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

From the empty coffin and the phantom lingering thoughts that come with seeing the coffin, it can be seen that even though Leia turned into a vampire, she was ultimately unable to accompany Lilia to the end.

So, Roy slowly gave his answer

Facing the other party's murderous eyes, Roy closed his eyes: "I don't intend to go with her."

This thorny road is not what I want, nor is it what Nia wants.

What she wanted, what Nia could be happy about, was definitely not the endless feud between the elves and [Death of All Things]—

When he reopened his eyes, Roy smiled softly, "I will completely end our fate with [Withering of All Things] with her, and then accompany her on a true adventure."

Lilia was startled.

Then, she raised the corners of her lips, revealing a bright, happy smile with a hint of relief.

"I, [True Ancestor Lilia], hereby acknowledge that you are a descendant of the previous king. I now abide by the blood contract and grant you true protection!"

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In the air, the solidified miasma flowed again, and the sharp branch spears fell again.

Roy finally grabbed the girl's hand, pulled her into his arms, and held her tightly.

Nia's eyes widened in disbelief, and she asked anxiously, "Why—"

"Don't worry, it will be over soon."

The offspring of the evil god was waiting for them below, and the miasma that was enough to kill the two of them hundreds of times was surrounding them.

But being in the boy's arms, just hearing his nonchalant smile, made Nia inexplicably want to rely on him, and she couldn't help but hug his body.

In an instant, scarlet light condensed from the black-haired boy's hands.

Accompanied by a distant and frivolous laugh, the blade flashed.

[Consume 1 Fate Reversal Point to project the Blade of the Former King! ]

The thick, almost solidified miasma stagnated for a moment before being blown away by the crimson hurricane. The terrifyingly sharp tree branch spears were also shattered by the terrifying blade light.

The wind pressure mixed with the smell of blood turned into a hurricane, rising straight up like a scarlet staircase, and landed steadily at Roy's feet, as if welcoming the return of the king.

The black-haired boy held the elf girl in one hand and a scarlet scythe in the other, standing in the center of the scarlet hurricane. His left eye, which was originally as dark as the night, was now flashing scarlet like the crimson moonlight, facing the offspring of the evil god below from afar.

[Son of Withering] had no vision, but could still feel the bloody aura above his head that stung his soul, and let out a hoarse roar filled with murderous intent.

[Fallen Mother Tree] is the retrograde of life, and its offspring are also symbols of corruption and decline, existing forever in withering.

What it can't tolerate the most is this vast life force that stings every cell in its body.

“Die, die, die!”

The miasma-like air surged once more, transforming into a thick, yellow-green liquid. Immediately afterwards, countless branches and vines, entwined with this foul-smelling pus, transformed into a colossal mass.

The [Son of Withering] bathed in this muddy giant and became one with it.

Then, this fallen monster turned into a wave of decay, surging out with a power that could swallow the sky and block out the sun.

There was a loud roar, the earth shook, and the splashing pus swallowed up a large area of ​​forest, which collapsed one after another like building blocks, and even the ground itself sank.

Even the rescue team that had already escaped from the forest was terrified and trembling at the scene that looked like a natural disaster.

In the face of the tide of disaster, the power of mortals is so insignificant.

But at this moment, scarlet thunder suddenly appeared in the chaos, shocking them once again.

"What is that?!"

"Could it be that the evil god has other means?!"

"No, that's..."

The descendants of the elves were shocked and confused, unable to understand why they were so excited and restless about the blood-colored light.

In the center of the misty forest, a dazzling scarlet lightning suddenly flashed.

With the sharp sound of the knife and the dazzling light of the knife, the sea of ​​​​corrupted pus was actually cut in half from the middle!

Even though everything around him had turned into decayed debris, Roy alone stood in mid-air, protecting the elf girl in his arms, unshakable.

The blood of the true source is a power that is almost identical to the source of life, the west wind. It is also the demigod power that Roy obtained from the last true ancestor.

