Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue) – The Holy Spirit Horn
“Your Majesty Winter!” Rosred’s legs gave out and he knelt on the ground.
It was hard to imagine that this strong Great Knight could let out a shrill scream like a woman, like a turkey with its neck caught.
“Rosled, First Sergeant of the Medon Snow Wolf Legion, strength of a Great Knight, possessing a viscountcy in the Medon Empire. Your father is Tyrilred, who died in battle at Emerald Fortress in 2875. He was a brave general. It’s a pity you haven’t inherited even a bit of your father’s valor. You should have been cowering on the city walls when Emerald Fortress first came under attack.”
Xi Wei walked up to Rosred with his hands behind his back.
The knight boots made a *clack-clack* sound on the hard stone floor.
With every step forward, Rosred, kneeling, recoiled in fear, as if facing a beast ready to devour him.
“Your current behavior is a violation of military discipline. I, as the First Commander of Emerald Fortress, sentence you to death,” Xi Wei said in a faint tone, sounding as if he were chatting with Rosred about everyday matters.
“No! Your Majesty, I’ll never dare again. I was just momentarily possessed. Please give me another chance, I beg you!” Rosred was terrified to his core.
This officer, having just been through a major battle, wearing brand new leather boots and armor, still smelling of perfume, with smooth, shiny hair, knelt shamelessly at the King of Winter’s feet, banging his head frantically.
“Give you a chance?” The smile on Xi Wei’s face completely cooled. His lips turned downwards, the lines on his face sharpened, and his ice-blue eyes held the glint of ice blades and frosty swords, chilling to the bone.
“Then did you give these soldiers a chance?”
Xi Wei walked up to the wounded soldier whom Rosred had punched and looked at him, his heart burning with rage.
The soldier’s face was covered in blood, dirt, and black ash. One ear had been bitten off, and undead energy corroded his flesh and skin like a stubborn bone.
He stared ahead with wide, angry eyes, clutching his chest with his left hand, looking at the ceiling with unwillingness.
He was already dead.
Perhaps he wasn’t afraid of death.
The reason for his anger was that the last bit of money he had left for his family had been cruelly snatched away by a demon disguised as an officer.
Perhaps his family would have to endure even harder days because of this.
So he was unwilling, he was angry.
He died with his eyes wide open.
“Wounded soldiers should have received the best treatment, but you moved them to this cramped space for your own selfish desires. Were you afraid they wouldn’t die fast enough?” Xi Wei turned and stared at the panicked Rosred.
At the same time, he waved his hand, instructing Loli to cast healing spells on these soldiers.
Their condition was very bad.
If they weren’t saved soon, even Life Water wouldn’t be able to save them.
“I…” Rosred opened his mouth, unable to refute, and finally lowered his head in dejection.
“I am a Great Knight of Medon, you have no right to punish me.” As if accepting his fate, he showed a indifferent expression like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, looked at the ground, and continued in a mechanical, emotionless voice:
“If you kill me, it is very likely to incite a dispute between the two countries. The war has just ended, and no one wants to be drawn into another war.”
Xi Wei couldn’t be bothered to waste any more words with Rosred.
He ordered Clemon to escort Rosred to the central training ground of Emerald Fortress and simultaneously asked the nearby soldiers to find a small sapling.
He intended to use the power of the Life Tree Spirit to create Life Water to help the soldiers of Emerald Fortress recover from their injuries quickly.
It was still too slow for the priests from Winter City to perform healing spells.
“Your Majesty! You can’t kill me! My uncle is one of the Grand Dukes of Medon, you can’t kill me…”
Rosred was dragged out by Clemon, who grabbed him by the neck. His shouts were carried by the cold wind into this small place of sin, gradually turning into curses. A faint, foul odor was added to the wind.
【Congratulations to the Host for completing the plot mission. You have survived this plot. The world line has been corrected and the reward obtained: Holy Spirit Horn】
【Villain Mission has been refreshed】
【Villain Mission 1: Invade the Medon Empire and eliminate the reactionary nobles】
【Villain Mission 2: Invade the Karari Empire and eliminate the reactionary nobles】
【Villain Mission 3: As a villainous emperor, you have acquired vast territories through numerous wars. The larger the territory, the more easily it breeds trouble. Please consolidate your imperial throne (Current status: A scattered mess)】
System prompts appeared one after another.
Then he felt a weight on his waist. He subtly reached down and saw a small horn had appeared on his belt.
The horn was milky white in color.
Mysterious golden patterns were carved on it, emitting a sacred, faint light.
He turned and walked out of the cramped space where the wounded soldiers were gathered. He took Loli, mounted his dragon, and ordered Connie to fly towards the training ground, while also checking the specific information of the Holy Spirit Horn.
【Holy Spirit Horn (Unique Wonder)】
Summon at least a Legendary-grade to Demigod-level Seraph to fight for you, based on your current strength. The duration of the Seraph’s presence will be a minimum of 30 minutes and a maximum of permanent, depending on your strength.
Trait 1: Undying: The Seraph will not truly die. When annihilated, its divine soul will return to the Holy Spirit Horn. As long as the Holy Spirit Horn is not damaged, the Seraph can be summoned to fight again the next day.
Trait 2: Friend of the Holy Spirit: With the Holy Spirit Horn, all your attacks will carry the burning effect of the Holy Flame of Light (damage to evil-aligned entities increased by 50%). However, in the sight of evil forces such as demons and undead, you will be as conspicuous as the blazing sun, nowhere to hide. (Hostility from evil forces towards you will increase by 100%, and on the battlefield, you will be listed as a priority target for elimination.)
After reading the information about the Holy Spirit Horn.
Xi Wei quickly calmed his increasingly rapid breathing.
After all, Loli was sitting in front of him, leaning softly in his embrace, and had looked at him with strange and ambiguous eyes many times.
Another world wonder.
Although the traits were few, the effect was undoubtedly very powerful.
After a series of major battles, Xi Wei deeply felt that he was severely lacking in top-tier power.
Although his rise from a small Earl to this point in less than half a year was already terrifying, the history of the continent would not change because of these things.
Legendary-grade beings, as long as they didn’t die of old age, still stood before him, like insurmountable mountains crushing him.
Even with the suppression of the Starlight Holy Judgment Sword in the Emerald battle, at most, it could only drive away the Ghost Dragon Angus. It was impossible to cripple him like the Thunder Titan.
Moreover, it was fortunate that the Demigod-level Titan that suddenly appeared this time was an ally.
If a Demigod-level enemy had appeared, what other method would he have besides praying for an Angel to communicate with him and descend?
Now, he finally had fewer worries.
The Holy Spirit Horn was like a powerful stimulant, allowing the furrow in his brow, which had been tight since the Emerald battle, to relax. The tense lines on his face also softened considerably.
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At the same time.
In the highest heavens, within the endless, drifting Sleeping Land.
The Seraph Lewenstein suddenly sat up from his crystal coffin.
He looked dazed, and it took him a moment for a flicker of realization to appear in his eyes.
He touched his waist.
His horn was indeed gone.
Around him were dense rows of coffins.
It could be seen that in each crystal coffin lay an angel with a serene expression.
After gazing for a while at the overcast sky, Lewenstein walked to the crystal coffin next to his. He first looked at his fellow comrade for a couple of eyes, then casually pulled out a few weeds nearby, and picked up a fallen leaf to roll into a cigarette.
Pale flames appeared on his fingers, igniting the rolled cigarette. He brought it to his lips, took a puff, and leaned lazily against his old friend’s coffin, exhaling a smoke ring shaped like a silver-armored angel, and sighed softly:
“When will that brat summon me…”
