People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

It was also thanks to Lance Shanks that he followed him, otherwise he would have wanted to swim here along the Shivla River. If he had done that, who knows how long he would have been able to swim here.

However, he seemed to have arrived early.

Accompanied by Lance Shanks, he walked into the ancient sacrificial site of the ancient dynasty.

There are crooked stone tablets and scattered earthenware jars on the ground, and statues of unknown gods that were once served by the ancient dynasty are carved around the sides.

This is the blood boudoir of the Mongwen Dynasty, and it is also the place where the so-called god in memory sleeps, but there is no trace of Mong, the male ketone demigod.

"...Are you here early?"

Reinhardt looked around and made sure there was no sign of [Blood King] Mung, then muttered something under his breath.

Not only that, even the altar was empty, and the giant egg in his memory was nowhere to be seen, which meant that he had indeed arrived here before Mung.

But it doesn’t matter, I can just wait here for that old pervert Monger.

That guy always comes back.

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Transform the holy snowfield.

The foggy snowstorm completely obscured the light radiated by the golden tree, making it impossible to tell the direction.

This is a pilgrimage route and the only way to the sacred tree.

To reach the sacred tree of Michaela, believers must devoutly cross the blizzard and find the correct pilgrimage route on the snow-covered plain.

This road is extremely dangerous. Many people who wanted to worship the god Michaela died in the wind and snow.

They may fall off a cliff, be eaten by wild beasts roaming in the wind and snow, or be deprived of body temperature by the extreme cold, and eventually fall on the road and be buried by the snow.

It can be said that this is a test for believers.

However, a bloody battle is taking place at the other end of this sacred pilgrimage route.

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The pure white snowfield was stained with red blood. The snowy land at the northern end of the Holy Snowfield was now covered with corpses. A corpse could be seen almost every few meters, and it seemed that they had been dead for some time.

Near the frozen forest, a tall and sturdy figure was holding up a trident-like weapon.

A person was hanging on the weapon, as if he had been pierced in the abdomen. Blood was slowly flowing down the blade and the long handle of the halberd, dripping onto the ground.

The snow beneath their feet had long since melted due to the boiling blood, revealing the rocks hidden underneath.

"You have great courage, knight, to challenge me alone."

"...But, it's too weak."

The man spoke slowly, his low voice echoing in the silent snowfield. His dark face was covered with curled, hard black horns, like wildly growing tree roots.

That was an ominous sign of being abandoned by the Golden Tree, and the burly man holding the trident was Monger, and the petite figure in his arms was Michaela.

The long, gilded hair slowly slid down the man's arm. As if sensing that his knight was in trouble, his eyelids trembled slightly.

Monger looked down at the sleeping Michaela, his eyes filled with endless admiration and greed.

"Oh, Michaela, my sweet Michaela. You will always be mine...mine! Let us go forth and carve out our dynasty!"

Mung swung the trident in his hand violently, and the person stuck in it was thrown out and rolled several times on the snow.

"cough--"

The man pierced by the trident coughed up blood.

She is not dead yet. To be more precise, she is at the end of her strength. Her broken body is supported by her strong willpower, but now she is like a candle in the wind.

But even so, she still did not give in. She slowly raised her head that was buried deep in the snow. Her pretty face was covered with residual snow. She had lost a lot of blood and her face was as white as the snow.

"...Give it back to me...Put Her Highness Michaela down...Give it back to me..."

Looking at the tall figure leaving, he stretched out his hand with difficulty to try to stop him.

Not to mention stopping it, even her weak voice was buried by the wind and snow that blew again.

He could only lie powerlessly on the ground, watching with hazy eyes the large figure that took Michaela away and gradually moved away.

Did it stop here?...

Dolores was unwilling, but at this moment she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

She had never been so angry at her own weakness as she was now. If she were stronger, she would not let the master she served be taken away by others.

But there is no if.

"I'm sorry... Lady Michaela... Lady Marenia... I'm sorry for disappointing you..."

"And Reinhardt... I'm sorry... I didn't have time to apologize to you..."

Dolores' head fell heavily into the snow, and was buried by the wind and snow. The expression in her eyes gradually disappeared as she was enveloped by the cold, and the golden color in her pupils also disappeared without a trace.

"Dolores?! Dolores!!"

The biting cold continued to paralyze her nerves, and the blowing wind and snow slowly deprived her of the last of her body heat. At this very last moment, before she fell into darkness, she seemed to hear someone calling her name.

But, it doesn’t matter...

118. The Sun Gradually Liberates (6K)

Monger returned to the Blood Boudoir and gently placed Michaela in his arms on the altar. Looking at the lovely sleeping face, endless tenderness appeared in Monger's eyes, but more of it was a desire called lust.

"Oh, look, this is our home, our dynasty, the Mungwen dynasty."

Mung turned around with his arms open, as if showing Michaela his achievements and the dynasty he had built.

But unfortunately, Michaela didn't respond.

Such silence also made Monger feel angry.

He turned around suddenly and smashed his huge fist into Michaela's side, causing several cracks to appear on the hard stone altar.

"Why?! Why are you still not responding to me and still indifferent to my love? Why!"

"I love you so much, why on earth is that!"

A low roar echoed in the silent temple, and the emotions contained in those eyes had turned into madness.

But his anger suddenly disappeared, and he became loving again. He reached out his trembling hand and gently stroked Michaela's cheek.