The twin royal families of the elves control the power of the very essence of life. The Forest Elves, rulers of the wind, protect the prosperity of their race. The Blood Elves, executioners of blood, punish those who betray life.

And what Roy held in his hand was the projection of the bloody weapon, [Blood Blade: Scarlet Sin], which was built with the blood of the True Source and had brought annihilation to countless fallen ones who [Decease All Things].

The black-haired boy swung the giant scythe, his eyes glowing red.

Countless miasmas retreated like a tide, and the giant creature as huge as a tsunami also shrank and withered, but this was by no means a sign of surrender, but a sign that the [Son of Withering] was concentrating all his strength.

It suddenly tensed its vines, leaning back, and then, a sinister flower sprouted from its abdomen. The miasma that filled the air, the endless decaying wood, the entire forest's vitality absorbed by it, all coalesced within it and suddenly erupted.

A yellow-green beam of light rushed towards them like a spear piercing through the sky.

In contrast, the black-haired boy violently brandished the giant sickle, and like the previous owners of this vicious weapon, he turned into the most cruel and ruthless executioner.

[Conviction].

The tiny action, like a moth flying into a flame, was like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to create any ripples and just faded away.

Until specks of blood-red emerged from the yellow-green liquid, until the pervasive blood dance began to dance like a hurricane once again.

The dazzling and enchanting blade light flashed like a meteor, going straight up against the current and cutting through the yellow-green flesh.

The world returned to silence, with only the sound of the wind echoing slowly.

At some point, the young man who had come behind the [Son of Withering] finally swung down the scarlet scythe.

The body of the [Son of Withering], which had devoured countless life forces, split in half and slowly dissipated like sand swept by a breeze.

The foul miasma vanished, and the clear blue sky once again enveloped the earth. The twisted vines and branches also dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The offspring of the evil god was still struggling, nurturing new forms in their constantly dying bodies, but like a drowning child, every time they took shape, they turned into dust at an even faster speed, and no matter how hard they struggled, it was of no avail.

The essence of True Source Blood is to transform life force into killing power, and its aggressiveness is even greater than that of Life Source West Wind. How could a mere descendant of an evil god withstand it?

After struggling for an unknown amount of time, the [Son of Withering] finally turned into a ball of mud, and finally a face full of resentment was faintly outlined.

The hatred and anger of losing her offspring eventually distorted the face of the [Fallen Mother Tree].

"Blood of the False King..."

"I had no intention of being your enemy, but you dared to kill my son!"

"One day you will have to pay for your sins of hindering me—"

Roy stepped forward, stepped on the squirming face, and smiled coldly.

"Stop talking nonsense. You don't need to come to me."

"One day, I will personally settle this feud. Until then, just clean your neck and wait, Evil God."

The giant scythe fell, and the distorted face was completely silent.

【Congratulations on completing the Fate-Defying Node! 】

[Nightingale's Fate-Defying Progress]: 60%

Chapter 119 Your Feelings Are Just Like This

The end of the fate-defying node marks the complete resolution of the crisis.

It was not until this moment that Roy let out a long sigh, unloaded the burden in his heart, and felt the air that was no longer polluted again.

He turned around and forced a smile at the elf girl beside him.

"I told you it would be over soon."

"Look at what you can do... Hey!"

Before the girl finished speaking, her smile froze.

Roy's body swayed and he fell to the ground.

Nia, who was frightened, almost instantly threw herself in front of Roy and caught him in her arms.

"I, I'm fine..."

"It's okay, you idiot! How can you be okay using that kind of power?!"

Looking at the young man who was already pale but still trying to stand up, Nia was so angry that she cursed and forced him back, holding him tightly in her arms as if he were an extremely precious treasure.

Roy's eyes were bloodshot, his body was weak, and his vitality was declining step by step. Just by looking at his haggard face, which looked as if he had been through a lot and was completely unlike the vicissitudes of life that a young man should have, you could tell how much he had paid.

