Anime Crossover: I, the Shadow King, slaughter my way through DanMachi!

As the ultimate life form with the bloodline of the Eternals, he was not like the Demon King Muzan, who feared sunlight.

"Yes, as expected of Lord Shadow, Rem is also looking forward to that day!"

Rem smiled sweetly and poured him a cup of hot tea, the delicate aroma of which filled the air.

Having eliminated the two major threats, the White Whale and Sloth, gained immense prestige, and recruited capable individuals, Emilia's path to becoming queen has finally taken a solid and powerful step forward.

Of course, Yingping is well aware that doing this is far from enough.

The Witch Cult has not been completely eradicated, and the other Archbishops of Sin and contenders for the Royal Selection will not stand idly by and watch Emilia rise to power.

But at least for now, he can relax a little and enjoy this hard-won moment of leisure.

Let's wait and see what happens when the storm comes.

The afternoon sun brought a drowsy warmth, and the air was filled with the scent of Rem.

Yingping had only been dozing off, but in this tranquility and comfort, he gradually relaxed completely.

My breathing became even and long, and I drifted into a state between sleep and wakefulness.

Now that his body has evolved to this extent, he has long since gained the ability to control dreams.

While it may be called a dream, it is actually a process of using the subconscious to drive and analyze various things.

Rem, who had been standing quietly by his side, keenly noticed the change in Yingping's state.

After discovering that Yingping had fallen asleep, she carefully and lightly approached, leaned down, and gazed intently at his sleeping face with her large eyes.

Ying Ping lost his usual sharpness and unfathomable nature.

At this moment, his face was serene, and his handsome features appeared exceptionally gentle in the sunlight.

Long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyelids, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, revealing a rare relaxed expression.

Lord Shadow... These past few days, for Lady Emilia and for everyone, you've had to undergo rigorous training every day and travel around dealing with various forces... It must have been very tiring...

A feeling of pity and tenderness welled up in Rem's heart, and her gaze unconsciously became infatuated.

The more she looked at Ying Ping, the more she found his handsome appearance captivating, and an indescribable emotion welled up within her.

By some strange twist of fate, perhaps due to the atmosphere, or perhaps due to the quiet stirrings of suppressed emotions within, things took a turn for the better.

A charming blush rose on Rem's cheeks.

"I hope we won't be discovered!"

"Well, even if you get caught, it doesn't matter. Just boldly admit that you like him and confess directly!"

"Go Rem!"

As if she had been half convinced by herself, she leaned down lightly and quickly, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and placed a gentle kiss on Yingping's cheek.

After a cool, smooth touch, they separated immediately.

After doing all this, Rem's heart was pounding like a deer.

As she felt ashamed and flustered by her bold actions—

"Hey, little girl."

"What were you doing sneakily while Shadow was sleeping?"

A childish voice, clearly filled with dissatisfaction, rang out from behind, breaking the tranquility.

Rem froze in fright, straightened up abruptly, and turned around to see Beatrice standing with her hands on her hips, cheeks puffed out, staring at her with displeasure.

The look in his eyes was as if someone had secretly touched his beloved toy.

"Lady Beatrice!"

Rem quickly lowered her head, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her skirt, her cheeks flushed crimson. "I...I was just...checking if Lord Shadow needed more tea..."

"Hmph, trying to cover up the truth, what a blatant lie, Cassila."

Beatrice couldn't help but let out a soft snort and said 650 in an annoyed tone.

Just then, Ying Ping, who was on the recliner, let out a barely audible chuckle and slowly opened his eyes.

Those scarlet eyes held a hint of languor from just waking up, but more than anything, they held amusement.

"Betty, come here."

Yingping's voice was hoarse from just waking up as he smiled and reached out his hand to Beatrice.

When Beatrice saw that Yingping was awake, she immediately dropped Rem and rushed over like a happy little bird, letting Yingping pick her up and place her on his lap.

"Shadow! Betty didn't mean to wake you up, it's because someone was doing something bad while you were sleeping!"

Beatrice wrapped her arms around Yingping's neck and tilted her head up to explain, but then glanced triumphantly at Rem, as if declaring her ownership.

Yingping affectionately ruffled Beatrice's soft, golden curls and smiled, "It's alright, I wasn't really asleep anyway, I was just resting with my eyes closed."

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked meaningfully at Rem, who was still frozen in place, with a half-smile playing on his lips.

"I probably woke up while someone was secretly observing me."

"Wh-what!"

Upon hearing this, Rem's pretty face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe apple!

She felt her heart pounding so hard it was about to burst out of her chest, and the image of the stolen kiss she had just given him kept replaying in her mind—

So it turns out Lord Shadow knew everything!

She was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground. Her ears turned blushed, and she lowered her head, clutching the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands. She couldn't say a word.

Seeing Rem's embarrassed and adorable appearance, Yingping's smile deepened, but he didn't say anything more.

He simply continued to gently stroke Beatrice's hair in his arms, savoring the unparalleled warmth and tranquility of the moment.

Chapter 139 In the Holy Realm, a Trial Beyond the Past! [Please Subscribe]

Early morning three days later.

