I'm fighting Kal'tsit? Really?

This time Gerald did not swing his sword down, but caught the blood spear with his bare hands.

Thick blood clung to his hands, continuously surging into his body, as if trying to devour the arrogant Pegasus without leaving a trace—but no one noticed that the blood was disappearing at a speed invisible to the naked eye, gradually slipping out of the Blood Demon Lord's control.

The owner of the blood was still unaware of this. A cold expression appeared on the Blood Demon Lord's face, and he said coldly:

"How dare you disrespect the history of the Sarkaz, you divine being? If it weren't for your ancestors—"

His words were interrupted.

Compared to the blood spear he fired, an even more powerful and unparalleled wind blade was slashing down at him relentlessly from above. He was forced to use his sea of ​​blood to defend against this spell from the Pegasus.

However, the shackles made of liquid alone could not stop such an attack. He had to transform the sea of ​​blood into hard blood, forging an indestructible wall to block this attack.

The sudden attack forced the Blood Demon to take a step back. He raised his eyes and looked at the Pegasus in front of him.

And that's what Tianma said.

"May I receive your blessings, Father and Mother."

"May I receive your understanding and forgiveness, my love."

May I be invincible.

Gerald prayed softly, the gold in his pupils began to overflow, his blood began to heat up, and the invisible wind in his hand sculpted into the shape of a sword.

The clear sky suddenly darkened, and clouds that appeared out of nowhere obscured the sun's brilliance.

got windy.

……

Inside an ordinary room in Kazdel.

Theresa opened the window with a worried expression, looked at the sun obscured by clouds, and paced back and forth.

You seem very anxious.

A strange male voice rang out beside the Demon King. The Regent of Kazdel was sitting upright in a chair nearby, revising documents, exuding an unyielding aura. "He needs to make some preparations since he came all the way from the valley. Why don't we finish the work first?"

“If only it were that simple,” Theresa sighed. “Just now, the Blood Demon Prince told me something during his meal: Ducarre has suddenly left Kazdel and gone outside the city.”

Hearing this, Theresis frowned: "You're worried those two will run into each other? If they want to target you, this is indeed an effective move... Put aside what you're doing and I'll go find him with you."

Theresa stopped, glanced at the documents on the table, then at her brother, and finally nodded hesitantly: "Okay."

Just as the two were about to set off, the sky changed.

The originally thin clouds were suddenly pulled by some force, as if an invisible giant hand was lifting a curtain in the sky, turning the long-silent sky black and slowly pushing it towards the outside of Kazdel.

Theresa's pupils contracted slightly, and she abruptly turned to look out the window.

“A natural disaster?” Theresis’s tone became more serious. “I will go find the sorcerers in the city. Theresia, you go and lead the people near the outer wall to evacuate. We need to buy enough time for the people in the city.”

"It wasn't a natural disaster!" Theresa realized for the first time how loud her voice was. She quickly looked at her brother: "The Originium was all pushed into the clouds by the wind! Someone is using Originium Arts! I'll go to the Kazdel broadcasting station and tell everyone not to worry, brother, you—"

"I see."

Therese took her sword from beside her; there was no need for words between the twins.

So he ran, stepped onto the open window sill, and jumped off the high building.

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The wind's trajectory suddenly twisted in the air, severing space.

Whether it's Ramalen or Theresa, considering the valley's environment, he can never truly utilize the surrounding space and environment for combat. Furthermore, Kal'tsit's sword completely envelops him, restricting him at every turn, causing him to waste most of his speed in close combat.

Throughout the entire ordeal, he was never able to freely employ his true fighting techniques. Even after acquiring the cloth and repeatedly mastering new knowledge and skills, he never used these killing techniques on others.

But the Blood Demon Lord, his highly compatible opponent... is probably the only one among the rulers of the royal court who cannot stop him.

What else is there to worry about?

Gerald's sword was already thrust forward, its supersonic explosive force instantly breaking through air resistance, condensing a storm onto its blade. Without the slightest pause, his attack was completed in an instant, as if he didn't even need to raise his hand. The combination of wind and sword transformed him into an almost elusive blur of light, aiming straight for the Blood Demon Lord's head.

The strike landed, and the air exploded with a deafening roar.

A cold glint flashed in the Blood Demon Lord's eyes. He raised his palm, and the crimson blood at his fingertips condensed and hardened in an instant, taking shape almost in milliseconds. A deep red spear was now held horizontally in front of him.

clang--!

The instant the sword clashed with the blood spear, a burst of air swept across the entire battlefield. The massive shockwave shattered the ground, and the flying debris turned into dust in the storm, swept into the air by the gale.

However, even though he blocked the sword strike with his blood spear, the Blood Demon Lord's figure was once again severely suppressed in the next second.

Gerald did not stop; his storm followed him like a shadow, so the sword's momentum, instead of ending, poured out.

