Chapter 162 Chapter 162: The "Fragments" Tower
Chapter 162: The "Fragments" Tower
"Your Majesty?"
"Hmm, that is indeed the Breath of the Kings."
"It seems the Feline who escaped has learned to wield that weapon."
"Why couldn't it be those cowardly dukes?"
Theresis looked at the Lord of Fiends, wanting to know how he had reached that conclusion.
"So-called royalty and bloodlines are merely lies woven to consolidate rule, but the one standing behind that Feline is not so simple."
"Even without ascending the throne, they can grant someone liberation authority through a backdoor."
As an Ancient, the Lord of Fiends knew countless secrets. The clever application method obtained by some duke alone could never possibly liberate the Breath of the Kings to this extent.
"I see. It seems we need to recover the Breath of the Kings as soon as possible."
No matter how many times the Breath of the Kings could be liberated in a short period, it was a powerful threat to the Fragments Tower.
Theresis had originally planned to detach the outermost districts of Londinium to allow the central district carrying the Fragments Tower to accelerate.
Even the Sarkaz had gradually withdrawn from those areas.
But now, the strategy might need slight modification.
"Manfred...!"
Boom!
The blazing flames came far too quickly. The specially made walls of the Fragments Tower were incinerated and melted away as if they were rotten wood.
All obstacles seemed so fragile before that brilliance, akin to a dying star.
Theresis was the first to react.
He grabbed Manfred with one hand, not hesitating in the slightest. A blade light mingled with crimson and black shattered the side wall. Protecting his face with his arm, he jumped from the floor.
The biting high-altitude wind almost made it impossible to keep one's eyes open. The floor they were on was hundreds of meters high. Jumping was dangerous, but it clearly paled in comparison to that beam of fire.
The Lord of Blood and the Lord of Fiends also employed their own methods to escape from inside the Fragments Tower.
Fortunately, the flame light that nearly devoured everything was not aimed at them but merely targeted the Fragments Tower as a whole.
This towering structure, like Mount Targon, was severed at its waist by the heavenly fire, leaving behind red-black molten scars.
The upper half of the tower, carrying the Catastrophe Driver thimble, followed the trajectory carved by that strike and fell, collapsing.
Sarkaz warriors originally stationed near the Fragments Tower screamed in terror, fleeing to avoid this unwarranted disaster, struggling to pull themselves free from being buried alive.
Perhaps only today did the "Fragments" Tower truly live up to its name...
Thud! Thud!
The Lord of Blood seemed to sense something and looked up. The frequency and weight of these footsteps were all too familiar to him.
Each step of the other party seemed to tread upon his heart, pressing down until it was hard to breathe.
Whoosh!
Flames burned away the dust and smoke, revealing the formidable greatsword.
Ember still had lingering flameswrapped around it. Clearly, the previous strike had come from this.
But what made the Lord of Blood tremble even more was the man holding the greatsword. Just standing there, he seemed unattainable!
"Kevin?!"
The moment they saw that man, all questions seemed answered.
The Lord of Blood and Theresis finally understood why Rhodes Island dared to go against expectations and charge directly into Londinium.
"Theresis, I've come to negotiate terms with you."
Kevin held Shamash in hand, having already changed back into his Fire Moth attire.
"???"
So your way of negotiating is to blow up the other side's home first?
Theresis stared at him in astonishment, his incredulous gaze conveying his meaning all too clearly.
"That was part of the plan."
Kevin replied calmly, his tone not fluctuating because of Theresis's look.
"You withdraw..."
"Terms? Aegir, you will pay for your offense."
The Lord of Fiends struck his slightly charred, withered wooden staff. Nearly half of Sarkaz's high-end forces were gathered in Londinium.
This power, even if colliding with a major nation, it was uncertain who would emerge victorious, let alone against a mere Aegir?
The Lord of Blood watched his colleague who had already taken a step forward, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Ahem, actually, negotiating terms wasn't entirely unacceptable. Even if they were a bit excessive, he could probably accept them.
But as fellow Lords of the Court, his colleague was clearly much more stubborn than him.
"Withdrawing from Londinium is impossible."
Theresis set Manfred down and drew his blade. The other party was quite sensible and quickly left the scene. In a battle of this level, one more person wouldn't make a difference.
One after another, Confessors holding withered wooden longswords and wearing masks gathered around.
Lords of the Court plus Confessors team-fighting... a sight seen once in a century...
"Just as she predicted."
Kevin said no more. What to do when enemies are too rebellious? Beat them up once and they'll be fine.
A gray-green aura representing decay bloomed from the Lord of Fiends's staff. Accompanied by his ancient rhythm of tapping, it transformed into a dense green canopy.
Then, like a veil, it enveloped Kevin.
Fiend's witchcraft curse!
Weakness, heaviness, fatigue... Well, actually, Kevin felt none of these sensations.
"Prepare to withstand this strike imbued with destructive power!"
He swung Ember; flame light erupted!
The tide of blood and gray-green thick mist instantly collapsed and recoiled. The fiery clouds reflected red on the faces of the gathered Sarkaz.
Swish!
Black-red blade energy tore a gap through the sea of fire. Then several more attacks supplemented it before stabilizing the opening.
Led by Theresis, the threejoined forces finally carved out a small space for themselves within the endless flames.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A series of sounds resembling heartbeats abruptly rang out. Sensing that familiar aura, for the first time since the battle began, a slightly surprised expression appeared on Kevin's face.
Dark magic ignored the blazing sea of fire, transforming into writhing tentacles that wrapped around him.
Then instantly tightened!
An indescribable chaotic willmadness surged into Kevin's body.
For any normal person, this would be a blowsufficient to completely shatterwill and spirit!
A massive black cocoonhovered in mid-air.
Seeing his "masterpiece," the instigator finally lowered his arm.
"Well done."
Theresis's expression wascomplex but he couldn't help but offer praise.
"War will free Kazdel from its cycle of destruction. For the continuation of the Sarkaz, I will stand with you to realize our ideals."
Crack—
Theresis looked up in shock. Countless golden cracks appeared on the pitch-black giant cocoon. Faintly, one could still hearchanting resembling holy hymns.
A hand easily tore it open.
Kevin, freed from the sneak attack, showed no anger at all. Instead, his tone carried a hint of confusion:
"W shouldn't joke about such matters... Why are you here?"
"You who appear here in living form—can you answer my question—"
"—Theresa."
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