https://novelcool.info/chapter/Chapter-840-The-End-After-Meeting-Frey-Part-2-/12937104/
Chapter 840: The End After Meeting Frey (Part 1)
Chapter 840: The End After Meeting Frey (Part 1)
Amidst the chaos of the collapsing floating architecture in the Mist Zone of Blood Moon City.
"What I'm trying to say, Ulysses, is that you're pathetic."
Houbelia looked at Ulysses with a mocking gaze, as if telling him that her life was as easy as turning her palm, and she didn't even bother to give him, a dog-pelt plaster, a second glance.
At this moment, Ulysses' agitated mind was no longer able to perfectly control the summoned creature.
"I don't agree! No one would like you like this! If he likes this evil side of you, he wouldn't like the pure you, like falling snow. You're lying to me."
Ulysses' face contorted, his eyes burning with a rage that could almost incinerate everything, and his body was surrounded by the power of the blood clan, so strong that it almost distorted the space around him.
Even in her demonic form, the flush on her cheeks revealed everything—
There was indeed a man who had opened her heart.
She didn't seem to be lying.
"If you keep fighting, you invaders will only change from rapid death to a slow one!"
Ulysses' fingers were like paintbrushes, but the tips were dipped in blood, and he drew freely in the void. With each stroke, flames soared, and the Crimson Abyss blazed, instantly engulfing the floating architecture where Houbelia stood.
No one could turn the tide of battle! Once the Scorpion-Tailed Succubus exhausted herself by relying on this borrowed power to hold him off, the collapse would begin anew!
The crimson tongues of fire writhed like living things, greedily devouring everything in their path.
In the heart of the inferno, Houbelia charged forward with a cold gaze, her eyes shimmering with amber mist.
She moved as if treading on knife-edges, always on the verge of being swallowed by the raging flames.
Just as Ulysses prepared to pursue and strike, Houbelia took the initiative, transforming into a hidden ink line shadow and dashing forward with a speed unimaginable to ordinary people, closing in on Ulysses in the blink of an eye.
Before the Tenth Ancestor Ulysses could react, Houbelia's Scorpion-Tailed Dagger was already piercing towards his head, with such force that it seemed to tear his face apart!
Ulysses barely managed to dodge by turning his head, but Houbelia slashed his cheek again, and blood immediately flowed.
Houbelia showed no signs of stopping.
She grinned, her smile twisted and eerie, her eyes gleaming with a chilling light.
Houbelia clenched the family-heirloom Scorpion-Tailed Dagger and repeatedly stabbed at Ulysses' head, her eyes growing wilder with each splatter of blood.
As they fought, the collapse of the surrounding architecture intensified, and the void echoed with rumbling sounds. Debris rained down like hailstones, and the raging inferno threatened to engulf everything.
"You crazy woman!!"
A hint of struggle flashed in Ulysses' eyes, but he gritted his teeth and unleashed a surge of blood energy, sending a wave of blood towards Houbelia.
He had to temporarily retract most of his mental power and magic from the Blood Eagle and Blood Bear, but the blood he had dispersed wouldn't return so quickly, even if he retrieved it.
Houbelia was caught off guard by the close-range mental attack and was flung away by the force, crashing into the distant ruins and coming to a halt.
"Protect your friends..."
Houbelia stood up, unafraid of the pain, swaying unsteadily.
Her gaze locked onto Ulysses, and her eyes held only the determination to kill.
"Fall down! You ugly, filthy thing!"
Ulysses was also caught off guard by Houbelia's sudden surge in strength.
Engaging in multi-threaded combat, his main body had weakened too much, allowing him to be struck by a mere Duchess.
Blood mist swirled around Ulysses as he attempted to control the blood sea he had drawn, turning it into a force under his command.
Houbelia felt the scorching aura sweeping through the entire Mist Zone and knew that Ulysses was about to exert even more force than before.
"Let's see who falls first."
Houbelia's eyes were as sharp as blades at this moment. She let out a howl, a profane war cry, and charged forward, raising her right hand with fingers curled like hooks, their tips gleaming with a sharp, cold light.
Ulysses, seeing that Houbelia was not only unafraid but also attacking again, was first taken aback and then filled with rage.
