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Chapter 513, Section 511: A Legend's Demise (Please Subscribe)
Hundred miles away,

Southeast of the Flower Lane lies Mark Village, a remote place.

This is a relatively large village, inhabited by over a hundred households, with about four or five hundred people of all ages, who have cultivated the land for the Raymond family for generations.

Centered on Mark Village, thousands of acres of fertile land were cultivated by them, and most of the harvested grain each year had to be handed over to the lord and the church.

They are merely cultivators of the land, not its owners, but that's not necessarily a bad thing.

Because the Raymond family values ​​public opinion and reputation, even when they exploit others, they don't go too far.

In addition, during years of disaster, taxes would be reduced or waived to provide relief to the victims.

Therefore, they lived a poor but comfortable life, and even the vigorous development of the magic energy industry in the Flower Territory did not seem to have much impact on them.

They still work at sunrise and rest at sunset!

This kind of life has lasted for decades or even centuries, and if nothing changes, it could continue for another decades or even centuries.

Unexpected events can always come unexpectedly.

Night had fallen, and the villagers were all fast asleep. Not a single lamp was lit in the entire village, except for the faint light of the stars and moon, which made the place seem quiet and peaceful.

But from some unknown time, outside the village, intricate magical runes were triggered and lit up in six locations in turn.

The magical glimmer flickered, carrying elemental fluctuations, spreading far and wide, and then intertwining with each other.

If viewed from above, the six-pointed star formation is formed, enveloping the entire village.

Then, from six locations, in the darkness and shadows, rustling sounds came, and eventually, one after another, twisted shadow creatures crawled out.

They seep into houses, enter bedrooms, bind the sleeping subjects, and then suddenly tighten their grip.

The pain came so suddenly that the people were awakened, but they could not make a sound because the slippery shadow tentacles had covered their mouths.

They couldn't struggle either, because their entire bodies were bound by shadowy tentacles.

Some of them had their necks snapped, since that's the thinnest and most deadly spot. Though their eyes bulged and their faces turned bluish-purple, they died tragically.

But this is already the fastest way to die.

Most young adults will clearly feel their flesh tearing, muscles snapping, and bones breaking.
The entire body will be squeezed into piece by piece, and the pain and despair before death torment the soul of every person.

On a level beyond the comprehension of mortals, these souls are twisted by pain and despair, and then sealed within their skulls.

These shadowy monsters would then cut off their heads, rip open their chests, and remove their hearts.

They moved inwards from the outskirts of the village, sweeping away and reaping the lives of everyone.

Men, women, children, the elderly, and infants—not one was spared.

However, when this killing reached a certain household, it finally alerted the owner of that house.

He was a soldier missing an arm; his left arm was severed at the root, which greatly reduced his combat effectiveness.

However, this does not negate his strength.

His broad chest, strong muscles, and muscular arms all showed that he had once been a powerful warrior.

Indeed, as a warrior, he had fought for the Raymond family, but was forced to retire due to his disability.

However, nowadays, the Flower Collar government has a comprehensive system in place for retired soldiers, providing them with a substantial monthly allowance so that their livelihood is not a problem.

Furthermore, they would be rehired by the lord's mansion and come to this village to take charge of physical training and teaching basic combat skills.

There is also a magic apprentice who specializes in literacy, arithmetic instruction, and basic meditation techniques.

However, due to the scarcity of apprentice monks, he was not stationed permanently, but rotated every three months, visiting four villages each year.

This is the current education system in Flower Leader.
After a period of study, and by passing the exam, one can enter a higher-level school for further study.

This is already covering as many people as possible.

Getting back to the point, this one-armed warrior still retained the vigilance of a warrior, and he was awakened from his sleep when the shadowy creature entered the room.

A sharp sword has no effect on shadow creatures, but a lit candle frightens them.

In a moment of desperation, he set his own house on fire.

The raging flames scared away many shadow creatures, and the loud noise also woke up many people, but even if they gathered together, they could not stop the killing.

When the houses here were also burned to the ground, even their desperate resistance was of little use.

The one-armed warrior was the last to die, his face full of resentment, yet his head was still cut off, his chest ripped open, and his heart ripped out.

The killing did not last long, at most half an hour, before it subsided.

In the center of the village, in a square, a large pit was dug and filled with hearts, the squeezed blood forming a pool of blood.

Surrounding the blood pool were extremely complex magic circles, and in specific locations, heads were placed in specific positions.

