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Chapter 844: The True Turmoil of the Kreth Empire (Part 2)
Chapter 844: The True Turmoil of the Kreth Empire (Part 2)
"Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer, you can't defeat me!!!"
Rahal's grim gaze locked onto Viola.
It was as if he was telling her, and himself, that he must persist.
Viola felt a surge of psychic mana entering her body through the staff, attempting to disrupt her mana circuit and cause her to cast spells incorrectly.
"You're not like Professor Landry, who never casts spells. Since you're casting spells, you'll make mistakes!"
Rahal didn't know if it was from observing or being tormented too much, but he was now instinctively analyzing the battle.
"..."
As Viola's mana became chaotic, the ice prison also showed cracks.
Rahal seized the opportunity, and his dark red mana erupted, shattering the ice prison instantly.
"I'll let you taste the pain of mana backlash! Let you experience the agony of reversed blood flow!"
Rahal's eyes glowed blood-red as he pointed at Viola.
At the same time, all the shadows in the surroundings suddenly became incredibly dense, like pools of pitch-black tar, seeping into the shattered ground, penetrating the broken pillars, and threatening to engulf the entire hall.
Dark red mana burst from Rahal's fingertips, like living beings, flying towards Viola's heart!
But in this fleeting moment, a pure white moonlight suddenly rose around Viola, and the silver-white light transformed into a shield, blocking the mana arrow, and the frost aura in the hall suddenly recovered, accompanied by an updraft, nearly breaking Rahal's balance.
More ice crystals grew from the gaps in the ice net, constantly repairing the gaps and completely entangling Rahal.
Viola's figure floated behind Rahal, her staff had transformed into a pure white longsword, radiating a bright moonlight, and slashed towards Rahal's back of the neck.
Rahal reacted swiftly, turning around, his arm like steel, blocking the longsword, and sparks flew as metal scraped against metal.
After a brief stalemate, Viola didn't give Rahal a chance to catch his breath.
Suddenly, a huge magic array appeared on the ground, emitting a dim blue light.
At the center of the array, a crystal-clear ice flower slowly grew, getting taller and taller, and transformed into an ice prison, completely enclosing Rahal.
Inside the ice prison, Rahal felt his mana rapidly draining, his veins almost frozen, and his limbs becoming extremely stiff.
No matter how he tried to activate his mana, it was difficult to break free from this unbreakable ice prison.
"Rahal, you underestimate the Moon Goddess's divine arts."
Viola stood motionless in front of Rahal, holding her staff upright in front of her, both hands gripping the handle, and gathering mana.
Rahal felt a chilling intent rising from the depths of his soul, threatening to freeze his consciousness.
He wanted to resist, but his frozen torso was quickly losing sensation.
"You... what... have you done to me..."
Rahal asked through gritted teeth.
"Seal."
Viola replied calmly.
This was the wolf clan's inherited seal spell.
Under the purifying moonlight, even an immortal vampire couldn't escape the fate of being sealed.
As Viola whispered, a moon wheel illusion appeared out of thin air, hovering above Rahal, and countless silver threads descended from the moon wheel, wrapping around Rahal's hands and feet.
"Stop!!!
Rahal struggled desperately, but his strength was visibly draining away.
He was like a beast driven to the brink, frantically writhing, roaring, and vowing to break free from the extreme cold seal that clung to him.
Rahal's dark red mana swirled around him like a black-red vortex, wandering around the ice prison.
And in the center of the ice seal, Rahal constantly burst out blinding blood-red light, trying to tear apart the silver threads that wrapped around his body.
With each movement, a storm of magic stirred, shaking the entire temple.
"Foolish woman, do you think you can seal me?!"
Rahal roared through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and frenzied.
"When night falls, it will be your end! I swear, I'll make you taste the suffering I've endured for tens of thousands of years!"
"These spells were meant to seal you from the start."
Viola tightly gripped her staff, feeling the power of her ancestors, as the Moon Goddess Pureland Barrier condensed, locking Rahal firmly in place.
The light net contracted, and the silver threads of the seal tightened with it.
Rahal felt as if all his limbs and bones were being constricted, his bones creaking as if about to be crushed.
He stubbornly endured with his resilient will, struggling against Viola.
Viola's forehead glistened with sweat, leaving faint moisture trails on her pale face.
"Rahal, stop this futile struggle. Your defeat is certain."
Her eyes remained steadfast, unwavering.
Viola had no difficulty suppressing Rahal under the sun, but sealing this immortal being from the divine realm was still a formidable task.
Time didn't permit her to prolong Rahal's weakened state; she had to seal him forcibly.
Or perhaps Rahal's strategy from the start was to stall until nightfall.
"Hahaha, I haven't lost! You can't seal me!"
Rahal laughed maniacally, his laughter hollow and eerie.
"Once I regain my freedom, I'll make you pay for every drop of blood! Look, the sun is about to set!"
