Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

At this moment, because one of his hands was wrapped in silk threads, he not only had to exert force but also had to control Forty-Seven to leave, so he could not play a greater role.

Even with only one hand remaining, he can still summon earth spikes.

However, this time the spikes were many times more fragile than before, like an old man on his deathbed, shattering at the slightest impact from the Xisha Knights.

A self-deprecating bitter smile appeared on his lips: "In the end, I'm still not strong enough."

Looking at the approaching cavalry, there was no regret in his eyes. He clenched his fists, and the last bit of soul-devouring energy surged within them. At the same time, the scarecrow's domain of fear unfolded.

"However, this time I can protect the people I want to protect."

Using Shadow Step, he dodged their first charge.

Seeing that they had no target, the knights paused for a moment and then set their sights on the group of Forty-Seven not far away.

However, Domi's figure emerged from the sand in front of them once again, blocking their way.

This was done to weaken their momentum and give him enough time to intercept them one by one.

It didn't matter to the knights; all they wanted was to destroy everything in front of them.

They raised their sharp spears and charged at him on horses that were also nothing but bones and tendons!

Domi leaped high into the air, then landed a punch between them. The Soul-Devouring Energy exploded violently, melting the knights nearby and sending those further away nearly tumbling off their horses.

However, being living dead, they felt no pain, nor did they know what fear was. They wouldn't even blink when their comrades died in front of them, and continued to thrust their lances at Domi.

Before he could do anything else, he freed all the puppet strings, grabbed the tips of a lance in each hand, and forcefully stopped them on either side.

But he was powerless to resist the attacks from the front and rear, and could only watch helplessly as the rusty spearhead, its surface covered with congealed blood, pierced his chest and body.

puff!

puff puff!

He was like a disposable plastic cup filled with water, pierced by countless toothpicks. Mouthfuls of blood gushed from his mouth, and the mask on his face was sprayed to the ground, turning back into slime gel and returning to the amulet.

Is this over?

No! His unparalleled Shadow Flow technique gave him one last chance to fight back.

His adrenaline surged, and his long-dormant ferocity erupted completely at this moment. A power greater than ever before surged within him, and he roared—

With a forceful pull, he gripped the spear tip and lifted the man and spear together, smashing him like a meteor hammer into the surrounding knights, sending them sprawling and falling.

The lances inserted into his body were all pulled out at this moment, leaving only the one that had pierced through his abdomen still in place.

Now there's no way to stop the bleeding.

He braced himself on the ground with one hand and held his knee with the other, struggling to keep from falling. If he fell, he would truly have no chance to fight back.

His "Natural Body" made him immune to tetanus and ancient viruses, but he still couldn't stop the bleeding.

The health bar above his head was draining away at an extremely rapid pace.

However, I have largely completed my task.

He glanced back one last time, thinking they had gone far away, but when his blurry vision cleared for a moment, he felt like those two unfilial children were running back.

"Little Lord!!"

"team leader!"

The two people's cries, choked with sobs, reached Domi's ears.

Having lost so much blood that he was almost losing all sensation in his five senses, he finally felt a warm embrace, which was so abrupt in the cold and bloody night.

Even with his eyes devoid of their luster, he could still vaguely see Forty-Seven nestled in his arms, clutching his collar, her eyes brimming with tears. Afu also knelt before him, questioning the meaning of life. Tuo'er, left unsupported, lay to one side like a dead pig.

"Cough cough...you guys..." Domi said with her last bit of strength, "You tricked me..."

After saying that, Domi's head lolled to the side, his hand shrugged, and he stopped breathing.

Both Forty-Seven and Afu were stunned. The young master and captain who had always been so kind to them had died just like that.

Afu let out a heart-wrenching cry as memories of their time together flashed through her mind, making her unable to stop reminiscing.

The sound of wailing seemed to carry across the entire desert.

Having escaped the encirclement, Justin suddenly turned around and looked behind him. The area with the most knights seemed to be the place where Death Omen and the others had been before.

Even the ranged turrets that were putting up a fierce fight were stunned for a moment. They could tell that it was Afu crying, and someone in the team must have died.

The crowd mourned for them silently, but their situation was equally awkward; they might have to mourn for themselves soon.

Long-awaited tears streamed down Forty-seven's face like a torrential downpour, dripping onto the sand and instantly absorbed, leaving only puddles of shadow.

She stood up expressionlessly. Knights had surrounded them, and they had lost their last chance to break out.

But so what?

Her young master is dead, so what reason does she have to live on in this world?

“You... will all be buried with the young master.”

Having said that, Beiluo Shimen's hidden 'life-sacrificing secret technique' began to heat up. Her blood began to boil.

However, at this moment, Toll, who had been unconscious, slowly sat up and sat on the sand with a domineering posture that had never been seen before.