He, the Tenth Ancestor, had never been provoked by such an opponent. Ulysses' eyes burned with fury, and the blood sea he controlled transformed into fire snakes, surging forward and threatening to tear the Scorpion-Tailed Succubus before him into pieces.
...
In the southwest of Blood Moon City.
Smoke and flames filled the Annihilation Palace, soaring into the sky.
The Marquis of Somerset and the Blood Bear stood proudly in the center of the battlefield.
Each of their attacks carried devastating power, tearing the earth apart and shattering rocks.
Antonas and Sinora were severely injured, and Prana's life hung in the balance as she lay buried under the rubble.
Just as the three great demons were about to be completely overwhelmed, the Blood-Colored Bear seemed to have its strings cut, moving sluggishly and stiffly. Its massive body swayed unsteadily, and the malevolent light in its eyes gradually dimmed.
It had lost its target and stared blankly at its surroundings.
"Ulysses?"
The Marquis of Somerset noticed the anomaly with the giant bear beside him and glanced over curiously.
At this critical moment, Antonas, not knowing where she found the willpower, struggled to climb out of the rubble.
Her body was drenched in blood, and she clenched her teeth, enduring the intense pain as she began casting healing and shield spells.
In the ruins beside Somerset, Sinora, gravely injured and near death, saw Antonas' actions. After receiving treatment, she felt her broken limbs regain strength.
She grabbed her scythe and, taking advantage of Somerset's preparation to attack Antonas, unleashed all her power. Her scythe slashed through the air with a killing intent, aiming to sever the Marquis of Somerset's spine.
The sharp blade whistled through the air and struck the Marquis of Somerset, wounding him and causing him to stumble forward in anger.
"Well done, Sinora."
Prana, appearing at the edge of the battlefield at some point, raised her palm.
Black flames surged in the direction Prana pointed, and the next moment, the Annihilation Palace began to shake violently. Abyssal flames erupted from the ground, intertwining to form a spiral vortex.
"Why aren't you dead? Wasn't my attack heavy enough?"
The Marquis of Somerset was instantly engulfed by the raging black flames, and only his furious roars could be heard from within the vortex, as black smoke ravaged his surroundings.
"Brother?!"
Sinora turned towards the figure, her eyes widening.
She had thought that Prana, in his efforts to help her and Antonas, had nearly died while holding off the Marquis of Somerset.
Sinora's anger rose as she realized Prana had been holding back.
He had been using the power of the Skeleton Lord, fighting with a clone as his first life against the Marquis.
"It's great that you're okay."
Antonas wiped away tears, both relieved and amused, as he cast a healing spell over himself and Sinora.
Prana, skilled in stealth and evasion like Houbelia, had secretly switched to a clone during the battle, keeping his main body hidden and waiting for an opportunity to create an opening against the Marquis of Somerset. This allowed Antonas and Sinora to quickly recover.
Despite this, they knew the battle was still perilous.
The Marquis of Somerset's aura was so powerful that it made Antonas's heart race. As long as the Blood-Colored Bear regained its will, they would all be in immediate danger of death.
...
At the temporary camp on the west side, Abigail saw that the Blood-Colored Eagle had lost control. She immediately stood up and, with the help of her mechanical assistant, began repairing the barrier.
The base had sustained heavy damage, and she needed to restore communications among her teammates and share visual intelligence with everyone as soon as possible.
"That was a close one, meow!"
Cat Boss trembled as he emerged from Abigail's shadow.
His spell could only protect Abigail a limited number of times, and if the Blood-Colored Eagle attacked again, the temporary camp might truly be destroyed.
Barton, having reduced the pressure, refocused on fighting the Count of the Blood Clans.
Although the Blood Eagle had injured him earlier, he now felt lighter, as if he had shed a heavy burden, making it easier to deal with the Blood Count.
Within minutes, Abigail and her mechanical assistant had restored the camp to a basic state and activated the automated reinforcement construction for the mechanical battalion.
"Alright, it's fixed."
Abigail pressed the final key, and together with Cat Boss, she headed deeper into the mechanical camp. They stood before a workbench, watching the light projection cast by the mechanical assistant.
Abigail's eyes widened in surprise as she observed the intermittent communication signals on the screen.