Although the Blood Demon Lord's spear could solidify and harden in an instant, it was still a derivative of blood, and its toughness was limited. It could block the first attack, but the second attack was already coming.

The wind, carrying the sword's momentum, continued its advance. The blood spear shattered upon impact, blood splattering like broken crystal, instantly pulverized by the gale.

The Blood Demon Lord frowned slightly, trying to dodge the attack to the side, wanting to prevent the opponent's continuous attacks from gaining momentum.

But Gerald was too fast.

The sword's momentum did not stop; instead, it approached the Blood Demon inch by inch. The powerful suppression brought by the storm made it difficult for him to break free. Before he could react, his body had been forcibly supported and slammed backward.

boom--!

The Blood Demon Lord was forced back several steps by the force of the sword. The walls of the building collapsed under the impact, and stone fragments exploded in the lingering scent of blood. Crimson tentacles tried to extend into the air to slow the impact, but Gerald's winds were constantly weakening their form, shattering them before they could take shape.

Then, his feet left the ground.

Blood Demon Lord subconsciously tried to transform into the form of blood to escape the current stalemate, but the wind immediately pressed him firmly in front of Pegasus. The newly formed blood spear once again blocked the sword in front of him, but this could not stop him from being carried into the air.

In just two seconds, Kazdel's size began to shrink and recede from the Blood Lord's perspective.

The wind's trajectory, under Pegasus's control, continued to extend, and the Blood Demon was thus smashed into the ruins a few kilometers away from Kazdel, until there were no more buildings to block his way. Finally, Pegasus's sword overpowered the spear in the Blood Demon Lord's hand and slashed down hard on him.

Completely suppressed, at the moment the sword blade pressed down on the blood spear, the Blood Demon's figure suddenly turned into a pool of deep red liquid. The body that should have been devoured by the sword's power merged into the blood pool in an instant, as if it had completely disappeared.

The next second, blood suddenly congealed from Gerald's back, like an undercurrent churning up.

boom!

The blood pool suddenly surged, transforming into several sharp blades that surrounded Pegasus from all directions, attempting to trap him in place.

Gerald did not stop. The swirling storm surged forward like a raging torrent. His figure dodged the surprise attack the instant the blood blades made contact, and he transformed into a blurry afterimage, escaping the blood demon's attack.

The wind's direction was instantly altered, and the sword blade, swirling with the storm, slashed into the sea of ​​blood.

"Well."

The slash, launched from below, tore through the Blood Demon's magnificent robes, creating a wound that stretched across his entire body. A torrent of blood gushed from his chest, gushing out like a fountain and soaking Gerald's body.

Then, the Blood Demon gently raised his hand in the air.

The blood was brought back under control, and the moment the sword slashed horizontally again, it became a boiling, high-temperature blood flame, like magma at its extreme heat, turning into sparks that bloomed on the Pegasus's body.

The intense heat of the blood flames suddenly erupted on Gerald's body, the scorching liquid seeping into his clothes and burning his skin. The tongues of flame licked his flesh, and he could even hear the sound of his own blood rapidly evaporating under the intense heat.

laugh--!

The air was thick with the smell of burning blood. The flames of blood were frantically devouring his body, burning little by little along the parts covered in blood. The burning pain seeped into his bones, traveled along his nerves to his brain, and drove all his physiological instincts to make him retreat and avoid the burning of the blood flames.

But Gerald showed no signs of stopping.

The seduction was successful.

He completely ignored the boiling pain and with his next sword, he cleaved the Blood Demon Lord in two at the waist. This time, as the blood splattered, he thrust his left hand into the Blood Demon Lord's body along with the wind, choosing the most cruel and extreme method.

In the shortest possible time, at extremely close range, detonate the body in front of you.

boom--! ! !

The enormous pressure difference caused the Blood Demon Lord's body to explode suddenly. The sound of flesh tearing apart engulfed the entire battlefield in an instant. The impact of the storm and blood transformed into furious ripples that tore the ground apart.

The Blood Demon's body was torn apart in an instant, and violent air currents carried away the splattered blood clots, filling the entire space with scorching blood mist.

The force of this self-destruction also completely engulfed Gerald. Although the bursting of blood was blocked by the wind at close range, the impact still caused Pegasus to spit out a mouthful of blood.

it's not finished yet.

The bright red liquid flowed rapidly along the ground, then suddenly condensed several meters away, with Ducarre's silhouette appearing and disappearing in the blood mist.

Her long hair still flowed smoothly down to her waist, but the once-perfect dress had been torn apart by the sword's force. Although the wound on her chest had closed, there were still traces of blood that had not fully healed, and the deep ravine left on her waist was even more undeniable.

For the first time, the Blood Demon Lord wanted to express his pain as a sigh, but he still gritted his teeth and swallowed it.

