Chapter 476 Chapter 37: Shadow of Destruction (Part 2)
Although he found the girl’s words hard to believe, Ignet had no other choice, so after some thought, he nodded and agreed to her suggestion.
Holding the pure white sacred sword, Ignet followed Misaela. Along the way, they encountered several followers of the “Seed of Destruction,” some of whom were even powerful crystal-ranked existences, but they did not waste much time under the sacred sword.
“Are these people bringing their entire forces to the Royal Palace? After all this time, the Royal Palace guards still haven’t defeated them…”
Looking at the battle scars left by terrifying magic and destructive power along the way, Misaela gently clasped her hands on her chest, a slight worry showing in her eyes.
The silver-haired girl looked at the bodies of the guards in the corridor, a hint of unbearable sadness in her eyes. Among them, many were guards she was familiar with…
“This approach is indeed strange.”
Ignet sheathed the sacred sword again and went to Misaela’s side, saying, “With the power of the Seed of Destruction, it’s impossible to conquer the Royal Palace, let alone the King’s presence. Are they just stalling for time, or are they plotting something?”
Ignet recalled the eerie, evil aura he had felt.
His gaze traveled through a castle wall that had been shattered by powerful magic. The sky, which had appeared a dim gray in the sacred sword room, was now covered in dark clouds, with twisted colors pressing down in the sky, as if it would turn into the gaping maw of a monstrous beast at any moment, devouring the entire city.
Anyone who saw such a scene would have a bad feeling.
“Perhaps the followers of the Seed of Destruction want to awaken Disax…”
Hesitating slightly, Misaela gently bit her teeth and spoke softly to Ignet.
“Disax? Miss Aisi, you are referring to…?”
“Disax is the name of a starry evil god. Legend has it that Disax invaded the continent twenty years ago. Although he perished under the sacred sword, only a small part of his suppressed fragments remained.”
Misaela explained, “I once heard from my father that the power of the ‘Seed of Destruction’ originated from the fragments of Disax.”
“Is that so?”
Ignet thought carefully and realized that he seemed to have heard similar rumors. If it were truly as the silver-haired girl said, then her explanation was probably the only possibility.
“However, the immediate priority is to get Miss Aisi out of the Royal Palace.”
Ignet’s voice came. Misaela pursed her lips, her slender fingers touching her skirt. A hint of hesitation appeared in her slightly raised small face. She seemed to want to say something to Ignet.
However, when Ignet looked at her, Misaela gently nodded her pretty head without making a sound.
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Under Misaela’s guidance, Ignet quickly arrived in front of the King’s bedchamber deep within the Royal Palace.
The heavy and ornate door was splattered with blood, and a large amount of gold and silver decorations and precious gems were broken in the battle.
On the ground lay quite a few bodies, including both Royal Palace guards and followers of the “Seed of Destruction” in black robes.
“The traces of magic are still quite active. Perhaps the battle here just happened.”
Ignet’s palm touched the sacred sword, and his sideways gaze fell on the girl’s exquisite and flawless porcelain-like small face beside him.
Misaela clearly understood what Ignet was implying. She showed hesitation, and her slender jade-like small hand paused slightly before forcefully touching the palace’s main gate.
“Bang!”
As if a violent explosion stirred, the heavy door, which normally required four people to push open, let out a muffled thud as the sound of the wind collided. In an instant, it was blasted open in front of Ignet and the girl.
In the fierce sound of the wind, the leaking aura was not the usual bright or grand golden splendor, but an extremely eerie coldness. Amidst the waves of evil and destruction, it presented a deathly stillness and decay.
“The aura of the Seed of Destruction again.”
Ignet said. Before his eyes, under the gloomy gray mist, the King’s bedchamber was covered with pitch-black vines.
As if they were the destructive trees once cultivated by Count Albert, the destructive branches and vines wriggled and spread on the gold and jade floor stained with black blood, and new branches grew.
“Heh, to be found so quickly.”
“However, in my original prediction, the first person to arrive would be His Majesty the King. I didn’t expect it to be the ‘Hero’ who just picked up the sacred sword.”
A voice, old but seemingly refreshed for the first time in decades, full of spirit, came from the dense gray mist.
Ignet’s pupils contracted slightly, and he raised his gaze to look at the figure walking step by step out of the mist and dead vines.
“Wait, you are—Grand Duke Winsor!”
The person who appeared before Ignet was none other than the father of the purple-haired youth Leon, and the Duke of Windsor, whom he had seen as the Minister of Finance in the council hall earlier!
“How could it be… How could this person be Uncle Winsor?”
Beside Ignet, Misaela’s lips moved faintly. Her beautiful crystal eyes trembled, almost unable to believe her eyes.
Could the person who conspired against her father, who did not hesitate to use the lives of innocent people to cultivate the fragments of an evil god, be the Duke who had always been kind and taught her?
Duke Windsor’s gaze fell on the incredibly beautiful girl beside the young man, who looked at him with disbelief. He suddenly shook his head and chuckled, “And, Ignet, you are still following this girl.”
“Following Aisi, what’s so strange about that… On the contrary, Your Grace, you are the mastermind behind the Seed of Destruction?”
Ignet gently held the delicate and smooth small hand of the girl beside him. He gripped the sacred sword a little tighter, forcing himself to remain calm, and raised his gaze to look at the Duke, who was at the center of the boundless evil and darkness spreading not far away.
“And, did this turmoil start after the King took me away and handed over the power of the council hall to you?”
“Mastermind… Heh, you could consider me that.”
In the dim fluctuations, Duke Windsor’s voice sounded proud and hearty:
“As for your other question—of course, over the decades, how many opportunities have there been for this shameless usurper to hand over the sacred sword to someone else?”
“Ignet, since you have drawn the sacred sword, you should also know—the power of the sacred sword cannot be wielded by a second person in a short period of time!”
As Duke Windsor spoke, the aura surging in evil and stillness even caused the light on the sacred sword to flicker.
Ignet took a deep breath, protecting the silver-haired girl in his hand behind him, and raised his face to scold:
“Then, Your Grace Duke, I want to know what your organization of evil wants to achieve—is it the crown, or the sacred sword?”