But the moment his golden eyes, hidden beneath the pigeon-head hood, opened, the soldiers across the entire desert immediately dropped their weapons. Regardless of which direction they came from, they all knelt down on one knee in unison, facing his direction.

In the distance, the giant archers slowly bowed their heads, welcoming their king's return.

At the same time, Forty-Seven's clothes were pulled down, just like she often did with Domi's clothes.

She looked down with a mixture of fear and hope, and there he was! The young master, who had been seemingly dead, was alive again! He casually pulled the spear out of his abdomen, and the wound healed immediately without leaving a scar. Apart from being a little short of energy, he looked as good as if he had just returned from a resort.

[Number of uses of Shadow of Rebirth (5/6)]

Tsk, I feel a little sorry for her...

Without the mask, Forty-Seven could clearly see Domi's smile: "Don't risk your life, I'm still alive."

She could no longer hold back her tears, her blood returned to normal, and she almost rushed over to hug Domi tightly, as if she didn't want Domi to leave her first.

"Young Master... Master, Madam, your brother, and Princess Shia are all waiting for you to come back..."

Domi gently patted Forty-Seven's trembling back, rubbed his head, and softly comforted him:

"I'm not that easy to die. These guys want to kill me completely? They're a hundred years away. Okay, okay, stop crying."

"Um……"

While Forty-Seven was holding him tightly, Domi observed his surroundings and saw that all the soldiers were kneeling and bowing to Toer.

Has the sleeping soul of the Sun King finally awakened within Toddler's body?

Tuor slowly got up, glanced at the three people sitting on the ground, including Domi, and then walked straight in one direction.

Domi seemed to understand and told Forty-Seven and Afu to hurry up and follow.

Wherever the nursery passed, the soldiers, like a tide, spontaneously parted to make way for it, reaching the outer edge of the encirclement.

They walked out without any hindrance, and the huge weight that had been hanging over their hearts finally lifted.

The one leading the way... no, he should be called the Sun King now.

He slowly turned around, but the pigeon headgear on his head made most of the solemnity he was trying to project disappear.

He then said to Domi:

"As the price for bringing you out here, I need you to continue to help the nursery grow. The time is not yet ripe for a rise."

The voice was still that of the shill, but the tone and manner of the voice were completely different. You could hear the demeanor of the Sun King as a king, as majestic and unyielding as a lion.

Domi stood face to face with him, showing no fear whatsoever, and said neither servilely nor arrogantly:

"Even without you saying so, we'll continue the adventure with Toor, after all, there's still something we need to do together."

Domi was referring to the trip to the Holy Ifamur Theocracy to return the saintess's robe. Tor was still bound by the contract; if they didn't go, the Sun King might just die in his sleep, never knowing how he died.

"Hmm." The Sun King nodded in satisfaction.

Then Domi pressed further, "Sun King, if you completely take control of this body, what will happen to Thor...?"

“He is still with me. We are inseparable. Todd is me, and I am Todd. It may seem like a split personality now, but in the future, we will become one.”

Domi understood. Compared to possession, Tori's situation was more like amnesia. When the memories returned, the original person would still be the same person and wouldn't disappear.

This is probably the best-case scenario.

"I understand……"

Just when everyone thought the Sun King was about to continue sleeping and let Toddler take care of him, he suddenly walked closer to Domi.

"Hmm...you look familiar?"

Domi's mask fell off when he was spitting blood, and he forgot to put it back on, so he is showing his true face now.

This was the first time Afu had ever seen a real death omen. It turned out to be a handsome man. She had originally thought he was a middle-aged dwarf, even though he seemed quite mature in his speech and actions.

Forty-Seven actually hoped that Domi could take off her mask, because that way she could always see her young master's sunny and cheerful smile.

His heart skipped a beat, wondering if the ancestors of the Bloomfield family had caused trouble in the Western Continent in earlier years.

This incident happened to offend the then-ruling Sun King, who then remembered his enemy's face...

Judging from the feel of melodramatic light novels, such a ridiculous and absurd thing is definitely not impossible.

While the talents of the Bloomfield family may seem random, their good looks have always been a given, and this generation bears a striking resemblance to their ancestors.

If you can still tell, then there's really nothing wrong with it.

"Haha... Is that so? Perhaps you've mistaken me for someone else. I was only recently born, which is over a thousand years ago."

"No, I have indeed seen a woman similar to you... what was her name again... I remember her quite well..."

The Sun King stroked the smooth chin of the dove-headed figure, then suddenly raised his head:

"Who is Octavia Bloomfield to you?"

hiss! !

Upon hearing his family name, Domi's heart sank. It really was his ancestor...

Ancient Bloomfield probably wasn't that strong, right? This female ancestor probably gave the Sun King a good beating back then, didn't she? Domi comforted himself with this thought.

Ancestors from a thousand years ago, we still need to calculate their generation.