"Meow, meow, meow? Meow, meow, meow!"
Cat Boss perched on Abigail's shoulder, knowing exactly what she was looking at first.
He, too, was observing the same thing.
Their primary concern was the sudden change that had occurred while the communication was cut off, causing the Blood-Colored Eagle to suddenly stop.
Houbelia's pupils had turned amber, and the rest of her appearance had transformed, resembling a younger version of the Profane Queen.
At the same time, she had become exceptionally powerful.
"Are you alright, Abigail, Cat Boss?"
As the communication was restored, Lan Chi's voice echoed in Abigail and Cat Boss's ears once again.
He was still fighting against Rahal while maintaining contact with the camp.
The previous communication interruption had clearly worried Lan Chi, but all he could do was hold off Rahal, preventing him from going to other battlefields or activating the Annihilation Mode. He couldn't leave to help elsewhere.
Currently, his only task was to ensure that Rahal, the Third Ancestor and the strongest of the Nine Ranks in Blood Moon City, remained ineffective.
"Yes, we're fine. I'll share the real-time intelligence with you," Abigail said, prioritizing sending the situation captured by the mechanical messenger from Houbelia's side to Lan Chi.
The other battlefields hadn't changed much since the communication cutoff, and she could quickly summarize them verbally. The most significant change had undoubtedly occurred on Houbelia's side and in the Annihilation Palace battlefield.
"I was wondering why Cat Boss was singing such a cheerful song, and now I see that Houbelia has become so brave," Lan Chi said, his voice filled with genuine relief and gentle admiration, as if speaking to Houbelia from a distance.
"Lan Chi, do you have any ideas?"
Abigail surveyed the battle situations across the various areas, feeling helpless. She could only turn to Lan Chi for guidance.
Although the battles were currently under control, having been saved from the brink of collapse, the burden now rested heavily on Houbelia's shoulders.
This temporary solution of drinking poison to quench their thirst would lead to total defeat if any one of them faltered.
Currently, the most likely to succumb to the pressure was Houbelia, who was overworked and barely holding off the powerful Tenth Ancestor Ulysses.
Every other battlefield, even if slightly more stable than Houbelia's, was at a significant disadvantage, with no chance of breaking through their opponents, except for Sigrid.
"I've considered the worst-case scenario, where Talia would ignore me and go to support other areas. However, simultaneously fighting Rahal and providing Talia with mana... Even without considering the risks, it would eliminate my chance of defeating Rahal alone, and Rahal might escape to other battlefields. If I have to say something, the only hope now is for Sigrid to defeat Heritiera Marquis first, which would temporarily weaken Rahal's Blood Moon City's protection. Then, I can work with Talia to weaken Rahal, allowing them to go and support the other battlefields."
Lan Chi quickly analyzed the situation.
Abigail fell silent, deep in thought.
Both sides were walking a tightrope, and any outcome in any of the battlefields would have a significant impact on the overall situation.
It was a matter of who would fall first, Heritiera Marquis or Houbelia.
"No, Houbelia will definitely be the first to fall," Abigail said, comparing the scenes from the Frost Temple and the chaotic void in the south.
It was clear that Houbelia would be the first to reach her limit.
Not only did Houbelia have to hold out until Heritiera Marquis was defeated, but she also had to endure until Sigrid arrived to provide support.
"Damn those blood clans! This is so unfair," Abigail said with resentment, tears welling up in her eyes.
Heritiera Marquis had infinite life, and Sigrid could only injure her at best.
Houbelia, on the other hand, would truly die.
Gambling with the blood clans was never a wise decision.
Abigail couldn't bear the thought of Houbelia's death, even though they hadn't known each other for long. She couldn't accept the idea of Houbelia being the first to sacrifice herself, especially since Houbelia was fighting so hard to protect them.
"Share Houbelia's situation with Sigrid and see what happens."
"Lan Chi remotely contacted Abigail."
His voice carried an emotion that was absent in the past, a barely concealed fluctuation that robbed him of absolute calm.
"Won't this interfere with Sigrid?"
Abigail asked, but she was already following Lan Chi's instructions.
At this moment, she wouldn't hesitate, trusting her companion completely.
...
Cold Chill Domain.
