Chapter 172 Chapter 90 Color of Memory (Part 2)
“But this person… although still a little far from the one this young lady saw, the sword in his hand is indeed your current ‘End’. Hmm, it’s probably Lothel from a long time ago!”
“Lord Lothel!”
Iglet’s expression was, as expected, extremely shocked, excitement appearing in his sapphire blue eyes.
Verafia crossed her arms, let out a light “hmph,” and turned her pure white little face, her scorching gold eyes reflecting the world under the blood-red light.
In her line of sight, brilliant sword light was extinguishing the vitality of the enormous shadowy figures, and the ancient sword edge held by their enemies’ raised arms struck heavily against the ‘End’ after a piercing sword light.
Drops of pitch black blood fell, and in an instant, countless bloody giant hands attacked. At every moment, more than one renowned hero fell dead.
Solemn chants and magic spells echoed below the world in a fixed melody. Bright sacred light and various powerful magics almost divided the entire blood-red sky.
Under the attacks of Saint Rank archers and Archmages, facing the enemy, the most powerful Swordsmen and Knights dealt blows to its life with their weapons!
The scene in the young girl’s vision was incredibly clear, as if she were recalling memories alone.
Verafia blinked her eyelashes slightly, a faint, mocking smile appearing on her youthful, little face, as if mocking someone.
“Then, Young Lady, at this time, not only Lord Lothel, but also more than ten Saint Ranks, high-ranking priests capable of arming an army, and even the attacks of these mages alone could completely destroy a city… Who were they attacking together?”
Iglet found that just now, his actions and voice could produce concrete manifestations in this space. Rushing to the girl’s side, he looked at her profile and asked.
At the same time, Iglet also saw Elishia and the others again. Just like his previous expression, both the Daughter of the Duke and the Princess of the Ice Dragon had looks of disbelief. Even the mysterious girl Charle, at this moment, slightly furrowed her brows, one hand resting on her chin, looking puzzled.
The Blood Race girl Eriel’s gaze was also locked, almost not moving.
“You say at this time, hmm, let this young lady think…”
Verafia turned her eyes to glance at her attendant, then lifted her little boots and took a step forward. Her jade-like pure white little hand also propped up her slightly tilted face, lost in thought.
“It was probably more than a hundred and ten years ago, just before the Demon Race invaded your humans. As for what they were facing… if this young lady remembers correctly, it was most likely an ancestor of the vampires in the North Wind Graveyard named ‘Scorching Blood’.”
Verafia suddenly tilted her little face sideways again, with a look of confusion.
“However, I remember that this vampire was a demigod inherited from the Mythic Era. It’s truly incredible that you humans finally defeated it…”
Although the harsh and chaotic sounds in the space continued, and the intense sounds of battle in the air were like countless thunderclaps playing in unison, the girl’s clear voice could be heard distinctly. The few girls not far away looked at her.
Elishia’s eyes showed obvious surprise, not only at Verafia, but more so at the content of what the girl was saying.
“Miss Verafia, you mean… Duke Oran is fighting a Blood Race ancestor? This… why would he do that?”
Before Verafia could reply, an extremely beautiful sword light descended from the sky above. The dying pain of the Blood Race ancestor caused countless lands around to crack, and pitch black blood seeped deep down.
The tall, armored man forcefully removed his helmet. His face, showing signs of excessive exertion, revealed fatigue, but the resolute expression was even more striking.
“Lott, the strength of this Blood Race is much greater than we imagined. Thanks to you coming here specifically, otherwise, even if only it remained, it would have caused at least more than half of Lingart’s strength to be buried.”
“There’s no need for such thanks. The Blood Race population in the North Wind region is unstable. They might be like the Orcs in the west of the Empire, attempting to collude with the approaching Demon Race; their actions these days strongly prove this possibility.”
The young swordsman panted heavily. Even though his voice sounded a bit weak, it carried conviction.
“Eliminating them in advance is the only guarantee for the safety of the Kingdom and even all of humanity. It’s just a pity that His Majesty and the ministers in the Royal Capital are still hesitant, fearing that such an action would provoke war. If it weren’t for Senior Oran, no one could have dealt with them. I should be the one thanking you.”
The swordsman covered his wound with one hand, and pure white radiance quickly purified the tainted blood. The palm covered by white armor dug forcefully into the residual corpse of the fallen Blood Race in front of him, and with a heave.
“This is…”
Elishia let out a soft sound. She had no time to ponder Duke Oran and the young man called “Lott” at this moment. Her golden eyes stared at the gauntlet on the swordsman’s hand, which was covered in scorching white light, and the suspended, gem-like, crystal clear bright red blood.
Although the power radiating from the young man was so strong it was almost impossible to look at, and a mere wisp of emitted light warped space, the drop of blood suspended in his hand was not burned or purified by the pure light. Instead, it revealed an increasingly strange nobility and an ancient aura.
“This looks like it should be the Origin Blood of that Blood Race. If that vampire were truly a Progenitor of Blood Race, then even all the Blood Race of the entire clan could be considered descendants of this drop of blood.”
Verafia raised her head slightly, letting out a sound of surprise. However, her scorching gold eyes did not move away. Beneath the stunning colors, there was an indescribable emotion.
“The Origin Blood of the Blood Race, could he be intending to…” Even Charle, who had been trying to remain quiet, couldn’t help but speak. A look of shock appeared on her usually calm face.
The visual space suddenly paused for a moment, the scene seemed to struggle, but after a moment,
“But, Senior Oran, do you really not need to reconsider?”
The young man holding the sword paused his steps slightly, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face. “If you really choose this, even if you succeed in the end, there will be no turning back.”
“Lott, for you and me, what importance do life and death, glory, and the opinions of the world hold?”
Oran forcefully pulled out the battle sword deeply embedded in the ground. The wind, stained with blood, blew his robe hem. He shook his head and chuckled.
“Moreover, the invasion of the Demon Race is imminent. If I inherit the origin and power of ‘Scorching Blood’, my Body of the Blood Race and vitality will be far stronger than a human body. Lott, I taught you swordsmanship for a few days after all. You wouldn’t want to see me accidentally meet the God of Light ahead of schedule, would you?”
“But…” the young swordsman seemed to want to say something more.
