As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

Roy grabbed Nia and was about to run, but unexpectedly, the empty eyes suddenly turned upwards and locked onto them accurately.

A strange female face suddenly grew out of the abdomen of the [Fallen Son].

The man's face was slightly open, and the hoarse voice did not sound like something that could be produced by a living being. It was like the friction between sand and dead wood, piercing the heart. Every word he spoke gave the two men an unbearable headache and made them unable to move at all.

"Blood of the false king, hand over the [Forest Spirit]."

"You have been marked by a dragon, and I have no intention of competing with it for its prey."

Roy felt the tender hand in his hand shrink back slightly, but he held it back tightly.

He forced a wry smile, staring at the monster on the flower of flesh and blood, and said coldly, "What if I refuse?"

There was a moment of silence, and the woman's face, expressionless, slowly faded away.

"Then die."

"I will leave your body to the dragon."

Damn it, do these evil gods really still disdain to negotiate with tiny mortals?!

Feeling the vast supernatural power coming at him, Roy cursed inwardly and jumped down with Nia in his hand.

The next second, a rotten wood blade wrapped in corrupt pus came slashing down, and the rotten giant tree, which was already unable to bear the weight, was completely cut off and collapsed after a hoarse cry.

In mid-air, large tracts of forest withered and collapsed under this casual blow. Wherever the pus went, all the animals and plants were reduced to nothing, and turned into residue and powder.

At the critical moment.

Roy hurriedly stabbed his sword into another tree to stop himself from falling.

Beneath him was a miasma surging like a swamp, corroding even the very earth itself and causing it to sink continuously. It was more terrifying than the miasma in the [Fallen Forest] that could be resisted by drinking holy water!

Even if Nia is protected by the life-source West Wind, she will surely die if she falls.

This is the power of mythical creatures, descendants of evil gods. They don't even need to deliberately attack, their mere existence is enough to annihilate ordinary creatures.

Roy pulled Nia with great effort, but was surprised to find that the girl's fingertips were slowly relaxing.

"Hurry up!"

The boy looked back anxiously, only to see Nia looking back at him with an indescribable look.

"Two people can't escape."

The young man looked exhausted, and was even more haggard due to the erosion of the miasma. His extraordinary strength had long been reduced to less than one tenth, and even the injured arm that was holding the sword and struggling to support it was trembling.

He can't hold on any longer.

Even so, he still refused to let go.

"[Withering of All Things] was meant for me. If this is my fate, then you shouldn't bear the consequences."

Under Roy's stunned gaze, the girl smiled slightly with tears in her eyes: "Actually, I'm really happy to have you by my side."

"Unfortunately, our adventure seems to have ended here." The girl's smile was still pure and flawless, but at the last moment, tears of sadness still flowed from the corners of her eyes.

"Don't let go..."

"Goodbye."

The touch of my fingertips slipped away.

The elf girl closed her eyes, opened her arms, and fell into the abyss of decay like a bird with broken wings.

Chapter 117: Choice and Enlightenment

As Nia left, Roy clearly felt his body lighten, and the hostility of the [Son of Withering] towards him disappeared instantly.

As the evil god stated, he did not want to be an enemy of the false king's blood unless he became his own.

Facing the offspring of the Fallen Mother Goddess, the two had no chance of survival.

Sacrificing one person at least allows another to survive.

This may be the most reasonable approach.

But Roy couldn't accept it.

The only thing he absolutely could not accept was sacrificing Nia.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will never give up.

The moment Nia fell, the young man also loosened his grip on the sword, stomped hard on the tree wall, and fell rapidly downwards. In mid-air, he stretched out his hand towards the emerald green figure.

Heavy miasma and rotten wooden spears attacked from all directions, like ferocious prehistoric beasts, ready to devour them easily.

However, time stands still here.

[Confirm to consume 1 Fate Reversal Point and start projecting the road to becoming a king! ]

Time passed, and memories became hazy. At this critical moment, Roy gambled everything he had and was reborn in the distant First Era to witness the bond between the True Ancestor and the adventurers, and to find his own answers.

As he expected, Leia did not give up.

After learning that Lilia had left without saying goodbye, Leia rushed back to the castle without hesitation.

That was the fateful place where the two first met, and also the starting point of their adventure. Now, it is also the opportunity for the two to reconcile.

The ancient castle collapsed, the earth cracked, and the originally quiet night was filled with the thick and indissoluble smell of blood and the stench of rotting plants.

In the heart of the picturesque castle, the blonde vampire sat in the middle of the ruins.

Even though she was seriously injured in a fierce battle, leaving her flawless skin stained with filth, she was as graceful and elegant as usual, maintaining the dignity and pride of the vampire true ancestor.

Until Leia appeared in front of her.

The originally calm face finally showed a trace of hesitation.

"Why......"

"What why? You are the one, why are you leaving?!"

"No, I already said it in the letter. The war between [Withering of All Things] and the vampires will never end..."

"That kind of thing doesn't matter at all!"

The shouts of the young adventurer were deafening in the darkness.

This was the first time he expressed his emotions so intensely that even the dignified demigod and the True Ancestor of the Blood Clan was stunned.