Then look at the shadowy creatures; they've coalesced into a humanoid shape. Countless rustling sounds seem to rise, transforming into whispered, dark curses.

Countless shadowy creatures fell to the ground, wailing, and those heads opened their mouths, from which wisps of twisted, black smoke-like souls burst forth, dancing between heaven and earth.

Until the very end of the incantation, all these twisted souls were thrown into the altar, whereupon the blood pool boiled, and a naked human figure tore through the amniotic sac and emerged from it.

He was breathing heavily, as if he had been holding his breath for too long, and there was still a lingering fear of death in his eyes.

Upon closer inspection, he had no body hair at all, his skin was translucent, and one could vaguely see the pulsating of his internal organs.

However, his features were familiar; it was none other than the legendary mage, 'Blackfire' Farin Zakarias.

He showed no discomfort at the hellish scene around him; instead, he muttered to himself.

"Fortunately, I didn't slack off before coming. I spent some time setting up this dark altar and resurrection array!"

"Otherwise, we'll really be defeated by this little flowery place."

As he said this, a look of fear flashed in his eyes. Luo Yi's final attack was simply too exaggerated.

The divine battle aura, combined with the condensed third-stage flames, is a nemesis for shadow and dark mages like him, regardless of its true power.

He even summoned the Shadow King, but he only dared to peek out and ran away faster than anyone else.

That's a sixth-tier demigod!

However, the thought only flashed through his mind before the fear on his face vanished, replaced by ruthlessness, coldness, and murderous intent.

It's impossible for him to take action; his professional restraint is too strong.
However, legends have their own circles, and he also has his own network of connections.

At this moment, he was already plotting how to cause trouble for the Flower Clan, how to trip them up, and how to take Luo Yi's life.

He must get his revenge for this loss, no matter what!

Before his thoughts could settle, he seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head to look into the distance.

As far as the eye could see, he seemed to see a dazzling light, trailing a brilliant tail that parted the sea of ​​clouds, approaching at an extremely fast speed.

'Blackfire' Farin Zakarias froze for a moment, then cried out in terror, "No!"

He tried to get up and run away, but he slipped and fell to the ground, splattering blood everywhere.

But he dared not delay for a moment, and fled outwards using both hands and feet.

At that moment, his only complaint was, "Why was this pit dug so deep?!"
In that short time, the holy spear had already pierced through the void, locked onto its position, and then suddenly plummeted down.

The dark sacrifice magic circle clearly sensed the threat, and shadows were driven into the sky, forming a shield of shadows to block its path.

It had absolutely no effect!
The spear fell into the air, bursting into flames, piercing through all darkness and shadow.

boom!
With a deafening roar, smoke and flames spread outwards, igniting the dark altar.

The raging flames seemed intent on burning everything in the place to ashes.

Where the spear landed, the newly resurrected 'Blackfire' Farin Zacharias was impaled on the ground.

Countless plumes of black smoke and shadows emerged from his body, only to be ignited by the sacred fire, filling the air with shrill screams.

'Blackfire' Farin Zakarias was also screaming in agony.

At this moment, he had lost his human form and instead transformed into a twisted shadow monster.

He had at least eight arms, gripping the holy light spear tightly, trying to pull it out.
But the power of the Holy Flame was extremely terrifying, and it burned that arm completely.

But beneath him, countless shadows gathered and surged, filling his arms and sustaining his life.

"I don't want to die! I can't die! I shouldn't die!"

Even now, 'Blackfire' Farin continues to struggle, twisting his body as if trying to escape.

But at that very moment, Luo Yi's voice boomed in his ears!

"I, Loy Raymond, in the name of the Templars, hereby grant you death!"

"The divine judgment has fallen!"

A beam of holy light descended from the sky, like a punishment from heaven, completely enveloping the half-human, half-shadow monster.

Then, amidst the light, countless plumes of black smoke dissipated, along with the body and soul of 'Blackfire' Farin Zacharias.

"No!"

This was his final lament, filled with despair and resentment, yet it was utterly annihilated in the holy light.

Only a heart that was struggling to beat remained in place!

But the next second, the holy spear exploded, and specks of fire fell, landing on the heart and erasing the last trace.

Thus, the fifth-tier legendary mage, the Dark One, the Shadow Slave, 'Blackfire' Farin Zakarias, is dead!
This is the fall of a legend!
At this moment, all the powerful figures and emperors before the magic mirror fell silent!
(End of this chapter)