I want to be a faded person for life

In an instant, the demigod's body was engulfed in starlight and fell from mid-air.

Xiangzi had no intention of stopping. He waved his staff several times, creating more pyroxene crystals out of thin air, which washed over the ground like rain and hail.

During this process, the girl's eyes had a glass-like texture.

Se Lian's words inexplicably echoed in Xiangzi's ears.

Master knowledge, don't let knowledge master you... I've come to understand this recently, and the closer I get to the essence of the starry sky, the more important this becomes.

The strange emotion in his heart made Xiangzi stop the staff in his hand.

Greg supported himself on the ground with his battle axe, breathing heavily. He had great strength but couldn't hit the bird in the sky.

He reached out and broke off the pyroxene cone nailed to his chest, crushing it into pieces.

The demigod's old armor was cut into pieces, his white hair was disheveled, and blood flowed from the wounds along his deformed body, forming streams on the ground.

He had been forced back to where he had originally stood in the courtyard, near the corpse of the black-feathered flying dragon.

The old man glanced at the dragon corpse with the corner of his eye, and his eyes became crazy again.

"Since I've come this far...it's not too late to make up my mind now."

"For our hometown under the golden tree!"

He raised the battle axe high, and swung it down suddenly, hitting his thick left wrist, where the bones were already exposed.

The left arm, which was covered in armor and made up of multiple limbs, was too thick. Even with Greg's extraordinary strength, he couldn't cut it off cleanly.

“Ah ...

With a shrill howl, Greg raised his left wrist and battle axe and chopped them hard on the ground again.

As the axe blade sank into the stone slab, a severed hand flew several meters away and rolled into the mud twitching.

Blood gushed out like a fountain from his broken wrist, where the bones were visible.

Greg was sweating profusely from the pain, his howls were almost losing their human voice, and his heavy breathing only reminded people of a wounded beast.

"Haaa...Mighty dragon, use your strength—"

He turned suddenly and stabbed the broken bone in his wrist into the dragon's throat.

With a horrific wail, the old man used his shoulders and arms to grab the dragon's corpse and actually tore the dragon's head off alive.

Such a strange scene made Xiangzi forget to attack for a moment.

The howl in Greg's throat gradually turned into intermittent, crazy laughter.

The long-dead dragon corpse connected to his arm suddenly twisted, coughed up dirty blood from its throat, and raised its head to let out a few low growls.

Sparks and black smoke rolled out of its empty eye sockets and rotten mouth.

"King Gefulei, my ancestors—"

The old demigod raised his left arm, which had transformed into a giant dragon, and let out a heroic war roar towards the sky.

The blazing flames tens of meters high distorted the surrounding air, turning the sky blood red.

“…Please bear witness!”

Chapter 39: Dance of Night and Fire

The ground beneath Greg's feet was melting, and the branches and leaves of the trees in the distance quickly lost water and shriveled up, then ignited by the drifting sparks.

Even Xiangzi, who was in an obviously abnormal state, could not bear the sharply rising temperature.

The girl's flowing hair is turning into ashes.

Greg suddenly raised the left arm that was connected to the dragon corpse, and with a bang, a majestic dragon flame more than 20 meters long came towards him.

Before he even touched the flames, Xiangzi had already experienced the horrible burning sensation.

The sword was burning red, leaving no room for escape, as if the entire world was enveloped in a hell of fire.

The scenes in movies where the protagonist rushes through the wall of fire in an instant without any harm are just stunts performed by the actors - the high temperature of dragon flame is enough to melt metal and blow down city walls.

The blood will boil and the body will be fried in its own fat.

She used pyroxene magic without hesitation, even though it would bring her closer to the essence of the starry sky, which was something she would only consider after the battle.

The magic that was originally taught by Seren to strengthen the shield had changed - the blue-green starlight enveloped the girl like a veil, and then condensed into a solid shield.

More crystal clusters emerged from beneath her skin, and the girl's body gradually became stiff, more like a lifeless doll.

The dragon flames scorched the pyroxene crystals, making a sizzling sound. Waves of fire spread outward on the blue-green crystal barrier, and the sound of glass breaking could be heard all around.