"Whether it's [Withering of All Things] or the True Ancestor of the Blood Clan, those things don't matter at all! Didn't we agree to go on adventures together? Don't even think about leaving me alone!"

The young man resolutely stepped into the castle and used his strength, which was really small for a demigod, to grab Lilia's hand tightly.

"Even if I die, I will never let you escape!"

The vampire princess had a tearful expression on her face, but her lips curled up as if incomparably happy.

"I can't do anything about you..."

"Even if I die, you don't want to be separated from me? Do you know what you are saying?"

"...Stop talking nonsense. Of course I know about that kind of thing."

A trace of shame appeared on the young man's face, but he did not retreat at all.

"Are you really sure? To be with me forever means giving up your human identity and becoming one of my kind. As a mortal, you don't have to bear the sins of the vampire race." Lilia gently stroked Leia's face, as if she was expecting something, but also seemed reluctant.

And Laya responded to his expectations: "As long as I can be with you, I don't care."

Lilia smiled.

"I, the True Ancestor Lilia, will make a blood pact with you, the mortal Leia!"

"Are you willing to bear the sins and power of my clan, and bear my protection forever?"

Leia looked back at the vampire princess and said firmly, "I do!"

"Swear by the blood oath! *2"

Then the moonlight disappeared and the long night fell.

The blonde vampire hugged her beloved tightly, opened her lips, showed her fangs, and gave him the most sincere love and the heaviest curse of the vampire clan.

That was the first embrace from the last vampire in the world.

The majestic supernatural power violently invaded Leia's blood vessels along the fangs, and Roy, who was the blood of the pseudo-king, also felt the pain of being invaded by the power of the demigod through the power of his blood.

The blood in his body was boiling and his bones were breaking. His overly powerful vitality was like lead liquid that corroded his bones, bringing him terrible torture.

But Roy also felt the boy's strong determination to move forward with Lilia.

And my determination to go with Nia will never be lost!

The violent blood light bloomed like a rose, celebrating the rebirth of a vampire.

Leia's long hair was as bright as moonlight, and her skin became as white as snow. She gave up her mortal body and became a member of the noble blood clan.

And Roy's left eye finally turned as red as blood.

The mottled light and shadows gradually softened, and the traces of the ancient castle gradually disappeared.

When everything cleared up, the familiar tombs of kings appeared in front of Roy.

An old man with a long beard and wearing a dark gold robe sat quietly aside, closing his eyes to rest.

Behind him, the originally empty mausoleum chamber was lit up with an enchanting crimson light.

The vampire princess in a dark red dress was sitting on her knees in front of the mausoleum, casting a playful glance with her enchanting blood-red eyes.

Just looking into his eyes made Roy feel a bone-chilling chill from the depths of his soul, as if he were a prey being targeted by a high-ranking predator.

But Roy looked back without any fear.

The last True Ancestor, a member of the Blood Clan, of the same origin as the Forest Elves, a demigod who controls the energy of life.

This is exactly the strength I need.

Lilia lifted Luo's chin with her fingertips, slightly amused: "Laya has made his choice, what about you, little brother of the false king's blood?"

"The Blood of the False King already has a difficult fate, yet she must bear an additional burden? You can simply abandon her and [Withering] will leave you alone."

Logically speaking, this is not very wise.

At first, Roy did think so. He wanted to stay away from Nia as much as possible and avoid being involved in her fate-defying node, so that he could protect himself.

but--

"I don't care." Roy looked back at Lilia and smiled faintly.

I want to stroll with her on the bustling streets, chat with her in the quiet woods, drink mead with her and look at the boundless night sky again.

Having spent so many ordinary, insignificant, yet precious daily moments together, Roy could no longer let go of the elf girl with a smile as beautiful as a flower.

"I don't care whether it's fate or [Death of All Things]. All I care about is Nia, nothing more."

The vampire princess' pupils trembled slightly, and then a look of nostalgia appeared on her face.

"Come on. What you want is right ahead."

Roy followed Lilia's footsteps and stepped into the scarlet mausoleum.

In the very center of the mausoleum, nestled among thorns and roses, lay a crimson scythe. Its blade was dazzling, blood-red, and unstoppable. Its shaft was smooth and delicate, like a carved agate, slender and beautiful.

Noble and elegant, like a work of art, yet a bloody and murderous weapon. It inspires fear, yet also unbearable desire, exuding a demonic charm.

"This is the shackles my ancestors forged in the First Era to fight against the corrupted ones who caused the Withering of All Things and to remember the sins of the True Ancestors. It's the [Blood Blade - Scarlet Sin]." Lilia stared at the scarlet weapon with a complicated look in her eyes.

"I like your answer just now, but it sounds like you're just copying Laiya and trying to please me."

Lilia restrained her smile, narrowed her eyes, and exuded a bloodthirsty sense of oppression.

"My power comes at a high price, far beyond the reach of ordinary humans. By inheriting my power, you will also bear the fate of becoming an enemy of [Withering of All Things]."

"Are you sure you have this awareness?"

Chapter 118 Conviction

Those scarlet eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

Leia gave everything for Lilia, accepting the First Embrace, becoming a vampire, and accompanying her on that thorny journey. While this story is truly heartfelt and precious, it wasn't the ending Roy wanted.

After giving everything for Lilia, what will he have left in the end?