Sigrid's punches sent gusts of air that shattered the surrounding ice crystals.
"Don't think this little trick will hold me back."
Sigrid shouted, her punches carrying gusts of hot wind towards Heritiera.
Heritiera's figure instantly vanished, reappearing on the other side. Sigrid's fist passed through the afterimage of Heritiera's body, smashing into the ice layer, causing shattered ice to spray in all directions.
In an instant, the chill of the Cold Chill Palace gathered again, freezing Sigrid in place.
Sigrid slid away, looking at the star chart surrounding Heritiera's head, certain that Heritiera had once again found the best position in advance.
"Your brute strength is meaningless before me."
Heritiera waved her staff, and a wall of twilight rose from the ground, blocking Sigrid's pursuit.
Sigrid scoffed and kicked the spell barrier, shattering it.
But Heritiera's figure disappeared again, her phasing ability making it impossible for Sigrid to lock onto her.
Inside the Cold Chill Palace, ice pillars stood tall, cold air filled the air, and the two chased and dodged through the labyrinth of ice.
Sigrid's movements were incredibly swift, but each time, Heritiera slipped away from her fingertips, like elusive wisps of smoke.
Divination was the rarest and most difficult attribute to deal with. If a Cardinal-level astrologer wanted to stall her through passive avoidance, it would be an excessively difficult battle.
The Seventh Ancestor, Heritiera, appeared and disappeared, and with the guidance of the star chart, every dodge was perfectly timed. The more impatient Sigrid became, the more helpless she felt.
From the start of the battle until now, both were locked in a stalemate, neither able to defeat the other.
Sigrid's only advantage was her full state, while Heritiera was consuming her magic power.
Without special detection spells, it was difficult for Sigrid to hit Heritiera, who had no intention of attacking, as long as Heritiera's magic power wasn't exhausted.
The Seventh Ancestor, Heritiera, cunningly utilized the characteristics of the Cold Chill Palace, combined with her superb phasing and predictive abilities, to keep Sigrid at bay.
If this continued, and the other battlefronts couldn't hold, even if Sigrid defeated Heritiera, it would be meaningless.
Sigrid looked around, seeing the dark currents beneath the ice layer, reflecting both their figures.
Although Heritiera was hard to grasp when she phased, the reflection on the water's surface was real.
Sigrid's thoughts raced, and she suddenly punched the ice beneath her feet!
A thunderous roar echoed as the ice shattered, and the dark currents surged forth.
Sigrid immediately leaped, punching with lightning speed, aiming for the spot where Heritiera's reflection appeared.
Heritiera's pupils contracted, and the star chart warned her. She tried to dodge but was a step too late.
Sigrid's punch didn't hit Heritiera directly, but the powerful gust from her punch was like a solid force, scattering Heritiera's phased body.
"I can't underestimate you, Tyrant Bishop. If you had enough faith power, you'd probably be promoted to the ninth rank."
Heritiera's face darkened as she forcibly condensed her figure, consuming a large amount of magic power.
Sigrid seized this opening, instantly appearing before Heritiera with a punch as powerful as a falling mountain, aiming for her face.
Heritiera's figure disappeared again.
Sigrid cautiously looked around, only to see Heritiera's phantoms appearing simultaneously in all directions.
"I really want to call Merogas to fight you!"
Sigrid roared, unleashing her full power again. The surrounding wind surged, shattering all the phantoms.
If it were Merogas, a master of both object and magic, he might have a chance to hit Heritiera.
This time, Heritiera's phantom didn't disappear; instead, it became clearer, and the illusion became more real, transforming the Cold Chill Palace into an endless mirror world.
"Give up, Tyrant Bishop."
Heritiera's voice echoed from all directions, filled with mockery and disdain.
"If you could catch me with just anger and brute strength, you'd be a ninth-rank in the Divine Realm."
She continued to taunt Sigrid, her remaining magic power enough to stall her.
Even if her magic power was consumed, she wanted to show Sigrid an image of her infinite magic power, disturbing Sigrid's mind.
Before Sigrid could attack Heritiera again, she suddenly stopped. She stood silently, listening to the restored communication in her ear.
"Sigrid, Houbelia needs your support..."
