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Even the most powerful beast is still just a beast...

"Be grateful for my mercy. I'll teach you a small lesson today." Frank sneered, ready to enjoy the look of pain on the other's face.

Hehe... Hehe...

Ha ha……"

The uncontrollable laughter gradually grew louder, until it reverberated through the stone walls.

The loud inhalation sounded like an alarm, so powerful that it even created a small whirlwind.

The young man bent over, clutching his stomach without any regard for his image, and tears welled up in his eyes, splashing onto the coarse sand.

Such a physical reaction is downright terrifying for a high-ranking vampire.

He himself had forgotten when the last time he laughed so heartily was, or perhaps...

...After being pulled out of the magical cultivation pool like livestock, I have never had the right to laugh so loudly!

"The covenant is a pact between God and man..." He laughed with extraordinary joy, his breath almost trembling. His handsome face twisted into deep furrows, filled with bloody tears, presenting a strange beauty.

"...not between gods, in other words, that is ineffective against true immortals!"

He looked at the man opposite him like a soaring eagle staring at an ignorant, fat dog, his gaze filled with malice.

"Please answer a question... After seizing the essence of Duke Victor of the Night, I had already reached the [Crown Rank], which represents demigods. After drinking the Holy Grail water and temporarily advancing one rank, what level should I be in now?"

In the blink of an eye, a bone-chilling cold seeped into every inch of his flesh and bone, and a deathly paleness emanated from the man's face. The worldview he believed in, woven from political maneuvering, power, and wealth, was shattered in that instant!

Without the chains around their necks, wild beasts... will eat people!

He screamed hysterically:

"I order you to leave immediately! No... kill yourself immediately!"

However, the thorns that had once graced the sky with light, which were now a sight to behold, were nowhere to be seen.

In his despairing eyes, the skin on his neck and forehead remained smooth, the radiant Isaiah markings were nowhere to be seen, and his cries echoed in the air, but were like stones sinking into the sea, without any response.

Yes, there was a response...

The enormous black bat wings fluttered wildly, their cold, eerie light like stars adorning the vast night sky, gently enveloping everything within them.

"Thank you for your cooperation along the way, my dear friend. Therefore, I will not kill you... at least not before I have properly reminisced about our past 'friendship'..."

The low laughter was incredibly joyful, occasionally interspersed with extremely shrill, inhuman howls, and ethereal, sincere sentiments:

Now, let me add a little something extra to this fine wine called freedom!

Chapter 493 The Ending of the Fairy Tale 6

The high mountain ridge resembles a majestic warrior, overlooking the endless forests and wilderness before it.

The frail flowers and grasses struggled to peek out from the cracks in the rocks, thirstily absorbing the sunlight and rain, even as the strong mountain winds blew them about.

"Ha, we've finally arrived."

Compared to the cruel implications brought about by the river of fate flowing through some shadowy place, the joy here is quite pure.

The laughter was filled with delight, and Edkin kicked his legs with a sigh of relief, easing his tense muscles.

Even with relatively weak physical strength, a typical rugged mountain path should be no problem for a true superhuman, but the spatial structure here is clearly far from normal.

At least in the bard's perception, the fatigue brought about by this tangible distance was not much different from running a marathon while carrying heavy sandbags.

Fortunately, the journey seemed to be coming to an end. After crossing a gentle hillside, a magnificent and imposing ruin suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

Dozens of ancient Greek and Roman-style columns, thick enough to be embraced by two people, are broken horizontally and scattered among the lush weeds. The exquisite mosaic reliefs inlaid with colorful pebbles have almost completely peeled off, standing silently surrounded by cheerful morning glories and dayflowers.

Only the statue deepest inside, with its missing arms, head, and unrecognizable face, still stands against half a wall, as if telling the story of its glorious past.

“Look, the last wise king is over there…” Mr. Otter excitedly leaped ahead, pointing with his shiny black paws.

Without the dutiful NPC providing narration, everyone's attention immediately fell on the open space in the center of the ruins.

