reincarnation npc, but tomorrow's ark

However, this was enough to ignite even greater rage in the Blood Demon Lord, for he was inherently arrogant, and possessing such power, he could not tolerate being harmed by such a low-level trick and a joke-like attack.

So he raised his hand.

Beside him, the boiling blood quieted down for a moment.

“Be careful, we’ve angered him.” Logos narrowed his eyes, and like a conductor, raised the bone pen in his hand.

A faint tremor came from the ground, and the ravaged Londinium block trembled once again.

The crowd saw an overwhelming tide of blood surging toward them, and on the ground, the corpses of the monsters slaughtered by the deep-sea hunters seemed to be reviving.

"Your resistance is meaningless, your attacks are weak and powerless. I am the master of the Blood Court, and my offspring will be reborn in blood. Your flesh and blood are the best nourishment." The Blood Demon Lord laughed, and the wounds on his body were slowly healing.

The ancient body and the magic granted him immense vitality. Although the injury had hurt him considerably, it was by no means a serious blow, which only enraged him.

"..."

Daddy silently raised his head, took a step forward, raised his hands, and then the Originium Engine started, activating the Originium Arts casting units in the power armor arms, and extremely hot flame rays shot out.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, the slain monster's corpse instantly carbonized, and the remaining blood began to dry and evaporate due to the high temperature.

'This armor is actually quite useful...' the eldest uncle thought to himself.

Although he was quite an old man—at least in appearance and mindset—he wasn't a stubborn old man when it came to weapons. As a battle-hardened veteran, he could quickly accept and get used to any weapon, spell, or ritual that was advantageous to the battlefield situation.

Bai Ye didn't have time to demonstrate the full and detailed usage of the power armor to Daddy, but Daddy, in the short time he had the power armor, mastered how to use the entire weapon with the help of the built-in intelligent assistance system.

He was proficient in using all the weapons that came with the power armor. Although Big Daddy's body and strength were undoubtedly great, he did not abandon his exploration of modern weapons because of that.

He even allowed W to modify his throwing spear. Since it was war, as long as the war itself was honorable, then any method that was beneficial to the war was neither despicable nor dishonorable.

As long as victory in the war can be achieved.

"..."

The Blood Demon Lord glared angrily at the two kings of the royal court before him. He felt an unprecedented rage, not simply because he had been injured, or because the two kings of the royal court were hostile to him.

What angered him was that these royal courts, representing the ancient heritage of the Sarkaz race, the descendants of the Sarkaz, were abandoning their glorious traditions, refusing to pass on power from their own bloodline, and were even fighting against their enemies.

This is a desecration of one's own bloodline, a betrayal of the Sarkaz race.

"When did the banshees become like you, so rigid and boring? I still remember how they used to glide through the night, blowing their bone whistles—they mourned the lost travelers in the wilderness with their sharp and mournful cries, while mercilessly piercing the backs of these poor souls' heads with their black bone claws."

“Banshees, these are the true banshees. They have always been the hunters most admired by the Blood Demon. We fight side by side on the battlefield, using fear as our weapon to reap the lives of the weaker enemies.”

“But the banshees of today have lost their way. You have imprisoned your true selves in attire similar to those of the Lytanian sorcerers, old-fashioned and pretentious.”

……

"Because times have changed, sir."

Bai Ye's voice came from high above. No, his figure was faster than his voice. With a loud bang, Bai Ye arrived at the battlefield.

He raised the remote-controlled staff in his hand and pressed the button without hesitation.

Having communicated beforehand via the communicator, upon seeing Bai Ye appear, Big Daddy immediately deactivated the high-temperature flamethrower on his arm and quickly deployed a shield, protecting everyone behind him.

Then, a violent explosion occurred around the area where everyone was standing. The entire plot of land trembled and began to collapse. This plot of land had already suffered too much damage and had reached its limit. Obviously, it was not designed for this terrible situation at all.

The battles between these monsters were beyond its capacity to withstand.

Chapter Sixty: The Power of the Sun

Blood and flesh fragments flew everywhere, and the Blood Demon offspring located at the epicenter of the explosion had all vanished. As long as they are carbon-based life forms, fire and explosions are always extremely effective means of killing.

The Blood Royal Court, which had been gathering towards the crowd, suffered heavy losses due to the explosion; the damage was irreparable and irreparable. The flesh and blood had been destroyed by Bai Ye, reduced to carbonized inorganic matter.

Bai Ye landed on the ground and stood in front of everyone.

He looked at the Blood Demon Lord before him and said loudly:

“Theresis has already been judged by me. Before he died, I promised him that I would spare the Sarkaz’s life, provided that you give up the fight.”

