Chapter 192 Chapter 110: The Battle of Duanggu (Part 1)
“You, are you Lothel’s successor?”
Iggy held his sword and pointed it at the Blood Race Duke’s eyes. They were no longer the hollow, dark pupils from before, but vibrant crimson, like blood fire burning with power.
From Verafia’s fleeting words and his own experiences, Iggy knew that the Grand Duke of Blood, the one before him, had a significant connection with Lothel. It was also obvious that Duke Oran spoke those words because of the ‘End’ in his hand.
“Senior Oran, the sword of Lord Lothel is indeed in my hand.”
“If that is the case, I will not kill you.”
Duke Oran’s voice was heavy. His gaze remained fixed on the young man’s face, but the sharp sword intent that had been amplified to its limit had moved away from Iggy’s neck.
“Speak. You still have time to ask me questions.”
Iggy’s anxious heartbeat finally settled. Iggy had clearly felt the overwhelming killing intent from the swordsman before him just moments ago; it felt as if just a blink of an eye would have sliced him in two.
Although failing to complete his Young Lady’s orders might displease Miss Phoenix greatly, it was better than losing his own life. Besides, she couldn’t possibly expect him, a Bronze-tier, to defeat such a legendary figure, could she?
Well, he still needed to figure out how to rescue that Little Phoenix…
Iggy pondered how to state his request. “Senior Oran, I heard from my Young Lady that you have already attained immortality. Are you still in this world?”
“Attained immortality… Heh, naturally. Before falling to the Sacred Sword.”
Duke Oran’s voice was heavy. “However, this body is not immortal. Otherwise, it would not be as you see it now. What you see is merely my decaying form.”
Iggy was somewhat confused. But before Iggy could ask his question, Duke Oran’s voice continued.
“Lothel’s successor—you have met Carlossti, I know your intentions. Although my true ‘immortal’ body may have been destroyed earlier, I still possess the power and inheritance of his past. I can give you his inheritance.”
Iggy became excited, instantly forgetting about Miss Phoenix.
What a joke! He was so calm before because he thought it was impossible to obtain. The inheritance of a legendary demigod, or even one who had attained immortality, could potentially ignite a war across the continent. How could Iggy not be excited?
Never mind anything else, if he could obtain Duke Oran’s inheritance, would he still fear being bullied by that mere Little Phoenix, Verafia?
“Senior Oran, you mean…” Iggy raised his eyes, his throat dry, and spoke.
The red-haired swordsman raised his sword blade again. On the cold, bloody blade, it seemed as if frost and ice had frozen over. Iggy felt the icy sword edge press against his neck once more, a shiver running down his spine, his earlier excitement instantly cooling.
“You need to kill me.” Duke Oran’s voice, illuminated by the blood-red light, was chilling and bloody.
Iggy gulped down his saliva. He felt as if just nodding his head would cause the sword intent before him to split him in two.
No, why would you think I, a Bronze-tier, can defeat you, a demigod?
Iggy felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
Before, it was understandable. But Senior Oran, aren’t your consciousness quite clear now? Why are you still acting the same as before? Although it’s true that such demigod inheritances are precious and not easily obtained, you don’t have to resort to such cliché life-and-death plots every time!
“However, Miss Verafia also mentioned several times that I should defeat Duke Oran?” Iggy suddenly fell into thought again.
“Stay here and fight me to the death; but if you wish to leave, I will not stop you.” Duke Oran’s chilling and stiff voice came.
Iggy showed no attempt to hide his hesitation and immediately backed down.
Even if it were a god’s inheritance, could it be more important than his own life? Moreover, Verafia wasn’t here. Even if he had ten thousand of himself, they combined would still be completely unable to defeat this old monster from a hundred years ago!
The reactions on the young man’s face were all observed by the Duke’s eyes.
The Blood Race swordsman’s gaze softened slightly. The sword he held was tilted slightly, and the blood-red light diffusing around him became thinner and more transparent, but in the sky, an increasingly condensed, true red light spread along profound markings.
Iggy shifted his gaze. Not far from him, Ophi, still in her dragon form, was still impaled to the ground by a blood spear, seemingly emitting faint whimpers. Her artistically beautiful ice-blue wings, pierced by the blood spear, dripped ice-blue blood.
Further away, Elishia, her elegant dress torn by the strong wind, gritted her teeth and resisted the substantial, immense pressure, trying to stand up. Charle, with a pale face and weak aura, was held in Dofiraia’s embrace. The mage girl’s dress had a tear, and her expensive staff was also damaged.
Elishia, Dofiraia, and Charle all couldn’t help but look up. Just moments ago, the demonic power erupting from Duke Oran had blocked their view, and only after it dispersed could the girls see clearly.
The gazes of the girls all fell upon the seemingly ordinary young figure, and they couldn’t help but guess. It was obvious that Duke Oran had not attacked them with full force because he was conversing with him.
The blood-red light flowed in the sky, and the sharp light rays rapidly converged, like falling blades.
“Lord Oran, what do you mean by this?”
Iggy’s voice couldn’t help but become urgent. Wouldn’t this hundred-year-old senior be so cliché as to threaten him with these girls?
“You have intruded into my domain. I can let you leave, but for them, a price must naturally be paid.”
Duke Oran’s voice was calm and unwavering, but the oppressive feeling within it was like a heavy ocean.
Iggy’s expression changed, wanting to argue, but Duke Oran’s dim, oppressive gaze swept over him, stifling the young man’s words. Duke Oran’s cold gaze swept over the girls.
“One of them is Lancaster’s daughter. And those who betrayed me and slaughtered my kin, Dawn and Linton, are also among them. What reason do I have to spare their descendants?”
The anger contained in Duke Oran’s tone, conveyed merely through his voice, made the girls’ faces turn pale. Elishia gritted her silver teeth, forcing her golden eyes to focus, and a trace of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of her lips, streaking across her fair, jade-like skin.
A flicker of hesitation crossed Iggy’s face, and his right hand unconsciously gripped the hilt of ‘End’.
All the expressions on the young man’s face were seen in the Duke’s eyes. A cold smile appeared in Oran’s blood-red eyes, and suddenly, the extremely condensed demonic power formed a vast light curtain that spread out and enveloped them!
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I’ve been writing poorly recently… I’ll try to finish this volume and make adjustments. Apologies.
