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At the edge of the cliff, the faded man covered his ears tightly, his face contorted in pain.

"This guy didn't even warn me beforehand..."

The man, his face fading, gritted his teeth and rubbed his ringing eardrums. "I feel like my ears are going to break."

The Faded One shook his head, the ringing in his ears still not completely gone. He looked down and muttered to himself, "If I do this... will that guy really come?"

Before he finished speaking, the pool of blood in front of him suddenly began to churn.

The viscous blood churned as if boiling, then slowly rose and transformed into a human figure.

Unlike Mongert's simple attire, the other party was dressed in gorgeous clothes, had several horns on his head, and was holding a huge spear in his hand. That was Mongert.

Mengge stared at Mengge for a long time before finally speaking, "...It's been a long time, brother. I didn't expect you to come looking for me."

"Perhaps I should have come sooner."

Looking at his brother Munger, Monger felt a mix of emotions. He hadn't seen him in a long time, since the war.

Upon hearing what Mongot said, Mongot shook his head. "You shouldn't have come. Continue guarding your capital, brother... don't interfere with me."

Montgomery: "Michaela's allure—has it really gotten you this deep?"

He had expected Monger to argue back, or even berate him. However—

Monger simply nodded slightly, readily admitting:

"Yes."

Immediately, he took something out of his pocket—a large silver rune, its pure light standing out starkly against the blood mist.

“If it weren’t for this… the great rune that caused the change…” Munger stared at the rune in his hand, his fingertips gently stroking it, “perhaps I would still be captivated by Michaela’s allure.”

“But now… Michaela’s allure is no longer something I need to worry about.”

Monger retrieved the Great Rune and looked at Mongert. "So... let's go back, brother."

Mongot gripped his cursed sword. "Even if the enchantment is broken, do you still believe that as long as Michaela becomes your partner, your dynasty will come?"

At that moment, their auras changed.

"...Don't stop me, brother."

The Silver Law can purify negative influences, but it cannot affect an individual's faith. Even after breaking Michaela's spell, Munger still firmly believed in the Mother of Truth.

Faced with Monger's change, Mongert adopted a fighting stance: "You are heading towards the abyss, and as your brother, I... must stop you."

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Chapter Thirty-Five: Those not blessed with gold received the blessing of silver.

clang--!

The crimson spear and the cursed sword clashed violently, and the splattered blood twisted and deformed in mid-air, transforming into dozens of ferocious blood hounds with gleaming fangs, tearing at Mongot.

Mongert's arm muscles bulged, and he suddenly exerted force to knock Monger back. At the same time, the cursed sword in his hand turned into a blur and killed all the bloodhounds that pounced on him.

Monger, who had been knocked away, landed smoothly on the ground. He looked at Mongert and spread his hands, saying, "Brother, you've become weaker. Where is the Golden Law you believe in? Why don't you use it here?"

Montgomery didn't speak, but gripped his sword tighter. A new era had arrived; gold had been replaced by silver. The world no longer had the blessing of gold, so how could it use gold to pray?

Seeing that Monger remained silent, he confirmed his suspicions, and at that moment, Monger laughed. His laughter was extremely arrogant.

His laughter echoed underground.

Hahahahahaha!

The Golden Law had simply disappeared, or rather, been replaced. How could he not be happy about that?

He didn't know the specifics of what had happened, but the demise of the Golden Law was enough to fill him with ecstasy. The law that had once oppressed and imprisoned him... had finally come to an end!

Monger stood quietly, watching his younger brother laugh unrestrainedly. Only when the laughter subsided did Monger look up again:

"Brother..."

"Have you come to worship a new king?"

The silence of Montgomery echoed above the pool of blood.

Monger stared at him, taking the silence as tacit agreement—if he had not already pledged allegiance to the new king, why would his brother stand here, facing him with swords drawn?

He slowly extended his hand, his voice low and earnest:

"Brother... come to my side."

"Rather than serving others, let's join forces, brothers."

"We will surely create a new dynasty."

Looking at his brother's earnest expression, Montgomery closed his eyes in anguish. At that moment, he knew that his brother was beyond redemption. The other brother firmly believed that the dynasty would surely come, but Montgomery could tell him with certainty that it was absolutely impossible!

The path guided by the evil god Mother of Truth will only lead to destruction.

Sensing the gradually sharpening aura emanating from his elder brother, Munger slowly withdrew his hand, his tone tinged with regret:

"Without the Golden Prayer... Brother, how will you contend with me?"

"Of course, this is how we will confront you."

Just as Monger was about to say something more, an unfamiliar voice suddenly broke into the fray—

"Giant Demonic Gravel!"

A dazzling magical light fell from the sky, heading straight for Munger's face!

Monger frowned, raised his hand and waved it, and the blood pool beneath his feet instantly surged, transforming into a scarlet barrier that forcefully blocked the attack.

He coldly raised his eyes and looked up—

The Faded One landed slowly, surrounded by the lingering effects of gravity magic. Upon landing, it gave Mongot a thumbs-up and grinned.

