The King of Elden does not die alone!

"Nothing but a fader..."

A surge of anger rose in Greg's heart.

He could only look up, unable to obtain the power of gold, and actually blessed a faded one.

Jealousy, anger.

Driven by strong emotions, he rushed towards Mia.

"Give me a sigh!"

His axe struck the ground hard, and with a powerful pressure, the ground around Greg began to crack.

It was like a huge hand slapped down from the sky, and all the vegetation fell down due to this pressure. The tombstones within the area also could not escape the fate of being shattered.

In a sense, everything around him fell to its knees.

The only one missing was Mia. When Greg rushed towards her with his axe raised high, she relied on Stardust to lift her out of Greg's attack range.

after that.

Greg, who had failed to hurt Mia for several consecutive times, was obviously even more angry.

Mia recalled the battle with Monggot not long ago.

Monggot was also furious when he saw a 'Faded One' being able to use the power of the Golden Tree.

The two people's identical reactions obviously have similar reasons, which may be similar to the selfish desire of "Who are you to dare to use the same one as me?"

This is undoubtedly an emotional outburst that can cause disgust.

But Mia could understand.

After knowing Mongert's vision and Greg's wishes, she could understand.

In this era when the blessing of the golden tree has faded, the blessing of the golden tree possessed by Mia has become the hope that can change the status quo.

I hope it's not Mia, but the pure and untainted power in Mia.

But this power is possessed by a 'Faded One'.

The Faded One, a sinner stripped of his blessings by Queen Marika and exiled from the Junction, now wants to return and steal the Junction's throne.

As the golden descendant and the most legitimate successor, one can imagine the resentment in Greg's heart.

He was jealous, angry, and never stopped hating the injustice of the world.

But he did not think that he was betrayed by the 'Golden Tree'.

He sees Mia as a thief, a thief.

The huge axe came roaring, and the axe head was so wide and thick that it was exaggerated. If it didn't have two blades, it would have been a huge war hammer.

Greg's face was ferocious, and he used all his strength to drive it, and gusts of wind pressure blew.

Mia pointed her staff at Greg while retreating, and a huge pyroxene magic gravel formed in the gap when Greg raised his axe and flew towards him.

Greg roared and raised his axe to try to block. The spinning pyroxene magic gravel stared at him as he retreated. Countless tentacle-like feet extended from his two grafted legs.

Perhaps even Greg himself didn't know how many human limbs were grafted onto his body.

The bricks and stones on the ground were turned over, and when the pyroxene demon gravel collapsed, Mia did not give Greg time to breathe.

The moment the big demon gravel disappeared, dozens of scorching meteors with flames flew over.

Each one was as big as Mia's head.

The scorching meteors danced in the air and pounced on Greg.

Even if he could dodge one or two, or smash one or two with the weapon in his hand, he would not be able to escape from this meteor shower unscathed.

Mia learned some lessons from her last battle with Monggot.

If a pyroxene meteor is heading toward a target from only one direction, it is likely to be avoided.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to resonate with the stars in Britain, Mia perfected her meteor magic.

Now, her meteors are like bees flying towards flowers, drawing arcs of different lengths and curvatures in the air.

Fly towards the target from the front and side.

Flames exploded on Greg's body, he groaned a few times, and a meteor hit his face.

The golden crown was blown away, and it followed the path of a meteor and spun in the air.

The crown, which was well-kept and looked as clean as new, reflected the light of the meteor exploding on Greg's body.

It landed with a clang, and then, like an inconspicuous lost item, hid among the debris of the tombstone.

Red blood with a golden sheen was already flowing down Greg's already old face.

The loss of the crown left his hair disheveled, and his dry white hair was stuck together by blood.

The robe on his body had been burned to pieces.

The hideous and ugly body was revealed without reservation.

More Frankenstein than Frankenstein, more abomination than abomination, a body entangled in its limbs.

The burnt-smelling minced meat turned into a bloody storm. Greg's limbs were blown to pieces by the explosion, and his entire body was covered in blood.

"I am the king, how dare you!" Greg roared, shaking his hair and staggering backwards.

