I want to be a faded person for life

According to Neferi Lu, the Holy Grail Bottle is a replica of the Golden Tree Holy Grail. It can preserve some of the power of blessing in the form of dew drops. Drinking it can immediately heal injuries and replenish physical strength.

The Holy Grail bottle containing blue dew drops is used to replenish magic power.

Xiangzi was so angry that she was shaking all over. If she had known that there was such a convenient thing, how could she have won every battle so hard?

"Melina...you were eavesdropping on me, weren't you? So there's a thing called a blood bottle at the border?"

A few seconds later she heard Melina's voice.

"I didn't eavesdrop."

"...and you didn't ask me."

In a rare move, Melina answered her question without showing up.

In fact, Melina, as a spirit, did not have anything like a Holy Grail of Dettol on her.

"Who was that just now?"

"...My useless witch lady."

Nepheli patted Xiangzi on the shoulder and generously handed him the Holy Grail of Dettol.

"Never mind. I'll give you this bottle. I don't need Blue Dettol anyway."

Xiangzi took the Holy Grail bottle, pulled out the cork and drank a little carefully.

The first taste is as thick and cool as maple syrup, and the taste is refreshing and bitter.

With just a small sip, her magic power was completely replenished, and about one third of the dew in the holy grail bottle was consumed.

"Okay, let's go together."

Xiangzi let the pumpkin-headed swordsman walk in front, and the others followed through the archway into the courtyard.

The castle and this courtyard were built on the highest point of the cliff. On both sides of the wide road paved with gray stones, there were countless tombstones of various sizes.

A creature with a very strong presence was coiled on a towering stone pillar.

That's a dragon.

It is the dragon that is at the top of the creatures in most of the fantasy stories Xiangzi knows.

It has two legs and two wings, few scales, and most of its body is covered with black feathers similar to those of birds. Its huge head has curved horns and rugged, hideous bone spurs.

The dragon's wings spread out angrily, like broken flags pointing to the sky on an ancient battlefield.

It has been dead for a long time.

"...We are both descendants of dragons."

The unusually tall old man was wearing a golden robe.

He stroked the dragon's corpse with his bony fingers, his touch gentle as if he was mourning a deceased old friend.

"Your power is unquestionable—it can push this king to a higher level."

The old man clenched his fingers in the air, as if he wanted to grasp everything in his palm.

He looked back in the direction of the archway.

"Gotok, you're back... my foolish son."

Although Xiangzi had already used the soul-calling bell to send back Gotok's ashes, the thin and tall guard still appeared in the wind.

He was looking at his father with extremely complicated eyes, resentment, anger and... a hint of longing that he was unwilling to admit.

The old man sighed in disappointment.

"You're a good-for-nothing kid. I never intended for you to join my cause, whether it's reattaching a limb or returning to my hometown—just let me do it."

He paused for a long time before shaking his head.

"But even in the safest place, you still died, and died like a weakling."

The old man's golden cloak began to move, and dozens of strong arms wearing different armors pushed open the robe covering it, revealing an extremely luxurious yet tattered old armor.

"Hmph, after all... even if he's useless, Gotok is still my son."

"Just a few faded ones, but they are quite arrogant."

The old man straightened his originally hunched body, and his already unusually tall figure almost doubled in height.

"Don't kneel down yet."

The heavy golden battle axe fell to the ground, as if causing a tiny earthquake.

"You are here to see me, the Golden King."

Chapter 36 The Golden King

The white hair on both sides of the old man's golden crown was braided into two braids, and his cloudy eyes were almost blended with the whites of his eyes.

Xiangzi seemed to have seen this look somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where it was at the moment.

That's...Grek the Limb-Gatherer!

Xiangzi could feel his body trembling. The old man in front of him was completely different from the limb-removed nobleman.

She had never seen such a strange feeling in any of her enemies before.

In her glass-like eyes, the golden light representing the power of Rune on Greg's body was like a torch rising into the sky, but for some reason, it was mixed with some strange black shadows.

The old man stretched out an exceptionally strong arm—it seemed to be made by stitching together the arms of countless warriors.

Xiangzi noticed that Greg did not use multiple weapons like the limb-attached nobles. Even though he had far more limbs than the latter, the only weapon he used was a golden battle axe carved in the shape of a beast.

This didn't seem to align with the initial evidence of battle she'd seen on Stonewell's outer walls—could he have hidden other weapons, and where?

While thinking, Greg pointed at the girl with his big hand covered with golden and black nails and hooked his finger provocatively.

"come over."

Although reason told Xiangzi that he should use more reliable long-range means to test the waters, his feet had already stretched forward involuntarily.

Ever since they entered the courtyard, she, Nefeli, and the other ashes had been completely overwhelmed by Greg, and even their bodies uncontrollably obeyed his will.

"Let me go first."

Nepheli pressed Xiangzi's shoulders from behind, and the latter immediately felt his body relax and regain his control.

Although Xiangzi had clearly expressed his refusal, the female warrior still fulfilled her promise and attacked first.

Xiangzi, who had regained control of his body, immediately ordered the swordsmen to rush to the front.

The swordsman swung the flail, but even his tall body seemed a little dwarfed in front of the demigod Greg, and the old man caught the flail with his hands nonchalantly.

