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There was also the faint hiss of gravity magic tearing through the air, and the distant, indistinct sound of wind from the earth below.

Kevin felt the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

After all, no matter what, we're going to be facing Rataen's brother. Even if Xiling says it's not his brother but some other monster, he'll still care a lot.

Kevin opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, all the words seemed to get stuck in his throat. "Never mind..."

Kevin sighed inwardly. It was better for him to keep quiet, since he was so clumsy with words. He might say something wrong and hurt someone. It was better to remain silent.

Kevin gave up struggling and the idea of ​​adjusting his posture. He forced himself to relax his tense body and looked down at the earth rushing past, swallowed by shadows.

Just when Kevin thought the suffocating silence would last all the way to the volcano mansion, Ratahn's deep voice pierced clearly through the howling wind:

“I believe in the King.” Ratahn’s voice was unusually calm, yet carried immense weight, as if he were convincing himself, or as if he were declaring to Kevin.

"My intuition... it tells me that Wang isn't lying. He has no reason to fabricate a lie to deceive me... especially about my family."

Ratahn paused slightly, the night wind ruffling his thick red hair. "Since the Shattered War tore everything apart... I haven't seen my family for far too long. Everything has changed."

Kevin didn't know how to respond, but Ratahn continued.

Rataen's voice continued, as if forging an oath with steel: "Whatever 'that thing' now entrenched in the Volcano Mansion is... whatever it may or may not retain any trace of my brother's consciousness... the Great Rune on his body must be returned to the Silver King! It is the cornerstone of the law, the key to repairing the magic circle."

Rataen's words were like a drawn blade: "If he dares to stand in our way and try to stop the King from restoring order... then he is my enemy, Rataen!"

The declaration resounded like thunder in the night sky. Kevin sensed the unwavering determination within it.

But then, Ratan changed the subject, and a barely perceptible wavering appeared in his steely tone.

“Kevin…” Rataen called Kevin’s name, “I want to ask you something… just a hypothetical question.”

Kevin said softly, "Go ahead."

Ratan was silent for a moment before finally uttering the heavy question: "What if... I mean, what if... what if the King made a misjudgment? What if... there's still hope for Rakad?"

"Then... may I... beg the king for a pardon? Beg him... to spare Rakad's life? Even if it means imprisoning him forever..."

Kevin fell into a long silence. The night wind howled past them, the outline of the volcano beneath their feet became clearer and clearer, and the smell of sulfur seemed to have already entered their nostrils.

After a long silence, Kevin finally spoke, his voice low and serious:

"If... such a misjudgment really did occur, Xiling... he won't let you do it, he won't force you to... end your own blood relatives with your own hands."

Kevin could clearly feel that Ratahn's tense muscles seemed to relax a little, and the heaviness surrounding him seemed to dissipate somewhat.

However, Kevin harbored an even colder, more certain judgment in his heart, which he did not voice:

But the possibility of such a misjudgment... simply does not exist.

Kevin's gaze pierced through the night, as if he could already see the blasphemous throne deep within the volcano.

When Xiling said he wanted to kill him, it meant that Xiling really wanted to kill this person.

If they fail to kill Rakad this time, Xiling will definitely personally take up the Holy Sword and set foot on this volcano.

Kevin exhaled, feeling the heat wave wash over him, and looked ahead—

Destination—the Volcano Residence has arrived.

As they reached the top of the volcano mansion, they were noticed by some people, including the faded ones and a few marginalized individuals who still retained their twisted sanity after the shattering of the Dharma Ring, who all looked up.

Panic spread like wildfire! "That...that is...!"

"Shattered... Shattered Star General! Rataen!"

“Impossible! That person isn’t in Red Lion City…and he…” The incredulous whisper was quickly drowned out by a gasp of fear.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, "Shattered Star" Rataen, a name that symbolizes the pinnacle of military power during the Shattered Wars, is enough to terrify anyone who knows his deeds.

Tanis, the mistress of the Volcano Mansion, stands on the terrace in her finest attire.

The moment she saw the figure in the air, her face showed undisguised horror and panic!