Before he finished, a surge of crimson mana burst forth, rushing towards Viola.
Viola had no choice but to form a seal with one hand, erecting a moonlight shield in front of her.
The blood-colored mana collided with the light shield, creating a blinding shower of sparks.
This was the final showdown between them.
In the last moments, as darkness enveloped the sky, the question remained: would Rahal be sealed first, or would he regain his strength and break free from Viola's seal? It was no longer just a battle of mana and life but a test of faith and willpower.
Each second felt like an eternity.
It was as if time had been divided into a hundred, a thousand parts, allowing Rahal and Viola to perceive every moment with crystal clarity.
And within each of these nodes, the outcome could be altered.
But the sun set faster than Viola had anticipated.
It was as if the God of Night was aiding his beloved vampires in their final hour.
"Viola, you've lost."
Just as Rahal made his final resistance, a change occurred in the Divine Lineage Hall. The gradually dimming light suddenly brightened.
A figure clad in indigo appeared at the hall's entrance.
He pushed the door open, letting in the light, and gazed upon the battle within.
Rahal's laughter abruptly ceased upon seeing this figure.
The newcomer wore a cape resembling blue and white wings, draped over his knight's attire, emitting a faint glow of azure and white, as if fragments torn from the sky's edge.
He seemed to have stumbled upon this battlefield by accident.
"Viola, what's happening here?"
Hestinos, astonished, stared at Viola, who was suppressing Rahal inside the Divine Lineage Hall.
"Hestinos, come and help me!"
Viola called out joyfully upon seeing the newcomer.
She had just managed to suppress Rahal, and the day was setting unusually fast. With Hestinos's help, they could quickly complete the sealing.
"But why are you here?"
Viola had almost lost control over Rahal, who was regaining his strength.
The sky had darkened unusually quickly, but fortunately, at this critical moment, her strongest companion, Hestinos, had arrived.
"I was worried when I saw you suddenly leave, so I sought permission from Emperor Saint Baldor and the other War Gods before rushing here, breaking the rules."
Hestinos immediately became alert, explaining his presence to Viola.
Earlier, when the five o'clock bell rang, their protection from the God of War and Sword ended. Viola, upon regaining her mobility, had abruptly left her post without explanation, leaving everyone puzzled.
The other War Gods were tasked with protecting Emperor Saint Baldor and couldn't afford to leave Crethia Memorial Square recklessly.
After a while, some of them seemed to awaken from a dream, their memories hazy and confused.
"No, Fate Goddess, this is unfair! Why are you manipulating my destiny?"
Rahal roared in anger within the temple.
Just as a glimmer of hope appeared, it was mercilessly crushed.
Hestinos was not only an extreme specialist but also an all-around powerhouse, as he had no weaknesses.
In addition to his unparalleled swordsmanship, recognized as the strongest in the Southern Continent, Hestinos possessed a unique talent for magic, but instead of pursuing mastery over all types of spells, he specialized in counter spells.
For Hestinos, Rahal was no match.
"Don't blame the gods for your fate; you never consider your sins when facing punishment."
Viola, confident, stood unfazed by the night, maintaining Rahal's seal.
"I'm glad I came to see what was happening."
Hestinos spoke, his eyes glancing at Rahal, who was sealed by ice on the other side of the temple, his gaze fierce and battle-ready.
He trusted Viola unconditionally and marked Rahal as an enemy.
Rahal desperately struggled against the seal, attempting to use psychic control to manipulate Hestinos's mind for a final counterattack.
"Hestinos, remember your painful childhood. Let me help heal your inner wounds; submit to me again!"
His eyes suddenly glowed red, and invisible mana threads erupted from his body, intertwining in midair to form a single line that pierced Hestinos.
Hestinos paused, and the Divine Lineage Hall fell silent for a moment.
"How do you know my past...?"
Hestinos asked, puzzled, as he looked at Rahal.
"No, this is impossible..."
Rahal was shocked; his psychic control had no effect, like a stone sinking into the sea without causing a ripple.
Hestinos's eyes remained clear, unaffected.
"Don't dream. In the Moon Goddess Pureland, your psychic control is useless."
Violet's tone was disdainful as she intensified the frost seal on Rahal.
As expected, her best friend, Hestinos, had once been controlled by the Third Ancestor, Rahal.
Rahal, delusional with the power to control Hestinos, attempted to fight back.
But now, that control had been broken.
Upon hearing this, Rahal's face turned deathly pale.
Within the Moon Goddess Pureland, his blood mind control was ineffective, and upon touching Hestinos, he would be melted away.
This was like a dead end.
"Damn wolves, damn wolf priestess!"
Rahal witnessed Hestinos' clear determination at this moment, and his last hope was shattered.
Even in his prime, he might not have been able to defeat Hestinos, the monster among humans, in a direct confrontation.
Now, severely injured, even if he managed to hold on until nightfall, he might not be able to withstand the combination of Violet and Hestinos!