"Compared to those guys, I might be a bit ordinary..."

"But I'm still quite confident when it comes to magic."

"so--"

"Go for it!"

Mongot looked at the faded one's thumbs-up gesture and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"...Heh, then I'll leave it to you."

"Faded One... Brother, how could you stoop so low as to associate with such scum?"

Monger's voice was laced with contempt, but before he could finish speaking, Mongert had already sprung into action!

Even without the Golden Prayer, Mongot's body, honed by countless battles, remained terrifying. The cursed sword tore through the air, forcing Mongot back several steps. Sparks flew as the spear clashed with the cursed sword. Before Mongot could make his next move, the blood magic that Mongot had been secretly gathering suddenly erupted. Thick waves of blood surged from the ground like venomous snakes, heading straight for Mongot's throat!

However, the blood wave solidified in mid-air.

A dazzling burst of radiance magic struck first, precisely intercepting the wave of blood. The moment the two magical forces collided, the blood was violently shattered, turning into foul-smelling raindrops that fell.

"what!"

The Faded One stood there silently, an intricate magic circle unfolding beneath his feet, with countless magically imbued pebbles floating around him like stars.

Faced with Munger's astonished gaze, the Faded One's lips curled up slightly.

He did say that compared to those friends, he was very ordinary, even somewhat humble.

But if we're talking about magic...

He was very confident.

He is the faded one, an existence unblessed by any blessing.

As a descendant of warriors, he couldn't even lift a greatsword. In the chaotic wilderness beyond the border, powerless, he could do nothing but run away. Every day, he dodged natural disasters and man-made calamities, watching those around him fall one by one.

Weak, humble, and barely surviving.

—Until he came into contact with magic.

Magic—

How amazing!

The Faded One had repeatedly lamented that learning magic was the best decision he had ever made. Because the moment his fingertips first touched the Radiant Stone and he felt the flow of magic, his life was completely changed.

He was no longer the weakling who could only flee for his life in the wilderness.

He joined a chat group and met three other friends.

The person named Hero Xiling led me into various ruins in search of magic, which he called adventure exploration.

The high school student named Kevin introduced me to all sorts of new things, which he called entertainment.

The Sakota named Remian, having only recently awakened, was unable to engage in other activities, but would always invite them to afternoon tea, which she called team building.

The Faded One felt that joining the chat group was the happiest thing in his life; those days were ordinary yet warm. The Faded One spent his days studying magic in the ruins, laughing and joking with his friends, and even thought at one point that this happiness might last forever.

But he knew in his heart: it was impossible.

Kevin's world is about to face the crisis of destruction. As a hero, Xiling is destined to fight the Demon King. No matter how relaxed they are on weekdays, the shadow of disaster has never dissipated.

He didn't want to lose them.

Therefore, he must become stronger!

So he studied and improved magic with all his might, and he was confident that his mastery of magic was second to none!

Monger had never felt such intense pressure. His brother, Mongert, the man who had guarded the royal city with his ominous aura, carried a battle spirit honed through countless trials with every strike. What did it matter if there was no blessing from the Golden Prayer? His sword was already etched into his very bones, becoming instinct.

As for Munger himself... he hadn't truly fought in a long time.

"Qiang——!"

The cursed sword and spear clashed once more, sparks flying. Monger's attacks grew increasingly ferocious, as if he had completely abandoned defense, each strike carrying a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve. Monger's tiger's mouth was ripped open, blood trickling down his wrist, but he didn't even have a chance to catch his breath.

He tried to use blood magic to force his brother back, but every time the spell was about to take shape—

"The pyroxene comet!"

The Faded One's magic always strikes first, precisely interrupting his incantation. The suspended brilliance stones, like living stars, block all his possible routes of counterattack.

"damn it……!"

Monger's pupils contracted, his thoughts racing.

If this continues, defeat is inevitable!

We must deal with that troublesome fader first!

"Ugh—!"

He suddenly created an opening, forcefully taking a horizontal slash from Mongot's chest! In the instant blood splattered, his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Montgomery leaped up, raising his cursed sword high, intending to give chase—

(wrong……!)

Mongot, who was in mid-air, suddenly sensed something was wrong, but it was too late to change his move!

"Crack-!"

The "Monger" who was knocked away turned into a pool of blood in mid-air and disappeared without a trace.

Monger, who was knocked away, turned into blood and disappeared in front of the two. When he reappeared, he was already next to the Faded One, and without any hesitation, he plunged his spear, imbued with blood magic, down fiercely.

"Die, you lowly faded one!"

When the Faded One was about to present the grand gift he had been preparing for so long to Munger, who had suddenly appeared before him, an unexpected event occurred...

The sound of something cutting through the air reached Mong's ears, and his expression changed. A familiar force was rapidly approaching from behind him. The opponent was very fast. After making a mental judgment, Mong immediately abandoned his attack on the Faded One and held his spear in front of his chest.