Vol 4. Chapter 101: An Uninvited Guest

As an eerie crimson light surged within the black-haired girl’s eyes, an invisible force silently began enveloping the entire battlefield.

At the very moment when a bloody hole suddenly tore open in Holy Dragon King Mebili’s chest, Helitia, who was providing cover from ten thousand meters above, likewise abruptly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The shock and disbelief in the blue-haired girl’s eyes were no less intense than Mebili’s.

Staring at the bloody hole that had inexplicably appeared in her chest, Helitia froze in place.

Even someone like her, who had experienced countless battles and witnessed innumerable grand spectacles, found her mind going completely blank at this moment.

She simply could not understand why she had suddenly suffered such a devastating injury...

She was clearly still some distance away from the enemy, and none of the five Sanctuary-level defensive spells surrounding her showed any signs of having been breached.

So how exactly had she been injured?

“How... did this... what happened?”

Helitia murmured softly.

However, she no longer had the strength to continue thinking about that question.

As blood continuously poured from her wound, this God of Magic-level powerhouse, whose heart had been directly destroyed, could already feel death calling to her.

Darkness slowly began closing around her consciousness.

The countless magic formations surrounding her suddenly shattered apart.

The blue-haired girl powerlessly fell from the sky and dropped into the sea of death formed by the thorns below...

......

......

“Helitia...”

Watching his old companion fall into the sea of thorns, her fate unknown, Mebili bit down hard on his lip in overwhelming grief.

With eyes filled with hatred and unbearable sorrow, he stared at the black-haired girl ahead.

At the same time,

a great deal of confusion also emerged within the Holy Dragon King’s vertical dragon pupils.

Everything happening before him had completely surpassed his understanding.

Mebili simply could not comprehend it.

His attack had clearly pierced through the enemy’s body and destroyed her heart.

So why was the black-haired girl before him still standing there indifferently as if nothing had happened, while he and Helitia had somehow suffered devastating injuries instead...?

This woman clearly hadn’t done anything!

What the hell was going on?!

“You! What the hell did you do?!”

Mebili let out a hysterical roar at the black-haired girl.

Although as a Peak Eighth-Tier powerhouse, Mebili could use mana to reconstruct a temporary artificial heart and maintain his body even after losing his real one until regeneration was complete, he had already poured all his power into the Dragon King Spear.

He no longer had enough strength to sustain his gravely injured body.

Mebili could almost vaguely see the road leading toward the underworld.

Since he had already charged forward with the resolve to die and have even his soul annihilated,

then under these circumstances, he might as well drag the enemy down with him!

In an instant,

Mebili’s eyes filled with hideous blood vessels.

Ignoring the Blood Butterflies swarming toward him from every direction and the unbearable pain in his chest, the Holy Dragon King gritted his teeth.

With the determination to perish together with his enemy, he resolutely released the power contained within the Dragon King Spear—

the mana that had been compressed to its absolute limit.

First, use the Dragon King Spear to break through the enemy’s defenses and pierce the black-haired girl’s body.

Then detonate the power contained within the Dragon King Spear and pour an enormous quantity of energy directly into the girl’s body in one burst, destroying this terrifying monster from the inside.

This

had been Mebili and Helitia’s ultimate objective.

......

However,

as Mebili endured the pain and waited for the black-haired girl’s body to explode, the Holy Dragon King discovered something with overwhelming despair...

After releasing the violent power stored within the Dragon King Spear...

nothing happened.

The imagined scene of her body exploding never appeared.

The black-haired girl continued gazing calmly at Mebili.

There even seemed to be a faint trace of mockery within those normally indifferent eyes.

“Th-This... this... this is impossi—ugh... hm?!!!”

However,

before Mebili could finish speaking, the Holy Dragon King’s eyes suddenly contracted.

An uncontrollable wave of scorching heat instantly began spreading rapidly through his chest.

His body swelled up like a ball in an instant.

?!

What?!

“What... the hell is happening?!”

The next instant,

filled with shock, rage, and despair, Mebili was suddenly swallowed by a destructive force erupting from inside his own body.

Without ever understanding what had happened, he exploded into countless pieces of flesh scattered across the sky...

And Mebili’s consciousness completely plunged into endless darkness at that moment.

That

was the entirety of Mebili’s memories regarding the battle eight hundred years ago.

......

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The timeline returned to the present.

As his consciousness withdrew from those memories, Mebili, now reduced to nothing more than a remnant soul, hurriedly suppressed the fear and unease within himself.

After involuntarily releasing a terrifying wave of soul energy,

outside the golden sphere,

the golden dragon eyes symbolizing Holy Dragon King Mebili’s will gradually calmed down.

The tense and oppressive atmosphere inside the Forbidden Palace also began to ease.

Looking toward Headmistress Vinarola, who was barely managing to climb back to her feet not far away, the anger in Mebili’s pupils gradually faded.

“Sigh. Forget it. What’s the point of getting angry at her...”

Mebili mocked himself inwardly.

This Headmistress worshipped him so deeply and knew nothing about what had happened eight hundred years ago.

It was only natural that she would make such a proposal.