"Why...why?!" Her voice trembled unusually. "Why has that lord descended upon this place?!" Her intelligence was severely outdated; she didn't know that Ratahn had broken free from the shackles of crimson corruption, nor did she know that he had sworn allegiance to the new Silver King! But none of that mattered now. The only important thing was: Ratahn had come! He had come to the territory of his brother, Rakad!

Whether Ratan's intentions were good or bad, it was only right and proper for him, as the elder brother, to meet the master of the Volcano Mansion, his younger brother Rakkad.

But the question is—is Laqad still presentable now?

Deep within that magnificent mansion, atop the altar, no longer dwells the former judge, but a blasphemous serpent that devours the flesh and blood of gods and desecrates the very essence of life! How could that twisted, enormous monster, exuding an ominous aura, be exposed before Rataen?

"Absolutely! Ratahn must not see the Lord!" Alarm bells rang in Tanis's mind; fear almost suffocated her. She had to stop it, at all costs!

However, just as Tasni was thinking this...

Ratan, suspended in mid-air, abruptly stopped! It wasn't that he was actively seeking out the gaze, but rather that a vast, viscous, and malicious gaze, filled with endless greed and blasphemy, pierced through the thick volcanic rock wall like a cold, filthy tentacle and locked onto him!

That gaze came from the deepest part of the mansion, from that blasphemous throne!

The instant he was locked on, Ratahn's eyes sharpened like knives! "Found you... the blasphemous serpent!" His deep roar rolled like thunder across a volcano. Without any guidance, this nakedly malevolent aura instantly pinpointed the source of his target—deep within the volcano beneath his feet!

“Then I’ll leave this to you. I don’t have that kind of strength at night.” Kevin gave Ratahn a thumbs up and then jumped off Ratahn’s arm.

No more words were needed. *Whoosh!* The magical light emanating from Ratan reached its peak instantly! The violent gravitational field distorted space, and the air groaned under the immense pressure! The two massive swords on his back, symbols of his shattered star warrior prowess, were manipulated by the surging gravity...

With a "clang," it automatically detached from the back buckle, as if grasped by an invisible giant hand, and landed steadily in Ratahn's hand!

Under the pull of magic, the ends of the two giant blades instantly and precisely aligned and meshed like magnets! Accompanied by a heavy metallic clang, a gigantic double-headed gravity spinning blade with an even more terrifying design and a blade length approaching Ratahn's height appeared in the world!

Ratahn's muscles bulged like mountains, and a violent power surged from his feet to his waist and abdomen, finally converging in his arms! Ratahn let out a roar!

"Drink--!!!"

The power that had been building up to its peak erupted with a deafening roar! He hurled the double-bladed blade with supersonic speed! The spinning giant blade sliced ​​through the air with a piercing shriek! It carried the weight of a mountain being shattered, and like a falling comet, it instantly pierced through the thick rock walls and layers of buildings of the volcano mansion!

*Thud!* A muffled, chilling sound of flesh being pierced through the rock shattered echoed clearly from the depths of the volcano!

"Hissing hoots—!!!!!" Immediately afterwards, an indescribably shrill serpentine wail erupted from inside the volcano, a mixture of endless pain and overwhelming rage!

The sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, shaking the entire volcano mansion! The blasphemous serpent had been struck! Ratahn's thunderous strike, imbued with the power of shattered stars, pierced precisely through its massive, twisted serpentine body!

The wailing hadn't even stopped! Boom—!!! Another, even more ferocious figure followed closely behind the massive passage ripped open by the spinning blade, descending like a meteor! It was Ratahn himself! His massive body was accelerated to its limit by gravity magic, carrying immense force, and in the most violent and direct way—descending from the sky, stomping heavily on the very center of the giant serpent's hideous head!

Boom!!! Crack—!!! Rocks shattered! Flesh and blood flew everywhere! This strike contained all of Rataen's rage, a Star-Shattering Trample! It pierced through the stars!

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They saw Rataen take direct action and heard the mournful howl of a giant snake echoing from inside the volcano.

Tanis's piercing scream rang out: "Stop him! Absolutely—absolutely not! We can't let Ratahn hurt Lord Rakad!!!"

The order was given.

But then an eerie silence descended.

