Chapter 118 Silver
Iglet’s eyes widened, and he asked tentatively, “Senior Oran, do you mean I could have directly inherited your power?”
“Yes.”
Oran’s precise answer shattered Iglet’s last remaining fantasy. Oran’s expression was filled with admiration:
“In our era, legendary positions were extremely rare; even I had to go through immense effort to barely reach them. Yet, you could refuse without any hesitation… I originally wondered why Lott chose you as his successor, after all, your talent was only ordinary, and your Dou Qi was even a mess. Now, perhaps I know what he was thinking.”
Iglet’s cheeks stiffened, and as he listened to Oran’s praise, his face looked as if he was about to cry.
Gods above, this was an inheritance that directly led to legend! For such an inheritance that could completely change the secular military landscape, even on the continent, it would undoubtedly trigger a national war. And he had simply given it up?
He had endured the oppression from that Miss Phoenix these past few days, just hoping to see if he could level up by one or two ranks? Let alone legend, even Star or Crystal, he wouldn’t have to worry about that bastard Douglas at all!
“Iglet, with that expression, do you have any injuries?” Oran noticed the young man’s expression.
“Cough, Lord Oran, thank you for your concern. I’m alright.”
Iglet took a deep breath and spoke with great effort, though his heart was bleeding. He finally understood that compared to something he could never obtain, losing something he had already gained was truly heartbreaking!
Oran, though somewhat puzzled, still nodded. He looked up at the sky, the bloody waves of extreme demonic power that had engulfed the surroundings had thinned, even allowing the figures of several girls who were trying to approach to be seen.
Elishia, weak, stood up with the support of the flowing Divine Light Arts, walked to Ophi’s side, picked her up, and called out apologetically, “Ophie, I’m sorry.”
The blood spear piercing the dragon wing of the Ice Dragon Girl quickly dissipated, allowing her to return to her slender girl form.
“Wuwu.”
The girl with ice-blue long hair let out a low sound. Her delicate cheeks nestled against the golden strands of hair falling from Elishia’s slender shoulders. Her big eyes were filled with crystalline tears; she looked very sad about being beaten up again.
The blood-colored hue in the sky quickly dissipated, and a few residual splendors fell on the girl’s clear and jade-like cheeks.
Sharlotte’s blue-silver eyes fell. She stood up with Dofiraia’s support, looking at the two figures standing and facing each other in the distance. The color in her eyes trembled gently: “Is it over… that boy named Iglet…”
“Yes. Charle, if it weren’t for him, we would all have been buried here.”
Elishia gently stroked the hair of the girl in her arms and turned her face towards Sharlotte as she spoke. Elishia rarely showed dissatisfaction towards this friend.
Sharlotte lowered her gaze and did not refute, only shaking her head slightly.
Just now, although the bloody domain had almost completely erased their visual and sensory perception of the battle, everyone knew that they could still stand up again, and it was all because of that black-haired young man named Iglet.
However, Elishia had no idea how grief-stricken Iglet was at this moment, thinking, Lord Oran, why didn’t you explain it more clearly?
Although Iglet knew that if he had truly shown it, it would have been extremely embarrassing. Iglet thought that since he couldn’t possibly get it anyway, he might as well not leave a bad impression in the eyes of this legendary hero, and put on a generous expression again.
The thick sky had also become as thin as paper, with a faint white light seeping through, as if dawn was about to break, shining on the armor of the Blood Race Duke. The swordsman narrowed his eyes.
“Oran’s unbearable obsession buried here for fifty years is finally about to dissipate. Carlossti, Hegal, Detesno… Let them be forgotten along with this city.”
The swordsman sighed. He moved his scattered armor, and as his joints interlocked, they still made the cold, clanging sound of metal. Oran’s gaze returned to Iglet and he said:
“Lott’s successor, my power, although not fully passed on to you, I hope my sword dao will be able to blossom in your hands. Then I will have no regrets.”
“Senior Oran, I will,” Iglet replied.
Oran smiled on his face and didn’t reply. He extended his fingertips to touch the almost transparent sword edge, which seemed to ripple. Suddenly, a bright light leaped up.
Iglet raised his eyes. A sharp sword dao was imprinted in the sky, then the sky split open, and surging light, descended directly from the top of the world!
“The end of everything begins with my sword dao. You may leave.”
Iglet lowered his shielding palm, opened his eyes, and the scene he saw had already vanished. The silent night sky fell with the radiance of stars, and at the edge of his ears, only the fading words of Duke Oran remained.
“Senior Oran, is it over…?”
Iglet murmured. He looked at his hand, and the immense power within him, as vast as the sea, had also vanished. But… Iglet clenched his fist with force, Dou Qi flowing in his palm, shining like pure silver under the moonlight.
Silver-rank Dou Qi! After crossing Bronze, it was truly beyond the mortal realm, power sufficient to directly face forged steel!
Iglet thought that Rex, who had beaten him black and blue just over a month ago, was only Silver. And this time, it was truly his own power, not from potions, or from Verafia’s gift.
“Silver, huh?” Iglet murmured. He was not as excited as he had imagined himself to be, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Iglet looked up, his gaze fell on the ground under the moonlight, and what came into his sight was the wilderness he had entered before in the City of Blood, illuminated by the torches erected there.
He looked around, but he didn’t see the slender and luxurious figure of that girl.
Instead, in Iglet’s sight, quite a few followers of the Bloodwind Blade, thieves, lay on the ground in their blood, and even the remaining bloodline thieves were restrained by the shackles of the Holy Silver Christ, clearly about to be executed in a bloody trial as culprits.
This place had undergone a battle. But it was not intense; they had only used a small amount of power to eliminate the group of thieves that had stirred up the entire Rubiel City.
Elite knights holding cold swords and shields reflected the moonlight, and in the firelight, they raised the golden lion flag of Aslandt and the vertical sword military flag. A general saw Iglet and placed his hand on his sword when a clear, cold girl’s voice suddenly sounded.
“Brant. Iglet is my friend.”
“It’s you… Miss Elishia!”
Iglet looked at the girl walking up to him. In the kingdom, the most beautiful golden flower was quietly blooming beside him. Elishia was still somewhat weak and gave the young man a gentle smile.
Iglet felt a surge of emotion. As a bronze trash, Iglet had never dared to fantasize about seeing the girl’s face.
However, for some reason, Iglet couldn’t help but compare this serene and beautiful Miss Elishia in his mind with his own arrogant and fierce Phoenix Miss.
Elishia’s golden eyes fell on the young general again, and her voice, beautiful and pleasant to hear, seemed cold under the moonlight.
“Brant, why are you here? Where is Aerone?”
