Chapter 1650 - 124: Vows_5

No... no need to wait for the Song of Wind Fall to destroy, on the other end of the Royal City, the blood battle within the Butcher’s Pit continues. Holt is unclear what exactly is happening there, but he can see from afar those towering crimson crystals, the rising darkness, and the complete collapse of reality.

My God...

Thinking of these, Holt couldn’t help but laugh a little to himself, who knows what’s happening there, is it Bologue and the others’ doing? That would be too remarkable. If things continue like this, it won’t be long before the entire Royal City falls into the Ethereal Realm. If the catastrophe spreads further, triggering the Ethereal Vortex Point above the Angry Sea, perhaps the entire Land of Eternal Night will be erased from the Material Realm.

Rest is over.

Holt tightened his grip on the Secret Sword, his gaze as sharp as a torch staring at the Regent King. The Regent King noticed Holt’s gaze and finally withdrew his sight from afar to meet Holt’s.

"Did I guess wrong?" Holt asked, "Is your vow not about so-called fairness?"

The Regent King glanced down at the ground and shook his head self-consciously, then finally raised his head again, smiled with a frown, affirming, "That is not my vow, really, how could anyone define a vow as something like fairness?"

"Then why?" Holt was puzzled, "If not..."

Holt’s voice came to an abrupt halt, understanding the reason behind it all, somewhat surprised and a bit unbelieving.

"It’s not a vow, just a restraint of myself," the Regent King spread his hands, "I am like you, Holt, we are proud individuals, with somewhat stubborn pursuits, aren’t we?"

A trace of smile appeared on Holt’s cold face, "I suddenly find you interesting."

Rather than being proud, Holt and the Regent King are adherents to certain principles, with self-restraint separating them from beasts, bringing inner satisfaction and dignity.

Holt curiously asked, "Then what is your true vow?"

"True vow?"

The Regent King hesitated for a moment, his gaze unnaturally falling upon the Origin Tower towering into the gloomy clouds.

Eventually, he didn’t answer Holt’s question, but instead turned sideways, left hand behind him, right hand raised the Shadow Blade, its slender shadow thin as a feather.

The Regent King asked, "Next round?"

Amidst the landslide and the rupture of destruction, Holt responded affirmatively.

"Next round."

Just as they resolved to fight to the death, a thunderous explosion suddenly erupted above the sky, like wild horses galloping across the heavens, breaking the silence, waking everyone instantly.

Both of them looked in the direction of the sound simultaneously, a blaze of scarlet filled their view.

The firelight was fierce and bright, with an unstoppable force, instantly burning throughout the entire sky, casting a pallid weakness over the darkened land.

Looking towards the source of the light, they saw the Origin Tower ablaze, a gigantic scar unraveling upon the tower’s body, as if pierced by a massive blade.

From the wound, scorching flames fiercely spewed out, transforming into a rain of fire, scattering towards the earthly realm, then flowing down along the tower’s body, drenching the Royal City in firelight.

Witnessing this scene, Holt felt no inner turmoil; it seemed like the eve of an apocalypse, no disaster would shock Holt anymore, whereas the Regent King, upon seeing the blaze on the Origin Tower, his expression turned solemn immediately.

Holt was just intending to continue his duel with the Regent King, but the Regent King didn’t even glance at Holt and directly submerged into the Mirror Realm, disappearing without a trace.

On the vast desolate ruins, suddenly only Holt was left alone, he blinked, as if not yet reacting, until he realized the Regent King’s Ether gradually dissipating, then he understood that the Regent King gave up the duel.

Immediately, Holt realized the sole reason for such an arrogant and somewhat foolish individual to abandon the duel must be his true vow.

Now looking at the burning Origin Tower, Holt didn’t pause for a moment and headed quickly towards the center of the Royal City.

The Origin Tower, like a gigantic torch, blazing brightly, no matter where one is within the Land of Eternal Night, just by lifting their head, they can catch sight of this dazzling light.

Melissa and the blood dwellers gazed at the light with tears streaming down their faces, while the Night Race members were terrified by the blazing light; it was so brilliant, like the morning star in the tales.

Everyone saw it, even Serey, deep within the Dark Void.

As darkness was about to completely engulf Serey, the burning light point pierced through the dark, at this moment, in this information-drowning swamp, the lost sense of direction returned, Serey found the way out using the light point as a reference.

Upwards! Upwards!

Serey, like a drowning person exerting all their strength to rise, the light point in his eyes grew larger and larger, the dark swamp could no longer bind him, breaking through the darkness.

In an instant, the noisy sounds, chilly gales, and the fishy stench of blood... those lost senses all returned, the excited Serey almost shed tears.

The absolute silence of the darkness not only gnawed at Serey’s flesh but also exerted unimaginable pressure on his spirit. There not only was a lack of direction, but even the perception of time became extremely vague and prolonged.

Charging out of the darkness, Serey heavily fell into the cluster of crystals, hastily got up, raised his head, the rising darkness was near at hand.