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

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Driven by divine power and carried by the holy sword, the attack even triggered a concrete phenomenon. It was the true judgment from the goddess.

At this moment, Alice gritted her teeth and stood up, once again driving the [Seraph] to face the judgment and respond with rebellion.

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The wind and rain are blowing, and ruins are everywhere.

Thunder sneered wildly in the night sky, while blood and fire danced wildly on the ground, clamoring for the end of the [False King].

Looking at the black-haired girl in the ruins, whose body was covered in blood and whose face was pale and who looked similar to himself, Roy couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This moment is the end of Rowling.

I’m probably not much better than Rowling at the moment, right?

The end of the blood of the previous false king, the memory of this bloodline seems to be hinting at something, the evil taste is extreme.

Before Rowling's death, the blonde girl was still young and naive, still learning to speak.

But Rowling had to let go.

"Hide, and don't come out no matter what happens."

"Alice has always been very obedient. This kind of thing shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"

The blonde girl shuddered as if realizing something, her expression showing a tearful look.

But in the end, she didn't cry or make a fuss, she just bit her lip, huddled obediently in the shadow of the ruins, and watched Rowling go away.

He is so sensible that he doesn't even look like a child.

Rowling dragged her wounded body towards the black-robed figure standing on the ruins.

The strange thing is that the image of that figure in memory is extremely vague, and the aura is extremely weird.

But there is no doubt that he is at least a high-level transcendent who has attained divinity, otherwise he would not have pushed Rowling into such a desperate situation.

He laughed happily, even a little exaggeratedly: "Miss, don't blame me for being ruthless. I gave you the chance to say your last words, okay?"

"Fuck you, you chased that kid all the way. Are you some kind of pedophile?"

"How rude! It's the Church that wants the Saint, and they're the pedophiles. I'm just cooperating with them. All I want is your life."

The figure laughed cruelly, and terrifying supernatural waves shook and turned into an invisible storm.

Faced with the despairing gap in strength, Rowling finally showed a hint of dejection.

"Looks like this is where we end up."

"Whether it's saving the world or the fate of the false king's blood, it all ends here."

Angel's shadow lowered her eyes: "You have done your best."

"But lastly, can you do me a favor?"

"After I die, your remaining soul will be taken away by him anyway. Are you really willing to let it end like this?"

"The fate of the world, the fate of the [False King], is what I accept, but at least..."

At least I want to do something for her.

Even if their fate is already determined, they still want to leave a spark of hope for the future.

No words are needed, those eyes as gentle as the night are telling of the final decision.

At this moment, Angel responded with a smile that was not so holy and dignified, but bright enough.

In the end, the desire to save the world is still so huge, distant, and unattainable, but all this is by no means meaningless.

Even if it's just for one person.

Alice's identity as a saint destined her to have an extraordinary ending, but at this moment, the two people who have also reached the end of their fate sincerely hope that she can have a fairy-tale ending that lives up to her name.

For this last hope, burn everything you have left.

Angel held Rowling's hand, mobilized her remaining strength, and condensed pure golden holy light.

The blood of the [Angel] turned into firewood, adding the final flame to the [False King].

This is exactly what Angel once said, one of the ways to advance to a higher level.

"As we're both high-level, don't lose."

"nonsense."

Amidst laughter and scolding, the first generation saint, the partner who accompanied Rowling through the last journey of her life, has disappeared.

In contrast, Roy's aura surged.

Behind her, a pair of pitch-black wings emerged.

The figure was startled, and finally stopped being frivolous.

"Can't laugh anymore? Good."

"If you want the bloodline of the [False King] so much, then I'll give it to you!"

The one-winged black angel raised a black flame, and the extraordinary wave that shook the earth and the sky swept across the entire city.

After the earth-shaking battle, Rowling and the blurry figure disappeared without a trace.

The sky cleared up and a ray of morning sun descended.

Only a pitch-black feather fell, carried away by the wind and drifted towards a corner.

The image becomes hazy and dissipates like quicksand.

When Roy regained consciousness, he had already returned to the tomb of the previous king.

Looking towards the deepest part of the mausoleum, Roy was surprised to see a woman who looked similar to him, with black hair and black eyes, sitting cross-legged in an unruly manner. But not that surprised.

"There's no need to be sad. You don't have that kind of aftertaste right now."

"Roy Ironblad, my boy."

