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Chapter 131 Chapter 131: Londinium and the Lord of Blood

Dec 08, 2025 1,362 words

Chapter 131: Londinium and the Lord of Blood

"I'm angry, huff, very angry."

Xi stood with her hands on her hips, her face set in a scowl. After letting go of the burdens on her shoulders, she, like Kevin, had become more and more "human," at least in front of these two "annoying" individuals.

Otherwise, with the aloof temperament cultivated over a century of solitude, when encountering such matters, she would either be indifferent or simply draw her sword. Where would she ever directly express her feelings like this?

Although even after changing, she still retained that homebody personality who wasn't too keen on going out...

"Sorry." ×2

The two spoke in unison. Kevin and Pozëmka's attitudes were exceptionally sincere. After all, they were the ones who had lured her to Dossoles and then forgotten her there. They were definitely in the wrong.

"Apologize? If apologies could solve problems, what use would the constables of Gou Wu be?"

"Quack? Quack quack."

"Oh, Ayao, don't try to persuade me. Today, this malicious couple can forget us there; next time they might dare to sell you to Kazdel."

"Quack?!"

Ayao's gaze gradually grew vacant. Was it really that exaggerated? Its non-existent brain capacity couldn't process such a complex problem.

"Hahaha."

Nian laughed gleefully on the side. Even with a fan covering her mouth, it couldn't muffle the laughter she hadn't even thought of concealing.

Her silly little sister actually had a day like this? Well done! Who told them to go out and have fun without her? Sigh, the beach, sunshine, parties—they were ultimately not meant for her.

"Alright, Xi, calm down. Didn't Kevin bring you back?"

Fiammetta took Xi's small hand. The other party snorted lightly but didn't refuse. Putting aside everything else, Kevin's spatial ability was indeed very convenient. From Dossoles to Gou Wu, the round trip didn't even take a few seconds.

But she! Xi! Absolutely would not let this go so easily today!

"I made your favorite West Lake Vinegar Scale Fish~"

"Not eating."

"The ingredients are very fresh. Kevin personally fished the live scale fish from West Lake~"

In the lake one second, in the pot the next.

Even those long-established restaurants in Yan couldn't achieve that.

"Mmm~, one word: fresh!"

Nian didn't understand what courtesy meant. She sat down at the table and started tasting on her own. Although the dish before her wasn't spicy, she didn't really mind other forms of deliciousness either.

As she ate, she clicked her tongue in admiration. Truly worthy of being scale fish caught not long ago. However, her exaggerated sounds fell on Xi's ears as exceptionally grating.

"Hmph, someone really has no shame. Clearly a dish prepared for me, yet she starts eating it herself."

"Huh? Didn't you say you weren't eating?"

Faced with Xi's sarcastic words, a playful smile hung on Nian's lips as she teased.

"Eat! Why wouldn't I eat? Better than letting someone who doesn't know how to appreciate it ruin it."

She huffed and puffed as she came to the dining table and picked up her chopsticks.

"I'll eat! I'll eat eat eat... Ayao, you eat too. Can't let this woman take advantage of us for nothing."

Pozëmka breathed a sigh of relief and exchanged a glance with Kevin. The two of them gave Nian a thumbs-up intacit understanding. No wonder they were biological sisters; she had a way with things.

Several months passed in the blink of an eye. Gou Wu was peaceful and without disaster.

But far away in the wilderness, the people of Rhodes Island were different from Fiammetta and Kevin's stability. Their lives seemed much more "exciting."

——————

At least that's what Yelena thought.

Beaches, knight tournaments, mountain folk just introduced to electric blankets...

In less than a year, she had seen more new things than in her entire life combined. She was no longer that country rabbit from the snowy plains.

Now, she had truly become an elite operator of Rhodes Island.

"Amiya, FrostNova, Logos, high-priority target confirmed. Identity confirmed as the Lord of Blood. Please lead your respective squads to delay them as much as possible and buy time for the drones."

The Doctor's instructions came through the earpiece, his voice calm and clear, inspiring trust.

"Understood, Doctor. Everyone, let's break through the blood barrier together."

Amiya wore combat attire. After going through trials and tribulations, much of the childishness had faded from her face, and the bearing of a Amiya was gradually becoming apparent on her.

"Mhm."

FrostNova exhaled a white stream of air as an ice sword condensed in her hand.

Assuming a sheathing stance, she unleashed the sword technique she had practiced to perfection—

"Chaotic Hundred Flowers [Chrysanthemum]!"

In an instant, dozens of pale sword slashes struck the thick, viscous blood barrier. Clumps of blood first hardened due to the cold influence before being effortlessly shattered by the following sword slashes.

The Caster squad and Sniper squad also poured their full firepower into the barrier. Under such high-density attacks, even a barrier formed by the Lord of Blood couldn't hold for long. Soon, they opened a breach.

"Great, everyone follow."

Amiya led everyone quickly towards the top of the city wall.

When they arrived here, two sides had clearly been in a standoff for some time: Ascalon in a cloak; Lieutenant Colonel Leto and Manfred; and a formidable enemy—the Lord of Blood.

"This is our first meeting, 'Demon King'."

The Lord of Blood elegantly lifted his chin, a playful smile on his lips. He appeared composed and unhurried—or rather, he was confident that these people from Rhodes Island lacked the ability to threaten a Lord of the Court.

At least according to intelligence, that man had been gone for so long. All his composure was built upon this premise.

Otherwise, the Lord of Blood would definitely have retreated to Kazdel with his creations without a second thought. For that measly blood salary? Why risk his life!

"This is our first formal meeting, 'Demon King'."

"Blood Fiend, I have seen you many times already."

Amiya held dark magic stored in her palm, ready to strike at any moment. She understood that the person before her was absolutely not as courteous as he appeared on the surface.

"I see anger in your eyes. Is it because of those sacrifices? You disappoint me."

The Lord of Blood shook his head. He had originally held onto a last shred of fantasy regarding Theresa's chosen successor.

"You wish to execute me? Relying on those pitch-black axes and spears?"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Weapons formed from magic plunged straight into the thick blood, merely creating ripples before being swallowed without suspense.

"Amiya, such attacks are too feeble. If you wish to kill me, attacks of this level are far from enough."

A flash of boredom crossed his face.

Compared to that coldness that seemed capable of freezing time and those flames that could boil seas and skies, the power of this "Demon King" before him...

Simply made him feel ridiculous.

"Perhaps Rhodes Island once indeed possessed power capable of threatening my life. But unfortunately, he is no longer here. Without his protection, you all truly lack exciting qualities."

"Compared to that man, Rhodes Island's power is far too feeble—so feeble that one feels like snuffing it out with a casual flick—"

The Lord of Blood's eyes turned dangerous as blood coiled around his fingertips. With a casual flick—

Crimson thorns grew wildly, swarming towards Amiya. Since she couldn't even meet his pitifully low minimum expectations, such an uninteresting life need not exist.

Clang!

"Disperse!"

The ice blade and the Banshee's magic arrived almost simultaneously. Combining their strength, they instantly shattered the flesh-and-blood thorns!

Even part of their attacks continued unabated towards the Lord of Blood.

He frowned as several dull thuds sounded on the barrier surrounding him.

"It seems you are not alone; you've brought two retainers with you?"

He shifted his gaze to FrostNova, his eyes meaningful:

"The way you drive your magic is peculiar—so peculiar that I smell that man's scent on it. Different, yet similar. What is your relationship with him?"

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