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Chapter 50 The Unquenchable Heart Furnace: Blazing Flames Burn the Heavens (The End)

Everyone's magic has its own nature, and depending on their thinking habits, the magic they are good at is also unique.

Kiesl's magic is intense, unpredictable, and dangerous; it is a red magic perfectly suited for manipulating flames.

The inextinguishable furnace of the heart punishes and rages.

Bearing the name of divine punishment, the fire in my heart will never be extinguished.

Using Kissfield's own magic as a catalyst, she ignited the mixed magic within the magic furnace, fusing this magic, which was no different from an intruder to the human body, into her own use.

Undoubtedly, magic power will be depleted, and it will overflow like the golden tears in her eyes, but the magic power that Kieslfield can refine is enough for her to unleash power far exceeding what she had just experienced.

The tide of battle turned in an instant.

The mindset for air combat is completely different from that for land combat; the logic of movement, dodging, and attack is also vastly different.

The aerial battlefield fully demonstrated Kissfield's advantages. She was undoubtedly more adept at high-mobility combat in the air. The brilliant crimson wings on her back were comparable to the divine wings of the heavenly messengers, providing her with a continuous source of kinetic energy. Meanwhile, the cones of flame under her heels helped her fine-tune her balance in the air, allowing her to dodge Mirad's counterattacks and thrust out a second spear after each attack.

"Here you go, uncle! Super Black Super Heavy Spear - Consecutive Thrusts!"

Thus, the close-quarters combat, which had been evenly matched, suddenly turned into a battle in which Kieslfeld gained the upper hand, forcing Mirad to focus on defense with her impenetrable gun skills.

The jet-black spear was swung with a ferocious wind, its tip, coated in molten slag and not particularly sharp, becoming an unstoppable weapon, shattering the defensive magic summoned by Mirad time and time again. This was a combat tactic completely devoid of any skill, relying solely on brute force and a vast reserve of magical power to act recklessly.

It's just as reckless as her plan, Mirad thought.

Kieslfield's ideas were riddled with flaws and carried an undisguised self-destructive tendency.

Killing the culprit could certainly purify the atmosphere for a time, but she herself had no idea what the situation would become in Lescatje after she exhausted her magic and disappeared. She simply placed all her hopes on the wisdom of those who came after her.

...a self-destructive act like a moth drawn to a flame, a child's self-abandonment.

If Rescateye's country is truly as corrupt and decadent as she claims, there must be more systemic problems behind it. Cut off the conspicuous branches, and the twisted roots beneath will continue to grow.

Obora may really be right; children shouldn't live in a country like Rescue.

A country that would make Keithfell risk her life to set a huge fire... He had to go and see it for himself no matter what.

Using his sword to parry the black spear, Mirad clenched his left fist and slammed it into Kieslfeld's abdomen. The compressed fist wind exploded out in a semi-transparent ripple pattern.

The burning moth let out a muffled groan and was blasted thousands of meters away by his attack, turning into a tiny bright spot on the horizon. This bought Mirad a moment to catch his breath.

Compared to the demon kings he had killed in the past, Kissfield was only at a disadvantage in terms of killing intent. From beginning to end, this girl was only thinking about the path to defeating him and proving herself, rather than doing everything she could to kill him.

"That hurts! You awful old man, take this Flaming Flying Kick!"

The Firemoth rallied and attacked once more. Sparks flew in bursts with a deafening roar, this time using the fiery spikes on her heels as spears, aiming for Mirad's chest.

"Are you going to leave the mess you burned down to those who want to save it?"

Mirad dodged the flying kick to the side, grabbed Kissfield's ankle, and swung the holy sword at her face, but it was blocked by the fiery wings that were big enough to cover her entire body.

"So what! I just can't think of a better way. Uncle, you should at least give me a perfect solution!"

Flamewing spread its wings and shook off the holy sword. Kissfield flipped over, and with the other leg that was not grabbed by the opponent, she used it to knee Mirad in the chest, forcing him to let go.

"But uncle, you've never even been to Rescadeer, have you? So what useful advice can you possibly give?"

“I truly know nothing about Rescadeer, so I need a junior like you to guide me,” Kissfield said, startled. The holy sword, bathed in golden light, pierced through the fiery wings. Mirad unleashed the magic stored within the forged holy sword, the dazzling holy light forcing Kissfield to retreat.
"Live, because if you live, you can help more people and unexpected things will happen."

Who knows, a former mortal enemy might turn into a delicate little girl.

Mirad added in his mind.

Kissfield stared blankly at the unusually serious and earnest uncle in front of her. Although he was protected by defensive magic, her own flames had left burn marks on him, making him look somewhat disheveled. However, the light in his eyes never went out, and his determined appearance seemed to be able to intimidate the Demon King with just his aura.

That's right, the person in front of me is indeed a saint who has slain the Demon King.

Compared to his past self, he is stronger and more resilient. If he were in the same environment as Rescue, he would definitely be able to come up with a better solution, instead of exploding into a fleeting firework like he is now.

I wish I had met this older man sooner.

Thump, thump.

Her heartbeat had never been so strong, but even her enhanced heart, comparable to the heart of a dragon, could not sustain her activities with the magical torrent dried up.

When magic power is exhausted, one will die.

Kieslfield had some expectations about her lifespan, and she had no attachment to this world. Her only regret was that she wouldn't be able to see what the people of Lescatcher would do after her death.

"...Uncle,"

She spoke softly, her voice so soft that not even a tiny spark could be blown away.

"If I die, can you change Rescadeye for me? It might be asking too much, but..."

"it is good."

Mirad nodded. "But I'm tired of fulfilling other people's last wishes. So the condition for this agreement is that you have to defeat me. If you can't defeat me, I'll drag you along to change Rescadeye."

"I won't live that long."

"I won't let you die."

The stubbornness and obstinacy of the man before her were also at the Saint level; Kieslfeld had just confirmed this fact.

"I told you my first impression was right, you rigid old man."

Golden tears still streamed down her face, yet she smiled again.
"Then, let's settle this with one final move, shall we?"

"it is good."

The two people in the air simultaneously increased the distance between them.

"This is the first time I've used this trick, and it might be the last. Uncle, you'd better watch out."

Kiesl's flames weakened considerably, and she dimmed as she conserved her magic power for her next attack, thus saving all unnecessary magic power!
The magic power stored within her body… after deducting the portion that might be used in Rescadeer, this attack could use up forty percent. Kieslfel calculated silently in her mind.

Forty percent is barely enough.

"The Unquenchable Heart Furnace, White Flame Oath"
(Undying Hearth· Blazing Oath). "

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