Chapter 129 Blessing

The blood of the previous false king, the blood of the predecessor who traveled through time, is also his own...

Looking at the black-haired woman in front of him, with strange thoughts and a sense of closeness, Roy said in a daze: "Mother..."

Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly held his head and screamed: "Ah! No, don't say that name Kouya!"

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"I'll always be eighteen! I can't accept the reality of suddenly becoming a mother!"

"Then why do you call me kid?" Roy couldn't help but complain.

Unexpectedly, the other party immediately said seriously: "Because calling it that is very cool and prestigious."

"I call you kid, and you call me Sister Rowling. Isn't it fine if we call each other by our own names?"

Roy broke her delusion expressionlessly: "I know, mother."

"Hey!"

The higher the level of a transcendent's bloodline, the longer their lifespan and the more youthful they can remain.

I have to say that Rowling does look more like an older sister, and is not even much older than Jon Snow.

To be honest, it was difficult for Roy to feel any kinship towards someone who was only a blood relative but whom he had not met for many years.

But their identity as fellow time travelers and their fate of sharing the same blood of the false king gave him another sense of closeness, as if he was treating her like a sister next door.

However, thinking that the person in front of him was just a remnant soul and that the real Rowling had already met his end as a "fake king" in the East Continent and died in a foreign land, Roy couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Hey, hey, hey, can you stop looking so sullen, like you're looking at a dead person? Oh, I'm really dead."

"You look quite energetic."

Rowling spread her hands helplessly and said without any dignity: "What? The person is dead, what else can we do?"

"Besides, now is not the time to mourn the dead, otherwise you would be here to accompany me soon."

Roy was speechless.

Rowling's criticisms successfully diluted his sadness and raised his blood pressure.

God damn it will come to accompany you right away. After all, he is your son, can you please say something nice?!

They were mother and son, from the same hometown, and even more so, they were related by blood and had similar destinies as the blood of the pseudo-king. Roy simply stopped pretending and simply extended his hand to her.

"As you said, my situation is not good either."

"I need power!"

Of course, there was a price to pay for demanding power, but Roy believed that the other party was a mother after all, and she wouldn't ask for too much.

However, Rowling looked confused: "What power?"

"You want Pava too?"

Roy was anxious: "No, I mean, the Blade of the Former King...!"

Roy was halfway through his words when he suddenly realized what was wrong.

At the same time, Rowling rubbed her head sheepishly and said, "You think too much."

Rowling glanced at the other mausoleums in the distance. "They are Sequence 1 demigods, while I only reached Sequence 4 at my death. The reason I was able to leave behind a residual soul is because of the influence of higher-level demigods on those of the same bloodline."

"So, unfortunately, I don't have any extra strength."

"This time, you can only rely on yourself."

Roy immediately looked at him as if he was a piece of trash: "You are so useless."

The woman on top of the mausoleum twitched her lips and began to yell criticisms like "Humans have their limits", "It's not easy to have a remaining soul", and "Young people have to rely on themselves to fight".

But Roy was no longer listening.

The lack of extra protection meant that he had to rely on his own strength to return to reality.

Such a ruthless declaration made Roy feel disappointed.

Also.

Your good luck will run out one day.

How is it possible that every time there is a demigod who generously provides protection to help me overcome difficulties?

What's more, the power of the Goddess of Holy Light even exceeds that of the Phoenix. How could any demigod's protection be able to defeat the Supreme Pope under the command of the Goddess?

Seeing the young man lower his head silently, Rowling finally put away her frivolous look and sighed.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't do anything."

"I couldn't be with you, I couldn't protect Alice, I couldn't resist the fate of the false king's blood, and in the end, I couldn't even leave you anything... I'm truly sorry."

You can see your own offspring.

I get to see the children I once raised.

It should have been satisfying to witness two precious bonds being formed before their souls dissipated.

But now I have to witness them fall into the most tragic end...

Oh, even if I die, I have to witness how the last hope disappears. Does that mean everything I have done is meaningless?

Rowling closed her eyes in indignation and despair and clenched her fists.

However, the boy's voice was unexpectedly calm: "Why do you want to apologize?"

"On the contrary, I should be thanking you."

Rowling opened her eyes in astonishment, but what she saw was the boy's smile.

A smile that comes from the heart.

"Thank you for giving me life, and..."

"Thank you for saving Alice, which allowed us to meet."