem to be in a lot of pain recently?" Laing asked. Emilia also looked at the dark elf with a worried gaze.
"… This has nothing to do with you, human." Olica said coldly. She used the elven language, but as soon as her voice fell, the dark elf clutched her chest in pain and looked up at Laing with hatred.
Laing raised his eyebrows. The contract mark in his hand was shining. "First, you have to call me master. Then, as your master, I command you to tell me why you have nightmares every night and wake up from them."
"Human, you think you have me?" Olica clutched her chest, painfully resisting the torture of the slave mark. She suddenly laughed. It was a difficult laugh. "Although I have become a prisoner, you will not taint me, human."
After that, Olica suddenly read a spell. It was very difficult for her to gather a little bit of magic. Her weak soul made the process very slow.
"This is!" Leon suddenly felt signs of magic fluctuation, and he immediately shielded Amelia behind him. Then, he gently raised his hand and released the subspace psionic energy. Olica was surprised to find that she could no longer feel any magic. "Ah! This! This is impossible! "
"Ha ha!" Laing walked over to Olica step by step. The gene prototype laughed and said, "Nothing is impossible."
After that, Laing gently waved his hand. As the dark elf screamed in pain, he took away the last bit of magic from Olica. "Now, you have lost your last bit of power."
"No! No! Don't come over! " Olica was scared and stepped back. The dark elf's hair was a little messy. She sat on the carpet, and her black maid dress had many wrinkles. Under the dress, she wore white stockings, and her slender legs were fully displayed in front of Laing. She was wearing deerskin boots and kicking around, trying to help her step back.
But Laing's approach was like the sound of doomsday. The dark elf could not resist. The man reached out his arms and picked up the dark elf. He signaled for Emilia to come over. "Emilia? Help Olica take off her boots. "
"Yes, Mister Laing." Emilia came over and took off Olica's deerskin boots. The dark elf's beautiful white feet were exposed. She kept kicking around. "Let me go! Let me go! "
"Be quiet, or I will really f * ck you." Ryan threatened fiercely in Olica's ear. His mischievous tone made Amelia chuckle.
Olica did not dare to move. "Human, I won't move. You are not allowed to do that to me!"
"A slave has no right to negotiate! But if you behave better, I might consider it. " Laing said indifferently. The dark elf did not move. She just looked at him with fear and hatred. But she soon found that Laing just carried her back to the sofa and put her down. "Human! What do you want? "
"I just want to figure out why you have nightmares at night. Why did you wake up from nightmares? "Laing sat down beside Emilia and continued to ask.
"… Forget it. There's no harm in telling you." Olica finally gave in. The dark elf knew that if she did not behave better, it was very likely that she would be manipulated by the powerful human in front of her, so she sneered. "It's a great enemy of our race, Lust, the Lord of Pleasure of the Four Gods of Chaos. He wants to devour my soul."
"Devour your soul?" Laing thought for a moment. He did not think that the dark elf was lying.
The slave contract could guarantee that the slave could not lie to the master, but she could choose to avoid some questions and hide some key information. But on this issue, Laing felt that the dark elf was telling the truth.
The souls of elves were a supreme delicacy to the God of Chaos. If the souls of humans were the university cafeteria, then the souls of elves were the seafood buffet of star-rated hotels, and the souls of elven nobles were the Michelin restaurants. So, the God of Chaos always tried to devour the souls of all elves.
Compared to the high elves under the protection of Asuryan, the Lord of the Phoenix, and the wood elves under the protection of the World Tree, the dark elves were more decadent and depraved. The dark elves who thirsted for blood and slaughter believed in the God of Blood and Murder, Cain. This god's endless thirst for blood and skulls made the dark elves extremely susceptible to the corruption of Chaos. Moreover, in the upper class of the dark elves, hedonism and indulgence led to corruption. This made the dark elves a tyrannical and depraved race … At least, that was what the high elves told the humans.
There was a lot of exaggeration in this, but the dark elves had the deepest relationship with Chaos. For example, Laing once learned from the White Wolf Archbishop, Malas, that the God of Blood and Cain and Khorne were two sides of the same coin. If the White Wolf War God and Khorne had completely different understandings and confrontations of survival of the fittest, courage, and glory, then Cain and Khorne were essentially the same thing. The things they emphasized and displayed were basically the same.
This was why the dark elves often formed an alliance with the northern barbarians to wreak havoc along the coastline. Of course, there was never a lack of war between them.
"Does Duruqi not have a way to deal with this situation?" Laing continued to ask.
"… There used to be, but there isn't anymore. The vicious Asurians used a secret technique to destroy my soul. Now, I can feel the gaze of the Lord of Pleasure every night. He's greedily watching my soul." Olica covered her face with lingering fear, "That omnipresent darkness, that fear in the deepest part of the heart. You humans can't understand this fear because your souls are worthless."
"If that's the case, I think I can help you." Laing said calmly. Emilia looked at Laing curiously, wanting to know how he planned to help this dark elf.
"Help me? Ha! Foolish humans, how can your short lives and shallow knowledge help me? Don't joke around … "Olica said disdainfully.
"I don't want a maid bought for more than ten thousand gold marks to become food for an evil god!" Light blue flames suddenly ignited on Laing's hand. The huge amount of energy contained within shocked the dark elf. At the same time, she felt a deep sense of fear, "Human! What are you doing?! Don't come over! "
"Firstly, you have to call me master. Secondly, I'm saving your soul." Laing slowly approached, "Emilia? Hold her down! "
"Yes, Mister Laing!" The little maid came over and pressed Olica firmly onto the sofa, completely ignoring her screams and struggles.
Afterwards, Laing's palm, which was burning with light blue flames, pressed against the dark elf's forehead.
"Eh? This is? "
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