"Lord of the Blood Court, it's all over. If..."

"No, it's not over yet!"

The Blood Demon Lord interrupted Bai Ye, staring intently at him with his blood-red eyes.

"When have the Sarkaz ever needed the pity of other races to survive? Theresis... until the very end, he was unworthy to be the Sarkaz regent; he brought shame upon our race!"

As he spoke, the Blood Demon's voice grew louder and louder. He spread his arms and looked up at the sun in the sky. Wisps of crimson blood emanated from his body, and a terrifying aura gradually began to permeate the battlefield.

The Blood Demon Lord's robes fluttered without wind, and he solemnly proclaimed:

"I am the Lord of the Blood Court. I have slain demon kings, I have hunted behemoths, I am the master of blood. The glory of the Sarkaz will be restored in my hands. I am Ducarre!"

“No, you are nothing but a lost and pitiful person, still wandering in hatred and destruction, never having left the so-called ‘abyss’.” Bai Ye raised his right arm, and the long sword reappeared in his hand.

The crisp sound of the sword echoed in the air once again, and anyone who heard it was instantly invigorated.

“The Sarkaz should have everything. This land belongs to us. Kazdel means the whole earth!” Ducarre’s voice was almost a roar.

"No, this land has never belonged to anyone." A fierce light gathered on the blade of the White Night Sword.

"The Sarkaz's lost homeland is not in those histories from ten thousand years ago that you keep looking back at. The one who has blocked the future of this race is none other than you."

"Therefore, you are not worthy to be king. Even if you kill the Demon King with your own hands, the black crown will not choose you, because you are only fit to live in the past and can never represent the future."

Ducarre burst into laughter upon hearing this, arrogantly raising his head:

"And who are you? How dare you speak ill of me? The fate of the Sarkaz is not determined by the words of your utterly ignorant foreigners."

"Because the future of the Sarkaz has been entrusted to my hands." The longsword in Bai Ye's hand no longer allowed anyone to look directly at it; its blinding light seemed intent on illuminating the entire world.

"Blood Demon, bury yourself with the ancient past. In the future I see, there will be no place for you."

As the words fell, the tip of Bai Ye's sword slid downwards.

Then, a dazzling and intense light fell from the sky, crashing down on the Blood Demon Lord Ducarre like a waterfall.

"Let us be bathed in the glow of the midnight sun!"

And so, on the shattered lands of Londinium, a second sun rose, its high-energy rays washing over Ducarre. This "solar wind," the power of the sun, was the bane of the Blood Demon.

The old red-eyed man in front of us, who couldn't stand even a ray of light, was burning intensely all over. He roared and released a sea of ​​blood that filled the sky, but it was as powerless as snow under the sun, melting away in an instant.

No carbon-based life form could withstand such intense heat, and the Blood Demon's ancient sorcery was easily torn apart by this terrifying energy.

The Blood Demon Lord, a demon skilled at manipulating blood, is himself nothing more than flesh and blood; how could he possibly withstand the radiance of the sun?

The blood scattered and fled, and the blood flowing on the ground seemed to have its own consciousness, becoming like a living thing, and began to flow desperately outward.

"Get out of here quickly." Logos led everyone back, away from the aftershocks of the solar wind. Then he gently waved his bone pen and chanted an incantation, trapping all the blood and flesh within the range covered by the high-energy rays of the White Night.

"No—" Ducarre's body melted like a candle, and after a few seconds it was no longer human. On the ground, there was only a writhing, twisted mass of flesh.

Bai Ye spun the tip of his sword, a beam of light sweeping across the ground, instantly carbonizing all the chunks of flesh and completely evaporating the blood. Only charred powder remained on the ground.

The light at the tip of the sword gradually faded. At this moment, the blade of "Wind Chime" appeared unchanged, but the temperature on its surface was terrifying. Only a weapon forged over many years could withstand the terrifying power released by Bai Ye.

"!"

Just then, Logos, Ascaron, and Big Daddy, all the Sarkaz present, raised their heads.

Above their heads was a drop of blood that resembled a red tearstone.

Under the light, it refracted a crystal-clear brilliance.

“This is a drop of…Tikaz’s blood.” Logos’ eyes widened.

That is the blood of the Tikkaz, passed down through millennia. In the past, the Tikkaz possessed the entire world; their name was "Those Who Own a Home." Later, the Tikkaz were betrayed by the Sarkaz, and they became the Sarkaz, the "Rootless Ones."

This is the Blood Demon Lord's most precious treasure, a treasure passed down through generations of him and his ancestors.