The faded ones, the servants of the volcano mansion, everyone looked at each other, their eyes beneath helmets or hoods conveying silent fear and absurdity.

They're fighting Ratahn—that Shattered Star General, really?

Will it win?

It's safe to say that it's sealed.

Not to mention... from the depths of the volcano once again came inhuman, agonizing screams! Hoarse, twisted, filled with endless pain and blasphemous rage!

'What was that wailing...?' Countless horrified gazes were cast toward the massive breach deep within the official residence, pierced by immense force and billowing with smoke and dust.

What... is lurking inside?

People don't know.

But after a brief silence, the crowd began to stir.

They resolutely took up arms, some for their so-called ideals, others for foolish loyalty.

Even worse, some lack willpower and simply blindly follow orders.

However, these people encountered an obstacle as they were about to move forward.

Ahead on the road, dark armor covered his entire body, even his face was hidden in the shadow of his helmet.

Only the cold, indifferent slit in the helmet's eye area flickered with two points of light, like icy embers.

He leaned on a black greatsword with one hand, exuding a suffocating heaviness and a chilling aura of death. The tip of the sword was deeply embedded in the volcanic rock beneath his feet, and cracks spread out like a spider web.

That was Kevin after he separated from Ratahn.

Facing the oncoming crowd, Kevin calmly drew his black sword and pointed it at them.

The sound came through the visor, muffled, cold, and completely devoid of emotion:

"friend……"

"Or is it the enemy?"

"Choose."

.......

Almost at the same moment, in the distant lake district, atop the spire of the magic academy's tower, constructed of massive radiant stones and symbolizing the academy's highest center of power, stood a figure and sat a figure.

"How did you drive up here?" The faded one looked behind him, seemingly not understanding how he had gotten up here.

"You don't know how to accelerate in a straight line? Find a winding slope, go all out, and you'll be up there," Xiling gave a thumbs up.

The faded one didn't want to mention that he had arrived in this place in the blink of an eye, and besides, this wasn't the time to talk about it...

Countless gazes converged upwards—mage apprentices, radiant stone instructors, knights of Kalia, and stargazers were all stunned by the intruder who had breached the academy's core defenses.

That's outrageous! Without any attempt at concealment, the intruder broke through the academy's barrier in an instant.

Sitting in her wheelchair, Xiling hovered steadily at the highest point. Looking down at the chaos, the gasps, and the rapidly gathering magical light, a slight smile played on her lips.

Swish—! Like the dawn tearing through the night, the Holy Sword was drawn by Xiling! Xiling raised it high, the tip pointing directly at the cold, bright moon overhead!

At that moment, silvery-white magic surged into the holy sword, and its light instantly surged! Pure, majestic, and unquestionable power swept down like a tangible tide, instantly suppressing the radiant magic light rising from all parts of the academy, as if declaring who was the true master of this world!

Just as the holy sword's light reached its peak, Xiling's voice, like a divine oracle, resounded throughout the entire Realucalia Magic Academy, piercing through every tower and echoing in every corner:

"I am the King of the Silver Law: Xiling!"

The sound was like a resounding bell, shaking one's very soul! After a brief silence, there was an even deeper shock and panic.

Xiling's voice continued, clear yet carrying an unyielding will, offering the ancient magic academy its final choice—or rather, its command:

"At this moment, I offer two choices to the Reallucaria Magic Academy—"

The holy sword's light suddenly intensified, like a second moon rising!

"Submission..."

The oppressive force descended like a mountain, causing countless mages to feel their magic power stagnate and their knees to go weak!

"or--"

"Conquered!"

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I'm completely burned out, author.

Chapter 49 Valkyrie Malenia

The Rhea Lucaria Magic Academy, a long-forgotten academy, welcomed its first guest, and a thoroughly wicked one at that.

What a ridiculous notion it is to submit or be conquered.

They are high-ranking mages; how could they possibly submit so easily?

Thus, the mages who still retained their rationality, and those who lacked it, launched an attack on the Silver King.

But it was useless.

When the Radiant Stone magic approached the two people at the top of the tower, it went out of control, as if manipulated by someone else, and turned towards other magic that was approaching them.

And the one who caused all of this was the faded one who held the staff.