Greg knew that Mia was stronger than he was.

千;"寻.?!,小,??说:.!中'转":裙'!'2!;5.5!"5?.,9;.!!5.3,;0;;;'0强的多得多。

He cannot defeat it.

"Your Majesty!" The guards had heard the sound of fighting in the courtyard.

They rushed over, but were blocked by the pyroxene crystal wall that Mia casually raised.

Greg's hope of defeating Mia with the help of the guards was also shattered.

The last thing he saw was the dragon corpse impaled on the iron rod.

"Limb reattachment - just attach the dragon's limbs..."

That dragon will definitely allow him to reach a higher realm.

Let him gain strength.

Will Mia give him this chance?

no way.

Driven by magic, the girl drew out the golden sword and approached Greg like a ghost.

Greg was horrified, and it was too late for him to swing the axe.

He tried to fend Mia off with his other hand.

The girl dodged it easily. The surface of the long sword was covered with a faint light, which cut through Greg's wrist and cut off the hand that was twisted like a tree trunk.

The staff has also changed.

The magic power condensed like a whirlpool, and the staff turned into a huge long-handled hammer.

"Hmm...drink!"

Mia gripped the end of the staff tightly, exerting all her strength and letting out a clenched-teeth cry.

thump—

The sledgehammer smashed hard on Greg's chest from bottom to top.

The ugly King of Limb-Jointing was unexpectedly knocked into the air by Mia's powerful blow.

Although it is only a few dozen centimeters.

Greg fell backwards, dizzy and dazed. The heavy blow made him feel like his internal organs were about to be shattered.

Mia stepped on Greg's uneven body, and the staff in her right hand changed again. A magic spear took shape immediately, piercing through Greg's twisted limb-jointed body and nailing him to the ground.

The golden sword reached for Greg's throat and stopped steadily on the wrinkled skin.

The girl's chest rose and fell, and she used her nose to steady her overly intense breathing after the battle.

"You lose."

“The Faded One!!!” Greg’s face was as hideous as a lich.

He roared unwillingly and tried to raise the hand that still held the axe.

Mia pulled the sword away from his throat and swung it violently.

With a bang, flames burst into existence, and with the sharpness of a sword, the crescent of fire cut off Greg's only remaining arm.

"How dare you, how dare you——"

Greg roared.

He lost and had almost no chance to fight back, and was crushed by the girl in front of him.

Even after doing so much, his power is still so weak.

Greg's roar finally turned into a gasp.

He no longer has any means to turn the situation around.

"Let's end it." He stared at Mia. What else could he do except accept the despair calmly?

He is a member of the golden royal family, and even if he dies on the roadside, he has to maintain the dignity of a royal family.

The dark golden eyes reflected the girl's body.

Greg, poor Greg.

He always believed that as long as he was alive, there would always be a way.

As long as he is able, he has hope of becoming stronger.

He fled the royal city and even suffered humiliation under the crotch. His only wish was to become stronger and then return to his hometown.

Even if the scenery of my hometown has become blurred in my memory and has become a thing of the past.

But this is the only thing he cares about, it is his long-cherished wish, and he is willing to give everything for it.

How many "strong men" did he hunt in order to reattach his limbs?

But even so, it still didn't work.

No effect!

Why is this world so unfair?

Why is it that having power means you have everything, but without power you have nothing?

Greg hated this world.

Now, he should be dying.

Killed by the Faded Ones.

Should he beg for mercy from the faded one and kiss the faded one's toes?

No, never.

Greg stared at the sky with a dazed look.

The light of the golden tree illuminated the thick dark clouds.

Until now.

The only regret is that there is only one.

'My fellow soldiers, I cannot lead you home.'

If the Faded One wants the Great Rune, let her take it. It was originally a blessing from the goddess to her children, but it brought countless sufferings to her descendants.

Mia sighed and sheathed her sword.

Greg's eyes widened, and he struggled to get up as if he had regained some energy. "What are you going to do? Put an end to it now!"

"I will not accept humiliation from the Faders!"

Mia shook her head: "Why would I humiliate you? Greg, I am your relative."