But Nepheli had already reached his blind spot on the other side.

Greg ignored the female warrior beside him and just pounded his battle axe into the ground again.

The ground in the courtyard shook a little. It was not an illusion but a real earthquake. The old man just hit the ground with his battle axe with one hand, which was enough to make the whole courtyard shake.

Nepheli stopped the attack in time, jumped back in shock, and readjusted her balance in mid-air.

But the swordsman in the deep darkness could not find anything unusual. He relied on sound to identify the direction, but he became completely blind in the earth-shaking sound. He could only squat on the ground and look around blankly.

Greg, who was still standing there, raised his battle axe and casually chopped it off the pumpkin-shaped helmet.

Although it was just a casual strike, the axe blade made a terrifying low whistle that twisted the air.

With a dull clang, the tall swordsman flew backwards, smashing several tombstones until he came to a stop after crashing into a big tree.

Withered yellow leaves and broken branches fell like rain.

"Wow...it's pretty solid."

Greg glanced at his battle axe and then put it down again.

"I was going to chop off your head. Please save your life, Gladiator."

The golden pumpkin head sank inward, and the swordsman struggled to get up from the ground, but he lost his balance and fell back before he finished the action.

"Pumpkinhead!"

Xiangzi's eyelids twitched, and a storm immediately gathered on her straight sword.

The wind blade passed by quickly, breaking the grass and trees wherever it passed, but it suddenly disintegrated into nothingness the moment it touched the axe.

"Storm Blade, Eric's move—hohahaha, are you going to use the moves of my knights against me?"

Greg seemed to have seen some funny joke. He raised his long-handled battle axe and used his extremely twisted body to pose in a posture that Xiangzi felt was particularly familiar.

"Today, the king will show you mercy and let you experience what a true storm is."

Strong winds from all directions gathered towards the axe blade, and the high-speed rotating airflow almost blurred Xiangzi's vision. The place where Greg stood instantly turned into the eye of a typhoon.

As the axe blade swung, the vortex scraped a continuously extending groove on the solid stone brick ground, carrying gravel and soil towards the girl.

Xiangzi immediately took off the shield from behind, and the blue-green magic light covered the surface of the round shield, forming a solid protection.

She half-crouched down, her knees pressed against the ground, and raised her shield to prepare for the storm's onslaught.

The vortex arrived in an instant, and the demonized shield flickered a few times in the wind, then shattered in an instant! Xiangzi's body was swept away by the gust of wind like a rag doll.

The wolf spirit immediately pounced behind the girl and used its body to bear the huge impact for her.

The hurricane, deflected by the shield, then swept high into the sky, startling the flock of crows above Stonewell. The crows screamed and fled in all directions, leaving black feathers all over the sky.

The three wolf spirits and the girl were smashed against the wall, and one of them instantly disappeared. Xiangzi stood up with difficulty, covering his breastplate and coughing up blood.

Her ribs were just broken.

Kulala, who was the least affected in the air, swelled up into red and spewed out a large amount of poisonous mist that covered the courtyard with all her strength.

"Drink!"

Nepheli finally seized the opportunity, swung her two battle axes in a circle, leaped high, and slashed at Greg in the fog with storms and arcs of lightning.

The collision of metal made a sharp roar.

Two storms traveling in opposite directions collided with each other, and the strong wind pressure suddenly blew away the surrounding poisonous fog, creating a spherical blank area in the center of the courtyard.

Greg used one of his arms under his ribs to raise his shorter battle axe and block Neferi's attack.

The electric arc shot along the axe handle and hit the old man's armor, but the latter did not react at all.

"Since it's a surprise attack, we should remain silent."

"and--"

For the first time, a hint of anger appeared on Greg's face.

"You, are you worthy of using an axe?"

The ferocious fighting skills broke the female warrior's posture, and she flew backwards with a stream of blood, and one of the hatchets spun and nailed to the tree trunk.

At this moment, the huge light blue sword blade cut through the poisonous smoke and fell silently towards the neck of the half-body.

The fallen Nepheli had drunk the red dew and stood up again. The huge wound on her chest that almost spanned her body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"So the one with the axe was a feint?"

After a huge roar, the poisonous smoke was blown in all directions.

Greg used the four arms on his back to catch the blade of Kalia's sword at the same time. The magic sword left a few centimeters deep cut in the palm of their palms, and could no longer cut further.

Twenty fingers pinched the blade of the giant sword, and then exerted force together.

Cracks spread across the Starlight Greatsword, and with a crisp sound of glass breaking, the Kalia Greatsword was crushed into pieces all over the sky.

"...Well, not bad at all—for a bunch of bastards."

He separated one of the countless limbs that made up his thick arms and punched Xiangzi hard in the face.

The girl's body spun several times in the air, then slid along the ground, leaving a glaring blood mark.

Chapter 37: Marionettes Dancing Under the Moon

After taking a direct hit, Xiangzi lay on the ground, motionless.

The summoned ashes began to dissipate and turn into smoke.

After just a brief confrontation, Nepheli Lu was the only one left standing in front of Greg in the courtyard.

"What moves do you have? Use them all."

The old man did not pursue, but put down the golden battle axe and returned to his original position, then hooked his finger at the female warrior.