Chapter 20

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The fragrance of delicate and clean peach blossoms spread in all directions. In an era where it was difficult for peach blossoms to bloom, this patch of peach blossoms was considered extremely rare.

"These are... peach blossoms? It's not easy for peach blossoms to bloom unnaturally, yet he managed to make a whole patch bloom."

"What can we do with peach blossoms? You continue casting spells. We've lost three people and we must inform the front before the next rotation."

Before the peach blossoms were ready to wither, the petals were lifted by the wind. The petals danced in the dark night, their sweet fragrance becoming even more delightful.

"The dark magic suddenly transformed into natural wood. Did he change his strategy because we weren't frightened by his bloody violence?"

The dark Kirin was torn apart by the giant roc in mid-air. Then, the roc suddenly soared into the sky, with the flower petals quietly sticking to its body. Together, they charged into the clouds.

"The dark magic is extremely advantageous in this battlefield. The heavy scent of blood and the pitch-black night sky are the best places to cast dark magic. However, it just so happens that I have peach blossom pollen in my pocket and I also want to see the peach blossoms."

I slowly moved through the peach blossom trees. Even though I used magic, the blossoms couldn't remain in bloom for too long. So, I used them as explosive weapons to light up the night sky.

"Boom!" The cloud layers in the night sky were instantly blown open by a massive explosion, and the clouds began to disperse gradually.

The burning roc fell from the sky, its wings struggling in desperation. The flames all over its body gradually scattered, and the entire bird plummeted onto the deep forest, igniting more than half of it. The monsters in the forest crazily climbed up the millennium trees, waiting on the branches for the moment the community defense broke. They would then rush into the community and slaughter.

"As expected... this bird isn't so easy to be taken down."

The roc rolled on the ground, extinguishing the flames all over its body. However, its injuries were not light and it couldn't fly temporarily. A roc that couldn't fly was equivalent to a magic-user who couldn't cast magic.

"Tch, it used its call!"

The roc's sharp, piercing cries were deafening, as if needles were piercing one's eardrums. Even the wing-broken roc had this lethal move.

A red light shot out from the burning forest, and the crimson staff hit the roc's metallic beak without any defense.

"What is that? It actually... broke!" The person in yellow clothes looked at the sudden red light, inexplicably concerned about what it was.

"A monkey," I said.

"What monkey?"

"A monkey, a monkey with a stick."

"Monster? Shouldn't the monsters here only attack designated targets? Moreover, the selection phase for the Monster King should be over."

"It's over, indeed. But there's always a reckoning after the autumn. Even a dog that fell into the water needs to be beaten a few more times."

The owner of the red light was a monkey that stole hairpins. It held a stick in one hand and cradled a female monkey in the other. The female monkey had already breathed her last breath, her body covered in the roc's feathers, deeply embedded into her flesh. Blood flowed incessantly, but her death hadn't occurred long ago. The golden monkey seemed unwilling to believe the death of its female companion.

The monkey had grown to about two meters tall. It tenderly laid the female monkey down under a banyan tree, then knelt before her with one knee, gently placing a wooden hairpin on her.

"A hairpin?" I touched the extremely exquisite hairpin in my pocket, suddenly feeling a burden of guilt. "So this is it. Not only can it speak, but it's also a romantic monkey."

The monkey turned its back to the wildly roaring roc. It was filled with extreme anger and at the same time, grief that it couldn't extricate itself from. It raised its head towards the bright moon and let out a long howl. The burning flames around it moved in unison. Originally, the golden monkey had the Earth attribute, but it evolved into a monkey with dual attributes of Earth and Fire. It resisted Eve's control of magic and launched a life-and-death battle against the roc!

"The Roc bird can no longer help you, it's struggling to survive." I drew my sword and stood before the Yellow Robed Man, both of them unable to comprehend what was happening.

"Kill us, we're not afraid of death in Othrie, it's a choice we made long ago."

"Very well, but I'm curious, is it really about the sea territory that you made such a fuss?"

"What have you done that gives you the right to question us? Stop pretending and make your move."

"Hey, are you really willing to let him?" the Blue Robed Man seemed to disagree.

"Death is death, he won't benefit from it either."

"You think I have no means to deal with you? The Demon Realm is a place of freedom, but I have the ability to make people submit. I used to be the Demon Dragon, who could have secrets in front of me!"

The sword pierced through the Yellow Robed Man's abdomen, and from the engraved inscription on the blade, a translucent hand emerged.

"My... soul."

"It's been a very, very long time since I last used this Magic."

"This is..." the ethereal hand delved deeper into the Yellow Robed Man's body, forcefully pulling out a strand of his soul.

"I won't extract your entire soul, because I still need half of it for my use!"

"Half of my soul! What do you mean..."