Yingping finally decided to set off for the place known as the Holy Land.

To be precise, the Sanctuary is the tomb where witches' souls are imprisoned.

The goal of winning or drawing is clear—

It was to meet Echidna, the Witch of Greed, who was sealed deep within the tomb.

Based on Roswaal's account and the plot he himself knew, it was almost impossible to see Echidna's soul right away.

But there is another way to meet her—

That was by passing the first of the three trials of the Holy Land, which aroused the interest of this curious witch, and she invited him to the dream city constructed in her spiritual realm.

They have earned the right to participate in the Witch's Tea Party.

After entrusting the defense of the mansion and the safety of everyone to the trustworthy Reinhard, Winping set off on his journey to the Sanctuary with only Roswaal as his guide and witness.

Passing through a faint, shimmering barrier, the view suddenly opened up before me.

Unlike the lush forests outside, the interior of the sanctuary is filled with an ancient and tranquil atmosphere, with a faint miasma floating in the air.

The two had just stepped into the Holy Domain and arrived at the entrance of the Trial Grounds when two figures appeared in front of them.

One of them has long, flowing pink hair and looks like a young girl.

But her eyes and demeanor revealed a composure and world-weariness that did not match her appearance.

Yingping knew that this was one of the many clones of the android Ryuzbilma.

The other was a burly, blond-haired boy with a fierce-looking face.

He crossed his arms, the X-shaped scar on his forehead standing out prominently, his eyes filled with wildness and untamed spirit—

This is none other than the guardian of the Sanctuary, Gafiltinzel, who possesses the blessing of the earth spirit.

"Hey, Roswaal, what brings you to this forgotten corner again today?"

Garfield spoke first, his tone blunt and clearly hostile and distant towards the two of them.

His gaze immediately fell on Ying Ping, filled with scrutiny and undisguised vigilance. "You brought a new face with you? Who is this guy?"

Ryuzu's clone simply nodded calmly to Roswaal as a greeting, then curiously eyed Yingping.

Roswaal, with his signature clownish grin, replied in his characteristically comical tone, "Oh dear, Garfield, and Miss Ryuzu, long time no see~"

"This is Lord Shadow, Lady Emilia's knight, and also... my most important guest, and also... someone who has the potential to pass the trial."

"What did you say?"

Garfield was taken aback at first, then chuckled, clearly unconvinced. "Him? He doesn't look like someone who can pass the trial."

He looked Yingping up and down, his eyes filled with even more provocation.

Yingping ignored Garfield's provocative gaze and the curiosity of the Ryuzu clone from beginning to end.

His goal was crystal clear, and he had no intention of wasting time on these unimportant people.

"Roswaal, I'm going in."

After saying that, he walked straight toward the ancient and solemn sanctuary deep within the Holy Land.

Hey! You bastard! I'm talking to you!

When Garfield saw that Ying Ping was ignoring him, he became annoyed and wanted to step forward to stop him.

"Garfield".

The clone of Ryuzu gently shook his head, stopping him. "Let him go. He's someone Roswaal brought. The Sanctuary will judge whether he's qualified."

Ying Ping stood with his hands in his pockets, his scarlet eyes filled with unwavering determination, the hem of his black trench coat swaying gently in the breeze.

His figure climbed the steps one by one, eventually disappearing into the dark entrance of the sanctuary.

The moment Yingping stepped into the sanctuary—

hum! ! !

The entire ancient sanctuary seemed to come alive, suddenly emitting a soft yet dazzling light!

The ancient runes on the stone wall lit up one after another, and the powerful magical energy spread out like ripples!

This light, this fluctuation, clearly proclaims one thing: the Holy Land has accepted this visitor! Ying Ping is qualified to undergo the trial!

Roswaal, who had been trying to remain calm and maintain a comical smile, suddenly shuddered the moment he sensed the light and the fluctuations!

On his face, which was covered in paint, all pretense collapsed instantly, revealing an almost distorted expression of ecstasy and longing.

He gazed up at the radiant sanctuary, his lips trembling slightly, and murmured excitedly in a voice only he could hear:

"Four hundred years... Teacher..."

"I can finally... finally see you again..."

"This time...this time it's for sure..."

His eyes gleamed with an almost insane obsession; after four hundred years of waiting and planning, he seemed to finally see the dawn of a new day.

All of this hope rested on Ying Ping, who had just stepped into the sanctuary.

Before they had even passed through the long, narrow corridor that was shimmering with eerie light, a deep voice came from behind them.

"This is a trial."

"I accepted the trial of overcoming the past."

"Human growth is about overcoming the immature past."

Upon hearing this, Ying Ping's expression changed slightly.

"Isn't that a line from Diavolo in JoJo's Bizarre Adventure?"

"And this voice... isn't this my own voice?"

Yingping muttered to himself, then felt a slight dizziness.

Although it's bearable, it seems that if I don't get knocked out, I won't be able to participate in the trial.

"Very well, let me see what this past trial is really like."

Yingping simply stopped resisting, leaned against the wall, and slowly sat down, closing his eyes.

In an instant, the world spun around.