After all,

even after his death, legends about him had continued spreading across the Anqieka Continent for generations.

Meanwhile, that earth-shaking battle in the northern lands could practically be said to have remained completely unknown.

In the eyes of his believers and admirers, he was still the invincible Holy Dragon King.

“Sigh. I got too worked up.”

Mebili felt somewhat guilty.

At the same time,

a trace of helplessness appeared in his gaze toward Vinarola.

During the battle eight hundred years ago, he had been blown apart rather than devoured by the Blood Butterflies.

Because of that, unlike his other two companions, his soul had not been completely destroyed.

And since the black-haired girl had not carefully cleaned up the battlefield afterward,

several fragments of his remaining soul had eventually gathered again under the summons of the Dragon Race’s rituals and attached themselves to the Dragon Soul Stone.

That was how the current Heart of the Holy Dragon had been formed.

Although his consciousness had survived and he continued barely clinging to existence,

he could only reside within this Dragon Soul Stone and had absolutely no way to communicate with the outside world...

Enmmm,

if one absolutely had to call something communication, then he could release a little dragon might.

Since Mebili had no way to communicate,

he naturally had no way to tell his believers the details of that battle.

And therefore, he had no way to warn the world just how terrifying the monster inside the Great Winter Forest truly was.

If his believers and those charlatans from the Asumos Church knew how terrifying that monster was,

they probably would not have made such an absurdly overconfident request.

Although Mebili desperately longed to obtain a new body and escape this prison-like Dragon Soul Stone,

if the price of being reborn was having to face that monster again,

Mebili would refuse without the slightest hesitation.

Hundreds of bitter years trapped inside the Dragon Soul Stone had long since worn away the passion once burning inside this Holy Dragon King.

He was no longer the man he had been eight hundred years ago, willing to charge forward and fight an enemy to the death for the sake of justice.

For the current Mebili,

the entire purpose of being reborn was to enjoy life,

not to follow a bunch of idiots from the Church into the Great Winter Forest and get himself killed.

Having already experienced the despair of death once, he had absolutely no desire to experience that helpless feeling again.

Besides,

“Drive away the Abyss Demons? Save the world?”

Mebili could not help feeling suspicious of the explanation given by the Church.

After experiencing that battle, Mebili had even developed a certain theory.

Perhaps that monster was not some dependent of the Demon God at all...

Perhaps she was the Demon God herself, the one from the legends who had been defeated by the Goddess in the northern lands!

That monster possessing such an alluring appearance unquestionably had the terrifying power necessary to destroy the entire Anqieka Continent.

But,

if she truly was such a monster, why had she never appeared before the people of the world even until now?

Why were all these factions on the Anqieka Continent still merrily jumping around like idiots?

Mebili suspected

that although the Goddess had failed to completely destroy the Demon God, she might have placed many restrictions upon her.

For example, perhaps she could not leave the Great Winter Forest?

Or perhaps,

that monster only attacked beings who became hostile toward her?

Back then, wasn’t it precisely because Anze had recklessly attacked first that they had provoked that horrifying counterattack?

Before Anze launched his attack, neither the black-haired girl nor the other one had reacted to them at all!

......

But regardless of which theory was correct,

they all pointed toward the same conclusion.

As long as he did not provoke that monster, he could remain perfectly safe!

“I absolutely refuse to face a monster like that a second time! Whoever isn’t afraid of dying can go themselves! Just don’t fucking drag me into it!”

And so,

looking at the Headmistress gradually climbing back to her feet, Mebili once again released his dragon might without the slightest politeness, expressing his intense opposition.

Seeing this,

Vinarola could only lower her head nervously.

Although she did not understand why the Holy Dragon King would oppose such a profitable proposal, since the god she worshipped had already expressed his refusal, as a faithful believer, she had no reason to say anything more.

Perhaps,

in the Holy Dragon King’s eyes, the current crisis posed by the Abyss Demons was merely a trial meant for the people of the world.

Only when a true catastrophe arrived would the great Holy Dragon King personally intervene...

In any case,

the thoughts of the Holy Dragon King were not something an ordinary mortal like her could possibly comprehend.

All she needed to do was quietly follow his will.

“Understood, Lord Holy Dragon King. I will immediately convey your decision to that lord from the Asumos Church.”

As she spoke,

under Mebili’s relatively satisfied gaze, Vinarola slowly stood up and began retreating toward the exit of the Forbidden Palace.

However,

the moment she turned around and looked toward the main entrance, Vinarola suddenly froze.

Then,

the Headmistress of Yexinlian Royal Academy knitted her brows tightly.

Displeasure overflowed from her eyes, and even a trace of anger began rising uncontrollably within them.

The reason for the Headmistress’s anger was extremely simple.

This was the academy’s Forbidden Palace.

This was the place where the Holy Dragon King rested in seclusion.

And yet,

someone had actually intruded here?!

Looking at the figure who had somehow appeared at the entrance without anyone noticing, Vinarola involuntarily clenched both hands and angrily demanded,

“Archbishop Mokaluo! Why are you here?!”

Alongside her anger,

her heart was filled with even greater shock.

He—

how did he get in here?!