Like a candle in the wind, it will be blown away by the wind in the next second.

Thinking of this, Nia hugged him tighter, and her eyes gradually became moist.

Roy was aware of this.

How could the power of the last True Ancestor be so easily absorbed?

Whether it was the Life Source West Wind or the True Source Essence Blood, they essentially consumed enormous amounts of life energy to function. He lacked elven blood, yet forcibly wielded this power, so it was understandable that his body couldn't withstand it.

Be handsome once, lie down all day.

The first time is new, the second time is familiar. It’s a krypton life flow, so you’ll get used to it.

Just looking at Nia, who always had a smiling face, but now had a tearful expression on her face, made Roy feel both warm and funny.

This girl, she wasn't that sad just now when she almost died at the hands of the Withered Child, right? Why is she a crybaby now?

"Don't worry... I won't die from this level... cough cough cough! I won't die..."

I wanted to comfort the other person, but I ended up coughing non-stop because I was too weak, and even coughed up blood.

No matter how you look at it, it seems like it's almost over?!

Now, seeing Roy coughing like a broken bellows, Nia was completely scared and hugged Roy tightly and sobbed.

"Shut up and get some rest!"

Then Roy went numb.

Because the other party's movements were too intense, the overly plump and soft thing suddenly swept over and blocked his face.

It was fragrant, soft, big, round, and had a hint of milky flavor, making it feel like heaven - but it was a bit tiring, and Roy almost went to heaven.

Under normal circumstances, he would have shamelessly accepted the elf girl's favor after a difficult psychological struggle. The problem was that he was already half-breathed, and this wave of dribbling and hitting the opponent completely blocked his mouth and nose, almost making him lose the remaining breath.

Moreover, Roy had lost too much blood and was exhausted, even moving his hands was difficult. He wanted to pat Nia and beg her for mercy, but she misunderstood him as seeking comfort and held him tightly.

No, how come you're even more cruel than [Withering of All Things]?!

Fortunately, the cry of a giant eagle was finally heard in the distance, allowing Nia to raise her head and relax her embrace. Otherwise, Roy would have suspected that he was going to die from breast cancer...

After that, Roy was sent back to the Magic Academy's infirmary to receive the highest level of medical care.

After resting, Nia told the representatives of various forces everything that happened in the Misty Forest.

She had selectively kept secret the details about Roy's bloodline. Her mother had told her that only the top brass of the major factions knew anything about the Pseudo-King's blood. However, she could tell from the serious expressions on everyone's faces that many of them knew something.

Of course, Nia doesn't care how the various forces deal with this matter. The only thing she cares about is Roy's safety.

So after reporting the situation, the elf girl rushed back to the clinic and came to Roy's room.

Standing outside the dim ward, looking through the glass at the weak and fainted boy, Nia bit her lips and was silent for a moment.

"Roy, is he really okay?" Even though she believed in the medical level of the academy, Nia couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Janetia, who came with Nia, was silent for a moment and then sighed slightly.

"Although his life is not in danger, his condition is not optimistic."

"He lost too much blood, overdrawn his supernatural powers, and seemed to have consumed some potion with severe side effects, causing his internal organs to ulcerate to varying degrees."

"Most importantly, the power of the vampires consumed too much of his vitality, which is why the aforementioned injuries have been difficult to heal."

With the medical expertise of the Magic Academy, as long as the head wasn't chopped off, they'd do everything they could to keep the person alive. Roy's injuries, while serious, were far from incurable.

However, the side effects of demigod power are beyond the reach of mortals.

Strictly speaking, this is beyond the scope of "treatment" and even the top medical teams are helpless.

Roy is now surrounded by advanced medical equipment, and even the liquid he is hanging in is made of precious herbs that are hard to come by.

Even so, the results were minimal.