His injuries were too deep, too deep for blood to reverse or repair. If he hadn't been greedy and allowed the spilled blood to create flames that burned his opponent's body, he might still be able to continue fighting.

Who knew he would encounter a monster of this level?

This bitter lesson came too late. The ordinary war had made him too complacent, and the glory of the royal court and past victories had made him lower his guard.

Almost no enemy could even get close to him; his blood would completely engulf them, devouring them entirely. The last time he fought such an opponent was against his brother, the Demon King of the Blood Court.

He didn't even know why, but his blood only caused a burning effect on the pegasus in front of him—was it because of the banshee's protective spell?

Even if his opponent couldn't match his magical prowess, he only needed to use the wind to block the formation and flow of blood, leaving only a melee between the two. As for Gerald, who could kill Kal'tsit with a sword, he knew he had almost no chance of resistance in this regard.

No one can be blamed for this outcome.

"I have to admit it." The Blood Demon Lord slowly spread out the sea of ​​blood beneath him, trying to find nearby blood to replenish his strength: "Your words make some sense... Perhaps I have indeed wasted a lot of time on some unnecessary things over the years, neglecting my own improvement."

He looked at the celestial horse that was supporting him with its sword. His previous arrogance had vanished, leaving only endless joy and regret.

“A respectable opponent… If only you were a Sarkaz.” He murmured, repeating it again, “If only we had met sooner… If only I had realized the problem sooner, I could have sparred with you for a longer time… How sad, how lamentable.”

Gerald remained silent, but slowly stood up and walked towards the Blood Lord.

His left side was almost charred black, the scorching air swirled around him, flesh was peeled away, and bones were faintly exposed to the high temperature. His left arm was too heavy to lift, and the wound was gruesome, like a forging remnant just taken out of the furnace; his left eye had completely lost its sight.

At this moment, blood mist filled the air, but it did not cause him any harm.

He took one step forward, then another, silently walking toward his opponent.

The Blood Demon Lord remained silent for a moment, his gaze lowered, and his hands slowly rose.

Blood condensed and churned in his palm, like an invisible river of blood leaping between his fingers, gradually taking shape. With a gentle pinch of his fingertips, the blood solidified completely, transforming into an incomparably sharp blood spear.

In that instant, the Blood Demon Lord raised his eyes, his crimson pupils as deep as a sea of ​​blood, and his figure stood in the churning blood mist.

"I'll be waiting for you in the next hundred years, Pegasus."

The last ounce of strength should not be used for struggling, but rather for leaving behind glory.

So he took a step forward, forcefully striding forward. The air was instantly pierced, and the blood spear tore through space, turning into a dazzling scarlet trail that pierced Gerald's heart.

At the same time, Gerald's sword had already slashed down, and the storm erupted completely under the force of his sword.

A fierce wind swept through, and waves of blood surged.

The blood spear shattered the moment it touched the sword's edge, and Gerald's sword once again proved superior, slashing directly at the Blood Lord's neck.

But at this moment, the monarch no longer needed to retreat or dodge. Instead, he used the force of the explosion to charge forward, reshaping the crimson spearhead, and thrust it straight at Gerald's throat amidst the storm.

then.

Ducarre watched helplessly as Gerald's sword deflected the blood-stained gun in his hand, sending it veering off course and piercing the air.

Every battle, every fight, will forge a new Pegasus, while simultaneously etching scars deep into his memory.

Therefore, when faced with death, he was always able to make the most correct choice at that moment.

A glimmer of light peeks through the dark clouds in the sky—the storm gathers only to sweep across the land at the right moment.

And so, the long hair that belonged to his brother behind Ducarre was cut off along with his head by the sword, and the blood that remained inside splattered out, forming a scarlet scroll.

Gerald stood there, his sword blade stained with hot blood. His breathing was slightly heavy, but he still gripped the sword tightly, and his gaze remained calm and cold.

The wind gently blew around him, carrying away the remaining warmth in the air, and also taking away the last trace of the other person's breath.

The storm subsided, and the bloody curtain fell.

The stench of blood still lingered in the air, and the heat still surged on the scorched earth. A gentle breeze swept by, carrying away the last trace of murderous intent in the air.

Gerald stood there, the blade still stained with hot blood. His left eye was completely dark, but the sensation brought by the wind still flowed. He gently stroked his left eye, which had completely lost its sight, and sighed softly.

“I don’t know if I’ll have the chance to see you again in the next century,” he said. “I only know that you will never hear the dirges sung for the Slug’s court.”

Then, he slowly lowered his body, watching as the remains of the Blood Demon Lord turned into blood and then disappeared without a trace.

But in the next moment, he refocused his attention, transforming the wind into a sword in his palm, and looked in another direction.

The sound of light footsteps came from afar, passing through the ruins and across the blood-stained earth.

Gerald turned his head slightly, dragging his already exhausted body, and slowly looked in the direction from which the sound came.