"...Oh, Michaela, dear Michaela, since you refuse to respond to me, then let us become one and experience the taste of our mother's blood together. I think you will like that defilement."

Mung picked up the trident beside him, raised it and pointed the spearhead at Michaela's chest. The sharp spear slowly approached the delicate and flat chest, and the red blood flame slowly emerged and burned Michaela's thin clothes.

He wanted to infuse the Mother of Truth's foul blood into Michaela's body, making her the carrier of the Mother of Truth.

After spending so many years in the sewers of the royal city, having seen countless Sons of Evil Omens and even more filthy Mongers, he had actually gone mad long ago.

His personality has long been distorted and he has become insane.

Therefore, whether he responds or not, he must make Michaela his god no matter what, and he will eventually become Michaela's king!

Snap, snap, snap——

“It really showed me an interesting scene.”

Reinhardt, who had been hiding behind the numerous stone tablets surrounding the Blood Boudoir, walked out and clapped his hands in praise.

It was not until now that he realized that Munger had made such a plan.

Michaela, this god-man, is very special. The laws he possesses are not as obvious as those of Marlenia and Lani. Therefore, few people know what his laws are.

But in reality, Michaela's law manifests its true power through blood.

For example, the Holy Tree grew from the sprouts that Michaela watered with her own blood.

Now, what Monger wanted to do was to defile the purity in Michaela's blood and infuse it with the foul blood of the Mother of Truth.

But it was also because of his appearance that Monger stopped and glanced at him slightly.

He knelt down in front of Michaela with his huge body, slowly took the delicate little hand and kissed it to express his respect and love.

"Oh, my dear Michaela, please wait a moment."

After kissing the hand, Monger slowly stood up, but his chattering never stopped.

He opened his arms and waved the huge trident in his hand, then slowly turned around and said, "A distinguished guest has arrived—"

"Reinhardt, knight of [Moon Princess] Rani, what brings you to the Mongwen Dynasty?"

"Have you come to witness our wonderful dynasty?"

Monger slowly opened his arms as if to welcome him.

From beginning to end, they had no intention of launching an attack, and were not even annoyed by his appearance. Instead, they acted as if they were showing hospitality.

"It's really unexpected that the famous [Blood King] actually knows a nobody like me."

There was a hint of sarcasm and irony in Reinhardt's voice, but Monger didn't care:

"A nobody? No, your deeds are already known to everyone, and I have observed you for a long time. Considered a criminal by the Two Fingers, a traitor wanted by Kalia, and now wandering on the edge of fading..."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on Monger's dark face, as if he was very happy about Reinhardt's experience.

He was indeed very happy. Only when he was abandoned by many forces would he have the opportunity to win over the human being in front of him who was armed with laws.

We should thank [Moon Princess] Lani for her recklessness in abandoning such a precious existence.

Then, he extended his hand with thick claws towards Reinhardt and said in a deep voice:

"Oh, Reinhardt, pitiful knight ruthlessly abandoned by the Moon Princess, come and join our Blood Dynasty and become a Blood Finger."

The two shrewd eyes set in that dark face emitted a greedy light.

He particularly admires and desires Reinhardt, who is another important chess piece besides Michaela.

If he could use the Law of the Sun to defile the powerless sun with his mother's filthy blood, then his Blood Dynasty would have a basis and could completely ban the Golden Tree.

"What [Moon Princess] Lani once gave you, I can grant you. I can make you a prince. Come and witness our wonderful dynasty together and share the glory of blood!"

By the end, Mung himself was intoxicated, as if he had already seen the Blood Dynasty unifying the border area.

"Are you kidding me, Monger?"

The sudden words woke Monger from his sweet dream, and he saw Reinhardt's face full of disgust.

"You said you can give me everything that Lani gave me? Stop kidding!"

"Lani is my faith, and you, who are you?"

"Lani can give me a football team, can you?"

"Even if it's possible, I wouldn't want you to have that big, thick, muscular look!

And they're smelting copper, and using male ketones. It's so fucking disgusting, it's nauseating!"

His blunt insults caused a shadow to appear in Monger's eyes, and his face became darker and darker like ink. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Reinhardt unkindly.

"...What a shame. Looks like you're going to refuse my invitation?"

A low, hoarse voice echoed in Reinhardt's ears.

"Isn't it obvious? Don't you have eyes?"

His face was full of disgust. He took out the pyroxene weapon "De" from his waist and pointed it high into the sky. With the transmission of solar power, the spreading crystals gradually condensed into a translucent hand axe, and the scorching breath emitted slightly distorted the air.

"...You even dared to insult Lani and try to get me to join the Blood Dynasty. Do you think that's possible? Mr. Male Ketone with a Copper Smelting Fetish?"

"If you haven't woken up from the dream, go back to sleep... Oh no, you don't have a chance anymore, because you will die under my blade."

His words completely infuriated Monger, "You sharp-tongued brat."

He immediately raised the trident in his hand and charged like a bison. In the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of him like a high-speed car, and swung the trident burning with blood flames down heavily.

boom--

The temple was shaking, and the ground beneath their feet began to crack like a spider web. Scalding magma surged out, and the blood swamp beneath the Mongwen Dynasty was stirred up by waves several meters high, as if the entire temple had sunk several centimeters.

Reinhardt acted as if nothing had happened, letting the magma at his feet gush and surge.