"Yes, a soul fusion. My sword holds countless centuries of resentful spirits. Only one of you can enter your body in a half-soul state, possessing your abilities and memories, becoming my slave."

The hot blood within the Yellow Robed Man's body stirred the resentful spirits within the sword. Releasing one of them would curse a small town for a year.

"Why didn't you use your Magic from the beginning..."

"You ask me why I didn't use Magic on you from the start? I would have, but my sword has a preference for an adequate amount of fresh blood." The blade slightly rotated within the Yellow Robed Man's body, causing him unbearable pain, delighting the sword with the flow of blood and negative emotions.

"You little demon... Hahaha! I, Sakurai Ikio, am willing to die... but I will never be your captive!"

After revealing his name, Sakurai Ikio exerted his remaining control over his body's mana, concentrating it around his heart. I understood his intention; it was suicide. If the soul fusion failed, I wouldn't be able to control it, and the crimson eyes hadn't truly intimidated him. They signified his inner strength.

"Ahahaha! We are all warriors... everyone has long since... left a farewell note! Death... is... our destiny!" Sakurai Ikio looked up and laughed hysterically as I drew my sword. He laughed at my failure to stop him.

The next second, what I saw was not a human, but a pile of bloody flesh. It was appropriate to call it a thing, as it no longer resembled a human.

"This is the unwavering spirit of a person. I..."

Suddenly, a strong wind blew across the sky, and the Roc bird was knocked to the ground, barely alive. The monkey placed its foot on the bird's face, drawing power from the dragon inscription engraved on its staff. It could be said that its power grew stronger and fiercer through the staff, a translation of the dragon inscription: "The indomitable, only after death, can pull mountains and rivers, the one and only in the world."

"The new King of Monsters! You will take the place of the Roc bird and carry out Eve's command." The Blue Robed Man seemed to see a lifesaver.

"You're counting on him?"

"What!" The monkey took a deep breath, its fierce eyes fixated on the Blue Robed Man. It slowly walked past him, not obeying the command given through Eve's Magic.

"The indomitable bestows upon itself never to yield to any stronger power, the only thing the heavens and earth bestow upon it is the so-called 'human rights'! It can choose the path it wants to take, and no one can object."

"How is this possible!" the man in blue looked at the two-meter tall figure of the monkey, unable to believe that the Monster they had triggered was resisting them, refusing their every command.

The monkey glanced at me, although he was tall and had an eight-pack abs, he did not attack me because of his strength. He returned to his mother's side, transforming back into the appearance of a small monkey, quietly leaning against his mother, and curled up under the banyan tree with the stick he loved so much, silently accompanying and appearing somewhat eerie.

"Old man in the blue clothes, I know your face, you look like a strong person but your heart is not strong, because you were scared from the beginning."

"Who says I'm scared!" The man in blue continued to cast his spell, but he was no longer calm.

"From the beginning, not just now, but yesterday, you stood in the sky not because of anything else, but because you didn't want to expose yourself, sacrifice yourself. When your companions were captured, you wanted to silence them, but you left one alive, so you didn't really intend to silence them, you were just scared, your plan failed, and you returned to the world of the dead with nothing, to start over again."

"You..." The man in blue's eyebrows twitched. There were only the two of us left here, and no one could save him.

"Forget it, I'll find out who is stronger between you and the one who has died with just one sword."

The sword slowly, bit by bit, sliced open the man in blue's abdomen.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Blood flowed on the blade, the smell of blood became strong, crows gathered around us, those crows were eating the corpses, and these crows were magical Monsters, they were picky eaters, and those "Le" organization personnel at or above the Holy Rank were their best food.

"Don't be so scared, your body is trembling."

The man in blue's eyes were invaded by the black-purple sword energy, and the ethereal hand slowly pulled out half of his soul. The hand couldn't wait from the sword anymore, a half soul jumped out of the sword and fused with half of the man in blue's soul. The black-purple sword energy in the man in blue's eyes faded away, leaving only a person, continuing to cast Magic like a walking dead, maintaining the operation of Eve.

"You think you can scare me with this, so that you can maintain the operation of Magic and find where Ran is... Hey, wake up."

"Master!" The man in blue said in a low and weak voice.

"Tell me, what are these 'Le' organization people here for, and where are the sacrifices?"

"Master, this person is called Juguang, the reason he came to Othrie was to assassinate the Emperor and you, a total of two hundred people came..."

"Wait, I asked for the reason, there's no need to talk about those irrelevant things."

"Master, it's the Dragon's Roar from the sea..."

"Go on!"

"I don't know when it started, in a sea area in the east, there was a roar of dragons, and all the ships passing through that sea area ended up as ghost ships!"

When I heard this, I understood it to some extent, because I said "the grudges of the Dragon race" at the desert airport, which was blamed on me and Othrie by Othrie, strictly speaking, Zili Song was the one who was shot lying down.