A flat and smooth pale white stone platform stands here, with sparse crystalline lines deeply embedded in the texture, possessing both the hardness of granite and the warmth of marble.

At the edge of the stone platform, a large European-style wide-brimmed hat rests quietly.

The brim of the hat rose slightly, and a supple black and yellow tail swayed gently before lifting and revealing a furry figure rolling out...

Well, to be precise, it should be a clump!

With its two pointed ears pressed tightly against its round little head, the tabby cat, with its limbs folded together, is fast asleep, looking like a chubby little ball.

Its adorable appearance is enough to provoke some pet lovers to passionately declare that such a little darling was born to be eaten by its owner, and other perverse remarks.

“My little girl, she’s so cute… I mean, so pitiful.”

Just as Zhu Mingyao had a joke like this in his mind, his shrewish older sister, with her bright eyes, immediately demonstrated it with her own actions.

She chuckled and rubbed her broad palms together, then proceeded to rub and knead the cat's feet, which were wearing little leather boots, until the cat was panting heavily.

Having traveled this far, with the examples from the first three fairy tales as a foundation, even Holger, who dislikes thinking the most, could guess the true identity of the little Hakimi in front of him. Naturally, he could only guess that it was the Druid girl.

Even after being so abused, the kitten just purred and lay on its belly, showing no intention of waking up.

"Please take your places in the four directions and revive the Lion King Aslan!" the hopping otter called out at the opportune moment.

Whether it's my imagination or not, although its speech and behavior have always been lively and no different from normal living beings, a closer look reveals some exaggerated traits, like those of a stage actor. However, at this moment, it appears even more vivid and smooth.

Edkin blinked, his fingers casually plucked the strings twice, he pursed his lips and whistled a melodious tune, saying happily:

"Okay, guys, let's get together and get out of this hellhole as soon as possible."

"Is that even a question?" The burly woman cracked her knuckles and hugged her teammate, who had transformed into a cat, tightly.

According to the explanation, the three people who had just come out of the role-playing, along with their still unconscious companion, stood at the four corners of the stone platform.

With a casual glance, Zhu Mingyao ignored Mr. Otter, who had begun to sing, and instead turned his attention to the damaged murals and statues, seemingly admiring these broken works of art.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the smile on his face deepened until it reached a strange degree.

Strange incantations rang out, like a gentle breeze passing through the mountains and forests, bringing with it the faint echoes of ancient trees and springs. The surrounding air suddenly became heavy, as if it had been filled with a moist, damp atmosphere.

Dewdrops rolled on the surface of the grass blades, nourished by an unknown force. In a short period of time, many plants completed their growth cycle of several years, covering the surface of the ruins with a layer of green.

A sense of ethereal solemnity, combined with a touch of sacredness, quietly arises, and the ruins of the wilderness seem to transform into an ancient and solemn temple in a trance.

“What an interesting trick…” Holger, like a mother hen guarding her nest, cradled the kitten in one hand against his magnificent chest, while the other hand naturally rested on the battle axe at his waist.

The other two lacked the body control of professional soldiers, and their movements to adjust their guarded postures were more obvious, creating a strange and subtle atmosphere.

"The story is certainly quite interesting," someone nearby clicked their tongue and chimed in.

"It was just that we got a little rushed at the end, which made it a bit of a mess."

With a blunt assessment, sharp crimson and white light intertwined in the sky, forming a net that disrupted the gradually intensifying sacred aura. With a single downward slash to the left and right, it trapped the seemingly honest host in the center of the net.

Water and fire clash, metal and wood restrain each other; the rising water vapor evaporates silently, and the growing plants wither instantly.

The damp ground gradually dried with Zhu Mingyao's footsteps. He scratched his chin and asked curiously:

"I'm saying, ancient Greek drama is quite famous in history, so why did it go off-key at the end? At least follow the plot from before, restore Beverly to human form and continue the song, instead of merging the main plot and subplots together? Are you in a hurry?"

The object he was questioning seemed to ignore him, slowly raising its head. The muscles under its fur writhed, and its size increased again and again, swelling several times in a few seconds, completing the transformation from a mustelid to an even-toed ungulate.