Moreover, the other War Gods whose blood mind control had been blocked would soon return to the Divine Lineage Hall, isolated from the mental magic by the Moon Goddess Pureland, and unable to be controlled by him.
"I refuse to accept this! I refuse!"
He screamed in madness, his voice hoarse and strained.
But the screams quickly turned into a shrill, agonizing cry.
Countless ice crystal silver threads, like steel needles, pierced Rahal's flesh, sealing every mana node within his body. Rahal felt his internal organs churning, and his bones were all dislocated, causing unbearable pain.
"Violet, come here, get to a safe position, stay away from him. I'll take care of him."
Hestinos whispered to Violet, his voice as steady as the ocean.
"Mhm, you're the most reliable, my friend."
Violet nodded in understanding.
With Hestinos' help, they could quickly seal the still-resisting Third Ancestor Rahal.
She cautiously retreated a few steps, moving towards the back.
Violet was certain that with her suppressing Rahal, Hestinos would soon eliminate the final threat of the Vampires, the ultimate disaster of the Crethia Empire.
It had been a long time since they had fought side by side like this.
"Violet, you're my best friend..."
Hestinos approached Rahal on the other side of the temple, reaching for the sword at his waist.
Just when Violet thought it was all over, a familiar sense of security came from behind.
She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to express her gratitude to Hestinos, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest.
Violet lowered her head in disbelief, seeing a hand piercing her body from behind, blood gushing out of the wound.
And the owner of that hand was none other than her best friend, whom she had always trusted without a doubt.
"Forever!"
Hestinos' maniacal laughter erupted, and his hand, like a blade, reached through Violet's back, pulling out her heart and crushing it in his hand.
"What...?"
Blood dripped from Violet's mouth, and her once vibrant purple eyes gradually dimmed, still reflecting disbelief.
Even Rahal, who was being sealed by Violet in the distance, widened his eyes in shock.
He couldn't understand why Hestinos would harm Violet, especially since Hestinos had already lost his psychic control.
"Hestinos, why...?"
Violet's mouth was stained with crimson blood, her lips trembling as she struggled to utter a few words.
She stiffly turned around with all her might, and the scene before her caused her eyes to suddenly shrink.
On Hestinos' handsome face hung a hint of released joy, and his eyes couldn't hide his disgust for her.
"I love seeing that expression on your faces. Don't be surprised; you're just ahead of them. You damn citizen."
Hestinos' voice gradually lowered as he spoke to Violet.
In response to her, a heart-wrenching pain tore through her.
"I've been living a hidden life for this day, and you must disappear as well."
Bright red blood splattered, covering Hestinos' palms, but he didn't seem to care. He shook his hand, scattering the broken wolf heart onto the ground.
Violet collapsed, her once beautiful and sacred face now deathly pale, her body like a petrified statue, unmoving, and her life force quickly dissipating.
The twilight glow was gradually hidden by the horizon, and the National Day celebration was coming to an end.
In its place rose a full moon, accompanied by a faint purple mist, covering the streets of Brillada City beneath the Divine Lineage Hall, which had now become shrouded in darkness. Unconsciously, people's breaths were hidden, and silence descended.
The music in the Divine Lineage Hall also took on a sinister tone.
The gentle harp music suddenly rose, like the shrill screams of a vengeful ghost from twenty years ago. The wind chimes no longer sounded cheerful but instead produced an ear-piercing clanging sound, like the wailing of despair in hell.
Hestinos' iron boots stomped on the temple floor, the drumbeat like thunder.
Under this music, the Divine Lineage Hall lost its former sanctity. Blood-colored moonlight filtered through the rose window, casting mottled shadows on the ground, and the shadows of the pillars distorted and deformed as he walked by.
The entire space was immersed in a dark red hue, a blend of blood, madness, and grimness, weaving a death fugue.
"Twenty years ago, this day was the same, with the smell of blood everywhere."
Hestinos approached Rahal, speaking nonchalantly,
"I abandoned everything, even my identity as the eldest son of the Marquis family, and lived in disguise as a citizen, almost forgetting who I was, and even the faces of my parents and sister are becoming harder to recall."
There was neither sadness nor self-mockery in his eyes; he was merely calmly reminiscing about the past.
"What... what are you talking about?"
Rahal's mind was in disarray, and he struggled to stand, instinctively wanting to retreat.
He knew Hestinos was always upright and kind, regarded as the spiritual leader and benchmark of the Crethia Empire.
But now, Hestinos, in a clear state of mind, had killed his comrade, the High Priestess of the Moon Goddess, without hesitation.
This was all too illogical.
Hestinos stepped on the blood-stained floor of the Divine Lineage Hall, slowly approaching Rahal.
At this moment, even Rahal, who had just regained his freedom from the ice seal, was shocked, his spine stiffening, and his body trembling.
He stared at Hestinos, raising his hand to try and resist, but it trembled uncontrollably, clearly unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes.
(End of Chapter)
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