Xiangzi and the outer pyroxene crystal layer were pushed out by the dragon flame. She controlled herself to descend to the ground with lower temperature and left the range covered by the dragon flame before the shield was completely broken.

Greg laughed wildly, lowered the dragon head, and strode forward, letting the flames spread forward in a fan shape against the ground.

The rocks wherever he passed melted into red magma, leaving only scorched earth and strangely shaped crystals wherever he passed.

Accompanied by a loud eagle cry, the giant eagle with red and black feathers flapped its wings, and the strong storm forced the dragon flame back and swept in the direction of Greg.

"Useless, all useless!"

The demigod swirled his battle axe in a similar manner to Nepheli, but in terms of strength and completeness of movement, the two were simply incomparable.

Greg stirred up a storm, stirring the dragon flames that pounced on him into a magnificent flaming tornado. Even the pyroxene magic and the sharp feathers of the giant eagle that attacked from afar were crushed by the tornado.

Although he could not defeat the ancient Eagle King in the battle of the storm, Greg could still use this body to harness some of the power of the wind.

Xiangzi finally found Greg's weakness.

The old man was not immune to the flames he released, just like a child wielding a dangerous sword. While killing the enemy, the dragon flame would also pose a danger to himself.

If that's the case, then don't keep distancing yourself from me.

Although he was at an overwhelming disadvantage in terms of strength, Greg had also been severely injured. Connecting his left arm to the giant dragon head would make his body less flexible.

Xiangzi was so confident that with his current condition, he could definitely use the Kalia Greatsword to inflict a fatal wound on Greg that would determine the outcome.

Seeing the faded one charging towards him, the old man was not nervous at all. Instead, he laughed loudly and arrogantly.

"Come, let's fight each other—this is the descendant of warriors, and it's more to my liking!"

Shoko Toyokawa stepped on the molten rock and suddenly moved sideways to avoid the axe that Greg was chopping into the ground. She then leaned back in the nick of time and let the second short-handled axe pass by her nose.

Xiangzi felt that this was not a movement he could do at all. Whenever he thought he had reached the limit of a movement, his body would unconsciously make adjustments and make each movement more perfect.

It was as if a skilled puppeteer was controlling her body with invisible threads, making her perform a gorgeous and dangerous dance on the sword of death.

The two weapons spun at high speed in her hands, and in an instant, more than a dozen wounds were cut on the body of the demigod old man. The blood was vaporized by the high temperature as soon as it splashed out, and the frost left by the cold enchantment instantly evaporated into white mist.

Nepheli, who had just been resurrected through the blessing, hurried back to the courtyard at this time. She was immediately shocked by the hellish battlefield.

Although Sir Baizhi said that Greg was the weakest of all the demigods who wielded the Great Rune, even so... a demigod was still a demigod, and an ordinary knight could not defeat him even if he tried his best.

But what about Xiangzi, who was also a faded person? She didn't even have a holy grail bottle.

The fighting power she displayed at this moment was even slightly superior to Greg's. The two monstrous strongmen were fighting fiercely, and blood and fire were dancing in hell!

This is no longer a battlefield where I can intervene.

But even so, there are still things Neferi can do.

"Oh right...the Holy Grail bottle!"

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Greg, whose chest had been stabbed dozens of times, did not slow down at all and his momentum was still fierce.

However, the Fading One's movements were still getting faster.

Greg seemed to be back in that shameful day.

He tried everything but couldn't even touch the corner of Marennia's clothes, and now... the same situation happened again.

The Faded One nimbly avoided all of his attacks, flying up and down between the axe blades like a deadly butterfly, and the opponent's fighting shadow gradually overlapped with that of the Valkyrie.

Even if he could still hold on for a while with his twisted vitality and willpower, the balance of the battle had already begun to irreversibly tilt towards the other side.

Greg's injuries were becoming increasingly serious, and even some of his relatively unimportant limbs were abandoned by him and chopped off and fell off his body.

He couldn't lose. He couldn't endure such a crushing defeat again... He had already paid such a heavy price, but was he going to get the exact same outcome?