If the ritual were not interrupted, this drop of blood would be crucial to the entire ceremony, and the Blood Demon Lord would be able to elevate his bloodline and become even more powerful through this witchcraft ritual.

However, at this moment, this drop of blood could only serve as an ark carrying his will and soul, fleeing in panic.

This is precious blood that escaped from a body that had been burned.

The drop of blood rose slowly, but because of the will it contained, it flew rapidly toward the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw that the sky had darkened once again.

This time, the sky was not shrouded in dark clouds.

Instead, it was a colossal object suspended in the sky, casting an indifferent glance at the ground.

"Airship...have we finally arrived?"

Ascalon looked up and murmured to himself.

On the airship dwells a colossal will, a dead soul that transcends the boundaries of life and death, an eternal wandering spirit of all living beings in this world.

That drop of Tikkaz blood escaped in the direction of the airship.

Chapter Sixty-One: Shine, My Will

Yes. The Blood Demon Lord is fleeing.

This was the first time in his life he had encountered such overwhelming power, a power that was simply the nemesis of his flesh and blood.

Fortunately, Ducarre was ancient enough that he used his Originium Arts to preserve his soul and will in that drop of Tikkaz blood, and then escaped from his body.

Because this drop of blood was ancient enough and contained immense power, it penetrated Logos, the barrier set up by the young and still immature Banshee Queen, and even escaped the judgment of White Night's terrifying high-energy rays.

But that's it.

Bai Ye landed on the ground, his feet stepping on the melting earth. The terrifying high-temperature rays that had struck Blood Demon Lord Ducarle from above had also affected the already riddled ground.

However, the light was mainly focused on one point, so it almost penetrated the entire plot of the mobile city, but the area affected was not very large.

At most, only the ground around the perimeter was melted.

Bai Ye had no time to admire his masterpiece; he gripped the "wind chime" with both hands and assumed an attack stance towards the sky.

Bai Ye took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He whispered in a voice only he could hear:

"Shine, my will."

When Bai Ye opened his eyes again, a pale silver light shone in his pupils. What was once just a fleeting glimmer in his pupils was now almost a flowing, pure silver light.

Even his gaze seemed to scorch the air in front of him; anyone who looked into Bai Ye's eyes would probably feel as if their head had been hit hard by a heavy hammer.

The world seemed to freeze before Bai Ye's eyes. Time seemed to stand still. In that moment, Bai Ye became the center of the world.

Bai Ye could see the enormous shadow cast by the airship on the ground; he could see the sorrowful figure standing on the airship, gazing into the distance; he could see the single drop of Tikkaz blood suspended in mid-air, fleeing towards the airship.

The world is like a vivid oil painting.

Logos noticed that the blade in Bai Ye's hand shone with a dazzling light, like the bright and clear moonlight in the sky, holy and awe-inspiring, carrying an undeniable determination.

“So beautiful…” Logos murmured. He had never seen such a beautiful light before, like the moonlight shining on the water in the valley of the sirens, a cold yet gentle glow.

At this moment, Bai Ye suddenly unleashed an incomparably sharp aura, his unstoppable sharpness soaring into the sky as if to cleave it in two.

A flash of light, and the stagnant world collapsed with a roar, time flowing once more before Bai Ye's eyes.

The silver light in Bai Ye's eyes extinguished, and his eyes returned to normal. His aura also instantly subsided, and he returned to his easygoing demeanor, as if nothing had happened.

Bai Ye calmly returned the "wind chime" in his hand to its sheath.

From an outsider's perspective, it would appear as if Bai Ye raised his sword, and then sheathed it.

No one actually saw Bai Ye swing his sword; even Logos only sensed something.

Because this was a strike that almost defied the normal timeline, in the real world, the moment Bai Ye launched the strike, his strike was already nearly over. Unless other people's thoughts and senses could accelerate to a speed similar to Bai Ye's, they would not be able to perceive that he had actually launched an attack.

“It seems like something… happened?” Logos was a master of sorcery, and his intuition told him that Bai Ye must have done something in that instant, that some change must have occurred, but because Bai Ye’s movements were too swift, no one noticed the change.

He is the person closest to the truth.

Logos looked up and then noticed that the drop of Tikkaz blood was still rising rapidly, but the next moment, the speed at which the drop of blood rose became slower and slower, almost stopping in mid-air.

After a while, it began to slowly fall.

Then, Bai Ye stepped forward, reached out, and caught the drop of Tikkaz blood.

The crystal-clear blood floated in Bai Ye's palm, like a dazzling jewel.

Bai Ye put it back into a box and then placed it in his inventory. This was a drop of ancient blood from this land.