Chapter 185: Godrick, I'm your relative!

Brilliant golden light was summoned by Mia.

Beneath that illusory Erdtree crest, golden particles of light rose within the graveyard-like courtyard.

Godrick lifted his greataxe from the ground, staring in bewilderment at the light surrounding the girl.

There was no doubt.

That was indeed the power of the Erdtree.

Godrick was familiar with the Priests of the Erdtree; he could even use some Erdtree Prayers himself.

But no one, including himself, could summon such light in this era where the Erdtree was gradually withering away.

“Just a Tarnished…”

A surge of rage rose from Godrick’s heart.

He could only look up, unable to obtain the power of gold, yet a Tarnished was being graced.

Envy, anger.

Strong emotions drove him as he charged toward Mia.

“Kneel before me!”

His great axe struck the ground with a heavy blow, and accompanied by a powerful pressure, the surface around Godrick completely cracked.

It was as if a giant palm had slapped down from the sky; the vegetation flattened under the pressure, and the tombstones within that range could not escape the fate of being shattered.

In a sense, everything around him had knelt.

Only Mia remained standing; the moment Godrick charged and raised his great axe, she used the lift of Stardust to leave Godrick’s attack range.

After that.

Having failed to harm Mia in the slightest after several consecutive attempts, Godrick was clearly even more furious.

Mia recalled the scene of her battle with Morgott not long ago.

Upon seeing a ‘Tarnished’ capable of using the power of the Erdtree, Morgott had also been filled with such towering rage.

The identical reactions of the two clearly shared a similar reason, perhaps resembling the selfish desire of ‘What right do you have to use the same power as me?’

This was undoubtedly a disgusting venting of emotions.

But Mia could understand.

After learning of Morgott’s vision and Godrick’s wish, she could understand.

In this era where the Erdtree’s grace has faded, the Erdtree grace Mia possesses has become the hope to change the status quo.

The hope is not Mia herself, but the pure, untainted power she carries.

Yet this power is held by a ‘Tarnished’.

A Tarnished, a sinner divested of grace by Queen Marika and exiled from The Lands Between, now wants to return and steal the throne of The Lands Between.

As a member of the Golden Lineage and the most legitimate successor, the resentment in Godrick’s heart could well be imagined.

He was envious and angry, never ceasing to hate the injustice of this world.

But he did not believe he had been betrayed by the ‘Erdtree’.

He viewed Mia as a thief, a burglar.

The giant axe came whistling down; the axe was thick to an exaggerated degree, and if it didn’t have two blades, it would have been a massive war hammer.

With a hideous expression, Godrick used his full strength to drive it, sending out waves of wind pressure.

In the middle of her retreat, Mia pointed her staff at Godrick, and a huge Glintstone Pebble formed in the gap as Godrick raised his axe, whistling through the air toward him.

Godrick roared and raised his great axe to block; the spinning Glintstone Pebble pushed him back, and from his two grafted legs, countless tentacle-like feet emerged.

Perhaps even Godrick himself did not know how many people’s limbs he had grafted onto his body.

The bricks on the ground were overturned, and after the Great Glintstone Pebble collapsed, Mia gave Godrick no time to catch his breath.

The moment the Great Pebble disappeared, dozens of Fiery Meteors came flying with bursts of flame.

Each one was as large as Mia’s head.

The Fiery Meteors danced in the air and pounced on Godrick.

Even if he could dodge one or two, or shatter one or two with the weapon in his hand, he could not escape unscathed from this meteor shower.

Mia had learned some lessons from her previous battle with Morgott.

If a Fluorspar Meteor only flies toward the target from one direction, it is very likely to be dodged.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to resonate with the stars in Britain, Mia had perfected her meteor magic.

Now, her meteors were like bees swarming toward flowers, tracing arcs of varying lengths and curvatures in the air.

They flew toward the target from the front and the sides.

Bursts of flame exploded on Godrick’s body; he let out several muffled groans, and a meteor slammed into his face.

His golden crown was knocked flying, spinning through the air as it followed the trajectory of a passing meteor.

The crown, which had been kept as clean as new, reflected the firelight of the meteors exploding on Godrick.

With a clink, it hit the ground and then, like an inconspicuous lost item, hid within the debris of the tombstones.

Red blood with a golden luster was already flowing down Godrick’s already aged face.

The loss of his crown left his hair disheveled, and his dry white strands were stuck together by blood.

The robes on his body had been burned down to mere fragments.

That hideous and ugly body was revealed without reservation.

It was a body of intertwined limbs, more Frankenstein than Frankenstein, more Abomination than Abomination.

Shredded meat smelling of char turned into a storm of blood and gore; the limbs on Godrick’s body were blown apart by the explosions, leaving his entire being a bloody mess.

“I am the King, how dare you!” Godrick roared, tossing his hair as he staggered backward.

Godrick understood that Mia was stronger than him.

Much, much stronger.

She was someone he could not defeat.

“Your Majesty!” The Guard had already heard the sound of battle in the courtyard.

They rushed over, only to be blocked outside by a Glintstone Crystal Wall that Mia had raised with a casual wave.