The half-goat man with horns on his head and a yellow beard fluttering under his chin spoke indifferently, his thin face showing no disappointment, but rather a hint of helplessness.

"There was no other way. Those two crazy women didn't seem to want to continue playing hide-and-seek, so I had to try my best to speed things up."

Its shriveled body inflated like a balloon, and golden-green patterns, like those of the finest jade, quickly climbed up. The rich natural aura was like that of the most skilled painter, freely expressing his inspiration and depicting a masterpiece that transcends the mundane world on its surface.

Amidst a shattering sound like glass breaking, distant scenery twisted and dimmed, then vanished one after another. One could vaguely see layers of dark clouds encroaching on the mountains, plains, lakes, and marshes, with occasional glimpses of ferocious white ice peaks and azure waves peeking out from among them.

"So please, help an old man who's about to die, with your life... how about it?"

The voices still lingered, the pillars rose again, the high walls mended, and molten bronze swept across like waves, coating the hall floor, which had been pieced together perfectly, with a layer of gilded luster.

In the temple, which had briefly regained its former glory, a towering figure emerged like a ghost, surrounded by dazzling yet mysterious light. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be under its control, creating an illusion of distorted air under the scorching summer sun.

The immense pressure descended like a mountain, and even those who had secretly prepared were all frozen in place, seemingly left with no choice but to await their doom!

Chapter 494

A mountain collapsed

This is not a rhetorical device, but a real event that actually happened.

Dust billowed, obscuring the sky and the roar and collision of rocks sounded like the roar of an ancient beast. It was as if the whole world was stunned into silence by this sudden power.

Even a broken ship has three pounds of nails. As the ancient master of the mountains and forests, Pan, though he has been in decline for thousands of years and has no believers, has squeezed out all the power he has accumulated over a long period of time, and his power is by no means ordinary.

At least at this moment, the instantaneous destructive power He caused officially crossed the boundary between humans and gods, and was a truly divine strike.

Although limited by the laws of the spatial secret realm, the descending mountain peaks are merely manifestations of spiritual energy, but if they hit your head, they are no different from real material objects.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit! Regardless of the opponent's strength, a dying demigod will hold nothing back in order to secure a chance to survive.

Faced with such terrifying force, the few figures were as insignificant as ants, and were inevitably swallowed up by the billowing dust.

No, not all the figures disappeared.

A brilliant golden light suddenly shot out, enveloping a figure as it soared into the sky, hands forming a mudra, pointing to the heavens, and shouting loudly:

"Thunder and lightning, their roar shakes the eight directions. They shatter mountains and overturn peaks, reaching even the grandest granaries. Thunder and fire arrive swiftly, shrouding the clouds and obscuring the light. I now summon you all to the capital. So be it!"

The once clear sky suddenly darkened, and streaks of lightning, like dragons and snakes, twisted and tore through the clouds, coming from all directions, converging at the center, and then crashing down with a deafening roar.

When it comes to dealing with ghosts and spirits, the Xuanmen Taoist arts consider thunder magic to be the foremost!

The majestic mountain peaks suddenly became illusory, then, like a painting thrown into flames, scattered into wisps of blue smoke.

Bathed in a storm of lightning, a thick, emerald-green light curtain rapidly faded, and the body of the upright goat trembled slightly as the hard-earned divine power slowly dissipated.

Even if the divine office he holds is not known for killing, an immortal should not be this weak, but now it can only be said that a tiger has fallen into the plains.

For the Olympian gods, known for their extravagant and hedonistic lifestyle, in an era of lost faith, conserving their power for battle instead of creating followers and palaces for a lavish feast to satisfy their nature was no less difficult than a gluttonous, impoverished person starving themselves to lose weight.

Even so, He still chose to squander it all here, because it was worth it!

Despite the raging lightning, slender afterimages spread from beneath His feet, appearing in a flash—they were several gleaming ivy vines.

At the end of the sturdy vines, the four-person team, tightly bound together, was clearly visible.