Chapter 70: Falling Snow in Pitch Black (Part 1)
Amidst the violent flow of demonic power, the Abyss Envoy’s robes danced wildly. The dark black demonic power surging around him was like howling giant waves, splitting apart the moment the pitch black scythe blade was pulled out, unleashing all the terrifying power stored within!
However, Verafia merely raised her gold eyes and let out a cold laugh. Beside the young girl, brilliant gold flames burned, ready to deliver a blazing damnation upon any invading enemy!
It seemed as though the opening move, one that would decide the victor, was about to be fully unleashed!
Suddenly, Verafia’s eyes narrowed.
A look of shock appeared on the young girl’s delicate porcelain-white face. Without any hesitation, she grabbed her staff and retreated. The burning gold flames that had been swirling around her rapidly condensed and retracted.
In Verafia’s dazzling gold pupils, a speck of pitch black falling snow drifted down.
“Snow…?”
Time and space seemed to freeze at this moment. The pitch black falling snow drifted down before Verafia. The young girl looked up, a never-before-seen seriousness appearing on her jade-like, fair face.
Without any overflowing temperature or energy, Verafia clearly felt the extremely strange threat within this substance, whose elemental particles were even blurred.
“This isn’t snow, but some kind of substance, no, some kind of spirit… or, the embodiment of something. But who is it… Damn it, has a new strange entity appeared in this world?”
Verafia thought rapidly. What she saw before her was completely foreign to her, just like the abyssal demonic power.
The Abyss Envoy’s reaction was even worse. The moment he sensed the black snowflakes falling, the Abyss Envoy, who was at the Crystal tier, even began to tremble in his wrist holding the black scythe blade. His gaze beneath the black robe revealed great fear.
His throat twitched, but it seemed that due to fear, he was unable to utter the title that made thousands of his compatriots tremble.
“The Kingdom’s Royal Guard!”
Ronald let out a voice, and the fallen knight’s face instantly lost its color, turning completely pale and revealing utter despair.
Upon hearing this terrifying name, the Abyss Envoy’s face, hidden beneath his black robe, paled several more shades.
The Abyss Envoy in the black robe tightened his trembling hand, suddenly stopping his attack aimed at Verafia. The blood of the abyss within his entire body burned fiercely, releasing turbid black waves that were even darker and thicker, cleaving with all his might towards the void where the black falling snow was!
Facing the enemy whose face had not yet been revealed, the Abyss Envoy, from the very beginning, did not hesitate to burn his most precious life origin, exchanging it for the most powerful strike of his life!
“Hoo… Huh.”
A low voice, carrying mockery and disdain, echoed from the invisible void.
The instant the Abyss Envoy’s blade split apart the first falling black snow, a pair of fingers covered in black metal armor reached out and pressed down on the black blade beneath the surging, boiling abyssal power.
The gigantic scythe blade let out a painful whimper. The all-out strike that the Abyss Envoy had exchanged for his full strength could not advance even a millimeter!
“Walking in the void, something even Saint Rank cannot do, could he… But that’s not right, although this person’s aura is strange, it’s only within the Star Rank, nowhere near the legendary.”
Verafia’s pupils under her slender eyelashes contracted. She gazed at the figure emerging from the void but quickly shook her head, refuting her guess.
Far from the young girl having time to think, the Abyss Envoy’s face was pale and completely submerged in deep fear.
He wanted to draw out his weapon, but the blade, held by just two fingers, could not budge even a fraction. He wanted to throw away his weapon and flee in panic, but his palm seemed to be fused, and he couldn’t even move any of his limbs.
The Abyss Envoy could only watch helplessly and despairingly as the name that embodied terror revealed its true face before him.
The Royal Guard emerged from the void. His body, supported by clusters of alchemical bones, landed on the ground like a massive mountain. His entire being, including his face, was covered in intricately and strangely designed alchemical armor.
He did not speak immediately, but simply standing there was enough to interpret the deepest fear in the world!
The Royal Guard looked down at the completely trembling Abyss Envoy.
“Inferior creature of the abyss, what gave you the courage to dare tread upon the glorious borders, upon the lands of My King?”
Beneath the strangely designed black mask, the Royal Guard’s voice was deep and hoarse, yet carried pressure like the earth itself.
Upon the blade held by the Royal Guard, with the sound of shattering, cracks spread everywhere. The abyssal demonic power, symbolizing decay, destruction, and annihilation, was instantly ignited and completely destroyed!
The Abyss Envoy was crushed by the Royal Guard’s powerful might without even letting out a sound, and the dark power within his body instantly extinguished into nothingness, completely annihilated!
Verafia’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and the golden flames around her stirred.
“Heh, pathetic and laughable ignorant fool. And you, Ronald, once a glorious holy knight, with the bloodline of a hero… are still so stupid and lowly.”
The Royal Guard looked towards the other side, and let out a cold and weary voice towards the fallen knight Ronald, who had collapsed on the ground with a pale face.
“His Majesty has been a hero his entire life, saving countless lives on the continent numerous times. Even malevolent gods could not snatch the world’s sacred light from His Majesty’s hands… However, I never expected that our King would produce such a lowly and shameless traitor like you!”
The color in Verafia’s eyes shifted slightly. She turned her eyes towards Ronald’s eyes, revealing a look of relief.
“It is indeed the bloodline of Lancaster… No wonder their appearances and talents are so similar. This is no coincidence.”
A cold smile returned to the young girl’s lips.
Although the Royal Guard’s words were brief, the information conveyed was very clear: the King he spoke of could only be Lancaster, who sat upon the throne and was now the ruler of the entire Peka.
Thinking of that person, Verafia slightly shook her head. A flash of deep coldness crossed her flawless, exquisite side profile.
Seeing it this way, although Ronald was born as Lancaster’s illegitimate son, because this great and noble King did not wish to tarnish his glorious image because of him, he handed him over to his most trusted sword, Marquis Kesor de Viesnute, and had him live as the Marquis’s illegitimate son.
Besides the Platinum-ranked Ain and Iberwin, Ronald was also secretly protected by this Star Rank Royal Guard.
“Phili… But if that’s the case, who would be Ronald’s mother?” Verafia’s gaze flickered.
Ronald clearly realized something and hurriedly looked up, trying to speak. However, the Royal Guard, without waiting for him to speak, let out a cold snort.
“However, you vile person, even the slightest connection to His Majesty would be the greatest insult to the entire kingdom! If possible, I will smite you with my sword.”
The Royal Guard suddenly raised his hand, and a pitch black cage condensed and descended in mid-air. It did not take Ronald’s life but instead imprisoned him.
The Royal Guard with the black mask turned his body and looked at the golden-haired young girl not far away.
“And you, the legendary Fiery Phoenix…”