Greg couldn't accept it. The humiliating experience of kneeling and begging for mercy was enough for him once.

The old man's golden eyes were filled with bloodshot. He roared, and the dragon head on his left arm pressed against the ground and released dragon flames under his feet.

The raging flames immediately engulfed the two entangled people.

Xiangzi retreated quickly, but suddenly looked to the side of his body in surprise.

The dragon corpse actually used the flames as a barrier to block its vision. The flames ignited its black feathers, and the flesh and oil also caught fire.

The charred dragon's head broke through the flames and bit towards Xiangzi's side. She immediately made subtle adjustments to her body, but it was too late to escape from the dragon's bite.

Then create a barrier.

However, the barrier condensed by pyroxene had just taken shape when it was shattered by the dagger-like dragon teeth.

The dragon corpse suddenly closed its upper and lower jaws - Xiangzi's left hand holding the sword completely disappeared from the shoulder down.

The girl in mid-air responded instinctively. The straight sword in her right hand instantly expanded to several times its original length under the starlight, and the light blue sword tip pointed diagonally upwards.

Greg's huge body also rushed out of the flames along with the dragon corpse, his clothes, armor, hair and body were all burning fiercely.

But the old man was completely unaware, a wild grin appeared on his twisted face, all the limbs on his thick right wrist were tensed and expanded, and the double-sided battle axe was dragged across the ground violently, leaving dazzling sparks.

The giant sword and the battle axe suddenly collided with each other at completely opposite angles!

Chapter 40: Return Home

The great sword condensed from starlight shattered, and Xiangzi fell to the ground and took several steps back.

The starry sky and the night disappeared, the giant eagle let out an unwilling cry and dissipated into smoke, and the flames on the ground gradually went out.

The girl's body was like a broken doll, losing its silken threads and suddenly falling to the ground. However, Xiangzi still did not fall down. She used her remaining right hand to support her sword and raised her head with difficulty to stare at the other man.

Greg's huge body froze in place. He lowered his hand and dropped his long-handled battle axe heavily to the ground. A huge and hideous wound appeared on the old man's chest, and a huge amount of blood suddenly spurted out of the wound.

The limbs that were originally spliced ​​onto Greg's body fell off one after another and scattered on the ground, leaving behind only a skinny and pale body that was no better than Registrar Gotok's.

The hideous wound also ran across the chest of this body, but the pale flesh that was turned outward had almost no blood to bleed out.

"Hmm... I didn't expect that I would end up like this again."

He was wearing the burnt black cloak, which was too big for Greg now, making his skinny figure look funny and desolate.

The old man tried to lift the golden battle axe carved with beast patterns, but after trying several times, he found that he could not lift it at all.

Greg breathed heavily for a few seconds, and blood oozed out from the wound in his chest again.

He turned his attention to another small battle axe modeled after the King's Axe—the weapon he used before his limb was grafted.

This time, Greg used both hands to exert strength and finally managed to lift it up.

"then!"

Nepheli threw the Holy Grail bottle over, and Xiangzi reluctantly raised his hand to take it, but Greg on the side did not stop him.

Xiangzi bit off the cork with his mouth and drank the whole bottle.

Bones, blood vessels, muscles and skin grew back one after another, but the armor on the left arm disappeared, revealing the white and slender girl's arm.

His body had mostly recovered, but it was still as stiff as a rock.

It was like the gears of a puppet were stuck and all the joints in the body became rusty.

The world before Xiangzi's eyes was still bathed in brilliant starlight. The voices of Greg and Nepheli became very distant, and he had to work hard to distinguish what they were saying.

"He hardly looks like a warrior."

Greg took a quick look and made this comment, but then shook his head.

"...I have been deceived by my own eyes once again, Fader. Tell me your name."

The girl could barely hear the last sentence.

"...Toyokawa Shoko."

Xiangzi held the straight sword in both hands and slowly raised it above his head.

"It doesn't sound like a Kalia name..."

"Forget it, now that I have become what I am now, you seem to have lost that strange power—"