Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 457 Goodbye
"How is His Highness?" As soon as Serin walked out of the temporary tent, she was surrounded by the generals of the Southern Expedition Army. Oleg and others were also in the crowd.

"The injury is very serious. I just used a pain-relieving incense to rest for a while." Serin took off the medical gloves soaked in blood, wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "I have used up all the healing spells I have learned in my life, plus the various blessings running automatically in your body, to barely stop the heavy bleeding. You should all know how heavy the price of burning the source of life is."

"Nearly one-third of the blood vessels and meridians in His Highness' body have been completely burned by the violent energy, and more than half of the remaining ones are in tatters. The skin, muscles, bones, and even the soul have also been severely damaged. It is no exaggeration to say that an extremely tragic war is still going on in His Highness' body. Before the burning divine origin returns to calm, his injuries can only maintain their current state at best. It is fortunate that they do not continue to worsen."

"It's our incompetence." After a long silence, Hilbert gritted his teeth and said.

The generals of the Southern Expedition Army present all lowered their heads, and Oleg could only remain silent.

Ever since he discovered the giants' intention to blockade the North, he and Adam have been traveling back and forth on the edge of the battlefield these days, experiencing dozens of battles, big and small, and facing the risk of being blocked by the army several times. Only then did he establish the most suitable route for Samir's vanguard troops to come to the rescue, but he was ultimately a step too late.

As a hero at the top level, he understood the horror of the four words "burning origin" better than any other general in the Southern Expedition Army.

The so-called burning of the origin means turning one's life, soul and even future into firewood and burning them, in exchange for a moment of strength to surpass the peak and face powerful enemies.

But that is by no means a shortcut for heroes to unleash their potential in exchange for combat power, but a dead end with no return, an abyss that leads to an infinite descent into hell from the very first step.

Of course, the history of the border area is the history of war. Since ancient times, every race that has left a trace in history books has mastered the secret method of burning the origin.

There is no other reason. People who are on the verge of death have no right to choose. Between dying powerlessly and fighting to death with all their might, most people will choose the latter.

Correspondingly, the consequences of burning the origin are almost as serious as death.

Those who burn for a short time and to a mild degree may only face the loss of talent and the end of no progress, but those who burn completely will all fall as quickly as a meteor, and even face the pain of being burned by fire from body to soul before death.

The most terrifying thing is that the trauma caused by the burning origin will not be alleviated because the individual is strong enough, but may become more serious.

As the most powerful god-man in the world, Lucia certainly has countless trump cards to save his life, but the source of his "burnability" is far more powerful than his own who is seriously injured.

Judging from his growth trajectory, he is still far from reaching his peak. If he were to fill all of his future fuel into his severely injured body today and let it burn and explode, the consequences can be imagined.

"The only solution now is to cross the Sacred Forest and meet Lord Polerius at the Frozen Lake." After thinking for a while, Oleg was the first to break the silence and said, "With that Lord's long life and experience, he may have a way to heal your wounds."

"This is the only way," the generals responded.

"Report!" A scout came galloping over and rushed straight to the three legion commanders, reporting: "There are about 30,000 enemy troops blocking the end of Kurbandeya Avenue ahead. They are suspected to be the enemy's Sixth Legion and the ancestor Ophelia!"

"It's really haunting!" Hilbert cursed angrily, and immediately raised his sword and said, "General Serin, General Leville, please stay in the center to guard His Highness. Senior Oleg - how about you and I go together and kill another ancestor?"

Oleg felt guilty for being too slow in coming to the rescue and wanted to propose to fight alone, but when he thought that Lucia's injury would be more dangerous if he delayed for a moment, the best option was to join forces with Hilbert to quickly kill the enemy general, so he decisively agreed.

By the way, he also wanted to see how far Fam Azra's descendants who practiced Storm Swordsmanship had come sixteen years later.

After defeating Mocero's 100,000-man army, the Southern Expedition Army was on its way westward. When the two arrived at the front, they soon saw the giant army array in the distance. The sun had completely set, leaving only a golden edge on the western horizon. The remaining sunlight had long been dimmed through the dark branches of the Holy Tree Forest. The 30,000 giants of the Sixth Legion were lined up along the edge of the forest, just like the shadow cast by a giant beast.

"That person is the sixth ancestor Ophelia?" Hilbert frowned slightly, with some hesitation in his eyes.

"That should be right," Oleg stared at his opponent in front of the enemy camp and said in a deep voice, "She is the most mysterious of the ten ancestors of the royal court. She appears in public less often than the Holy Son. The battle of Sol lasted for several months, and the ancestors and even the giant king Calerius took turns to fight, but she has never been seen."

"There is intelligence that she is the most trusted minister of Kalerius. She has been ordered to hunt down the scattered members of the Flame Temple and the people of the Northern Guard House. That's why she didn't appear on the front line. But now it seems that the situation may be much more complicated."

One of them was the former left wing of the Storm King, and the other was one of the most outstanding Storm Knights of this generation. There were probably thousands of souls killed by their swords, and it was impossible for them to be suspicious in the face of a mysterious and powerful enemy.

The point is that the ancestor Ophelia and her 30,000 troops in front of them seemed too unreasonable.

In front of them, in their field of vision, were thirty thousand giants and a woman shrouded in a black robe.

However, in spiritual perception, there was not a single power fluctuation belonging to giants on those 30,000 "giants", not even a trace of living breath!

They are like 30,000 silently burning candles, and in the place where the flames flicker, "Ophelia" is wearing a white robe, with her eyes covered with black silk, and she has no energy at all, like a dead body that has been sealed in dust for many years.

In any case, this should not be the forbidden spell ability of a giant ancestor. If the royal court has such a legion whose existence form is beyond the concept of "giants", it is impossible that no news of it would have leaked out.

Then there is only one possibility left - Ophelia and the Sixth Legion only partially removed their disguises in front of the Southern Expedition Army at this moment, allowing the two to glimpse a corner of the horrifying truth hidden under the masks.

"Is Lucia Shanks dead?"

As soon as "Ophelia" opened her mouth, Oleg and Hilbert became so angry that they almost drew their swords and attacked her.

"There's nothing much to say to you two little guys. Call him out. I have a few things to tell you."

"you--"

Hilbert took a step forward and was about to yell when a huge and stern pressure suddenly descended upon him, flowing through his body like an icy spring, almost freezing his soul!

Oleg's expression changed immediately, and he rushed forward two steps to block Hilbert in front of him. His two swords flashed with a cold light and came out of their sheaths with a clang, creating a vacuum field and blocking the opponent's mental pressure!

But this sword strike that stopped in an instant made his face pale and his hands holding the sword tremble constantly.

"Sir, who exactly are you?"

(End of this chapter)