"Stop! Defensive formation!"
The commander of the United Army imdiately issued orders.
The United Army, previously on the offensive, quickly gathered into a defensive posture, surrounding the entire castle.
In just this brief mont.
The battlefield inexplicably fell silent, despite the fierce intensity of the situation.
Not only the soldiers but also the Blood Race.
Even the commanders at the back, Night Watcher, and Kana all looked up at the sa ti, turning their gaze toward the castle’s tower.
Atop that tower.
In this dark night environnt.
The balcony emitted a golden-yellow glow.
Indicating that the room connected to the balcony was brightly lit.
A silhouette gradually erged from within the tower.
Standing silently on the balcony.
Everyone looked upward.
Kana naturally recognized who this person was, whether from the fragnted mories in his mind or from appearances he had seen in the ga.
They all indicated that this was the biggest antagonist of version 1.0, although not the final boss.
Because it was a story kill.
The old man’s features were clear, resembling an elderly man.
But his posture was upright, his physique robust, mainly exuding an aura of slight majesty.
The aura emanating from him was overwhelmingly imposing, making it hard to breathe.
His face was pale, his hair and beard snow-white, but his eyes were blood-red.
Displaying obvious traits of the Blood Race.
"Your Majesty the King! Why don’t you want General Martin to return for aid?"
The Blood Race’s commanding officer questioned.
At this mont, he only desired an answer.
His voice carried through the silent environnt, reaching everyone’s ears.
"Why? Naturally, it can’t be allowed. If they returned, how could these foolish, cowardly creatures co before so smoothly?"
The Blood Race King’s voice was calm, as if discussing an entirely correct matter.
In an instant, he insulted everyone.
Suddenly, among the soldiers below, faces turned green.
Though the commander sowhat understood, if the main forces of the Blood Race returned, given their current situation, capturing it would indeed be extrely difficult.
Perhaps they were still in a standoff at the fortress.
But with the abilities of the Blood Race’s Royal Court, considering so many forces as enemies, it was evidently a delusion; defeat was rely a matter of ti.
"Disgusting creatures, evil race, you are destined for defeat from the mont of your creation!
Wait for us to annihilate you, and chop off your heads."
Below, a rough and angry officer shouted loudly.
The Blood Race King glanced casually, then waved his hand lightly.
The officer, who was just cursing angrily, imdiately felt sothing amiss with his body.
"Ahhhh!"
He scread in agony.
Soldiers around him were frightened, retreating in shock.
Perhaps the intent was to kill chickens to scare monkeys.
At this mont, the officer’s condition was extrely miserable, as if sothing within his body was boiling and churning, attempting to co out.
His screams pierced the night, allowing everyone to hear his suffering clearly.
However, at this mont.
His painful, swelling body suddenly subsided, gradually returning to normal.
The officer collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily and frantically, drenched in sweat and blood seeping from his pores.
Yet, this officer who dared speak such words clearly possessed strength, roughly Level Four, enduring such harsh tornt without completely fainting.
He raised his head.
Thinking his own rude words were ant to make him an example.
But unexpectedly.
A silhouette appeared beside him.
This silhouette was precisely Kana.
It was Kana who used Power to block the tornt inflicted by his grandfather.
In an instant, everyone’s gaze fell on Kana.
And Kana rely looked up slightly toward the "grandfather" on the tower.
"You, are Kana?"
The Blood Race King asked.
Even before Kana could respond, he seed convinced.
"You may not have seen , but you’ve surely heard of . I heard about you from your parents, how you deceived their eyes and escaped their control.
Like my ungrateful son, you chose to abandon our path."
He said, his gaze knowingly shifting back.
Looking towards the Night Watcher’s direction.
"Am I right, Vainsha?"
Within the Night Watcher team was Count Vainsha.
He looked at his father atop the stone tower, his father’s image long faded in his heart, replaced with calmness.
Witnessing this scene, whatever hatred once lingered in his heart perhaps had faded long ago.
Perhaps it was due to joining the Night Watchers, adopting grander goals. Past grievances seed trivial.
Nevertheless, he didn’t react as he previously imagined; seeing his father didn’t lead to a loss of control but to calmness.
"Heh, you’ve grown too."
The Blood Race King said lightly, but anyone could detect a trace of appreciation in his tone.
This was exceedingly strange.
His gaze returned to Kana below.
"You’re unique. Your lineage hasn’t been altered, nor are you an inferior mber of the Blood Race, yet you’ve certainly mastered blood Magic.
Haha, your mother doesn’t possess such capabilities; did you perform sothing on yourself?"
Kana didn’t reply, else claim he was cheating? Sealed the Blood Race’s source within himself? That’s impossible.
Though he was pleased within.
A little more, a bit more would be perfect.
This was why Kana chose to appear now.
He needed to beco known, to shine, needing his grandfather to unveil certain identities.
Preparing for his future plans.
There was no better stage than this mont.
And just as he anticipated, his grandfather was cooperating.
Those unaware might think they’d rehearsed it.
"A genius, but don’t acknowledge as your grandfather?! Hiding your talents just to break free from your family?"
The Blood Race King suddenly said.
Then laughed heartily, his voice filled with boldness.
"Hahaha! Soon, you’ll witness my masterpiece, witness to the fullest!
As my bloodline, I allow you to feel proud at this mont!"
He laughed jubilantly.
Suddenly, the pitch-black clouds in the sky parted.
The parted clouds ford a void, becoming a beam of sunlight descending.
Landing where the Blood Race King stood.
A massive Magic Power gathered, visibly to the naked eye.
A huge accumulation of Magic Power ford pressure.
Causing chaos among all the soldiers.
"Bang!"
With a loud explosion.
The tower where the Blood Race King stood exploded.
A dazzling Gemstone, head-sized and ford of Cross Stars, slowly floated up.
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