Abigail contacted the Tyrant Bishop in the Cold Chill Palace, asking for her help while sharing the real-time audio and visuals from Houbelia's side so Sigrid could hear the battle there.
"Houbelia, facing the Tenth Ancestor Ulysses' true body alone...? How can Houbelia possibly win?"
Sigrid muttered in disbelief, staring at the temporary projection screen sent by the mechanical messenger.
She had a clear understanding of Houbelia's strength. Even if Houbelia could temporarily overdraw her life force for berserk transformation, it was impossible for her to reach a level where she could truly confront Marquis Ulysses, the Tenth Ancestor. Houbelia was undoubtedly fighting with a determination to die every second.
"That's right. The Duchess will likely die soon, as her death omen star is constantly shining."
Heritiera looked up at the sky and smiled as she spoke to Sigrid.
The more impatient Sigrid became, the more elusive Heritiera was, and her movements became more exaggerated. From the beginning, she had been taunting this brute-force werewolf with muscles on her mind.
In this delaying battle, psychology was more important than confrontation.
"!!!"
Sigrid's anger boiled like lava, her purple eyes filling with silver, and her body shone with intense silver light.
Facing the ever-elusive Heritiera, she finally reached her limit.
“
"
"
B
"
The ground let out a painful wail as the ice shattered, spider-web-like cracks spreading rapidly from Sigrid at the center, engulfing the entire hall.
Her eyes wide, Heritiera stared at the scene before her in disbelief.
She never imagined that the rampaging Sigrid could shake the entire Cold Chill Domain! But the tremors seemed to shake the entire hall, as if it were truly being rattled by her unmatched, frenzied power.
"Have you gone mad?! Tyrant Bishop!" Heritiera screamed, her voice betraying her fear.
Sigrid had stopped attacking and was now solely focused on dismantling the entire Cold Chill Domain.
"I'm going to save my Xiu Bao! You're not allowed to bully her!" Sigrid declared, raising her fists again and slamming them into the ground.
The Cold Chill Domain had restricted her, preventing her from supporting other areas and providing Marquis Heritiera with some protection.
Now, by destroying everything in her path, she could move in a straight line.
Sigrid seemed to unleash all her anger and rage, destroying everything in the Cold Chill Labyrinth.
Boom! The Cold Chill Domain shook violently, ice pillars collapsing and ice layers shattering into countless fragments.
A ferocious gale howled through the cracks, sweeping up countless ice crystals and wreaking havoc within the hall.
Marquis Heritiera's face turned pale as she struggled to stabilize her body.
She couldn't understand why the werewolf had suddenly mutated towards the direction of frenzy, and her strength had reached an exaggerated level of moving mountains and filling seas.
She realized that if this continued, the entire Cold Chill Domain might truly be dismantled.
Without the advantage of terrain, she had no way to stop Sigrid.
Silver light intensified around Sigrid, growing more intense with each passing moment.
Each punch she landed carried the force of destroying heaven and earth, as if she intended to revert the world to its primordial chaos.
Crack! Boom! Creak, creak!
The Cold Chill Domain was filled with collapsing ice blocks and shattered walls.
"Stop this at once!" Marquis Heritiera raised her staff with both hands, and the star chart spun around her, sending countless stars flying out to transform into blades that shot towards Sigrid. More stars gathered and wove into a net, enveloping Sigrid.
Sigrid's fists howled with wind, and her aura surged, shattering the stars in her path and turning them into stardust.
Her assault didn't stop; she flashed behind Marquis Heritiera and delivered a heavy punch to her back.
Marquis Heritiera was startled and tried to dematerialize again, but it was too late.
Her body turned into blue smoke, quickly retreating and creating distance from Sigrid.
This time, she was grazed by Sigrid's attack and was knocked back, slamming into an ice wall.
"Damn wolf..." Marquis Heritiera wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and stood up, holding her staff.
She had to stop Sigrid, even if it meant taking some risks and attacking proactively.
...
In the floating ruins of the collapsing Blood Moon City, Houbelia and Ulysses' battle continued.
Houbelia's figure darted through the rubble, moving so swiftly that it was almost impossible to track her path.
"Sigrid... Thank you." Houbelia was perplexed as to why the Tyrant Bishop had become so frenzied because of her crisis.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter end
Report
