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Translator: CKtalon Morton Bloodblade, Lord of Phoenix Fire City, drew his blood-red sword and strode confidently onto the battlefield.

“I was wondering how long you’d watch from the sidelines before placing a bet,” the levitating girl, who seemed to have expected his arrival, turned to him and asked.

With that said, the strange weapons dancing like fish in the hall instantly stopped. Then, the girl revealed an intricate expression and continued asking, “So, which side did you choose in the end?”

Morton simply pointed his sword at the girl’s head, the runes on the blade glowing as a bloody aura surrounded it.

This was his answer.

The girl shook her head in disgust.

“Fool. If the queen behind you dies, the next governor… No, the new King of Mist will be you. With this identity, you could accomplish an undertaking no one has ever done before. But you’re giving it all up?”

Remides, who had landed on the ground like a cat, couldn’t hold on any longer and tightly gripped her bowstring, panting heavily. The other party had just stopped all the dancing blades, giving her precious time to catch her breath.

The prophet floating in midair ignored Remides, as if she were an insignificant extra in the battle.

The girl looked at Morton and said, “I thought you were wiser. You know the consequences, right? If I fail today, the entire army will come for you. They will bring…”

“What they bring is what I seek,” Morton interrupted her, saying in a deep voice, and the smell of blood emitted by the sword in his hand became even stronger.

“Is that so?”

The girl nodded and smiled self-deprecatingly.

“I shouldn’t have had any expectations of you from the start. Continue then.”

These words were like a starting signal for war. Morton gripped his sword tightly with both hands as blood shot out of the blade, forming a huge blood-colored blade in midair. It was as if the longsword had instantly turned into a wound that was constantly spewing blood. The thick retching smell of blood permeated the entire hall.

Spellblade—Inexhaustible

Morton softly chanted the true name of the Spellblade in his hand. The blood that spurted out intertwined in midair and finally turned into a huge blood-colored blade.

The girl summoned the motionless weapons around her, which gathered to form a strange chisel-like sword covered in cracks.

This fight seemed much more serious than the one with Remides, as there was no hesitation or trickery. Both sides used their full strength from the start, hoping to determine the winner with just one strike.

The destructive power between the two grew, painting the mist in the throne room red. It seemed as if the entire hall would be destroyed by the collision of these two forces.

But at that moment, something unexpected happened.

A silver flash, as fast as a meteor, flew over at an incredible speed, shattering the solemn stained glass behind the throne with just its airflow.

Everyone in the throne room, including the two people who were locked in combat and wouldn’t dare to divert their attention, couldn’t help but turn their gaze towards the silver flash.

Everyone, except for William, was stunned by the intense and uneasy aura emanating from it.

The meteor circled the hall and finally stopped in front of William, who had been idle for some time.

It was an ancient-looking silver disc with countless complicated runes engraved on it. Terrifying magic power flowed between the runes. However, what made everyone present uneasy wasn’t the surging magic—this magic was only used for sealing or stabilization.

What made them uneasy was something else…

“Thankfully, you made it in time… Wait, why are you here?”

As William approached the disc, he let out a sigh of relief. But his relief was short-lived as he noticed a small figure lying on the edge of the disc. It was Liz, her hair disheveled from the wind, her eyes closed, and her teeth gritted. Her arms wrapped tightly around the edge of the disc as if she never wanted to let go.

William asked, tapping her forehead gently with his finger to wake her up.

“Eh, it stopped flying? Where am I?”

Liz’s eyes fluttered open, confusion etched on her face.

William groaned, rubbing his temples. “Didn’t I tell you not to worry about anything as long as you opened the box? Why did you fly off with it?”

Flying over from such a distance, anything they bumped into halfway could be fatal.

Liz’s face contorted with outrage. “That d*mn elf didn’t keep his word! I helped him open the chest, but he still tried to lock me back up in the cage. I wasn’t strong enough to fight him, so I had to take off with this disc.”

William knew better than to delve into the details with the faerie. He just tried to convince himself that everything had gone according to plan.

For some reason, he felt embarrassed. He picked Liz up, who was still protesting, and tossed her aside. Remides, looking exhausted, walked over to William’s side. She ignored Liz’s protests and gazed at the floating disc, sensing the intense, uneasy aura emanating from it. “Presiding Judge, could the thing sealed inside be…”

“Moon Realm coordinates,” William replied with a nod.

“But…”

But before Remides could finish her protest, a fierce, mocking roar echoed through the throne room, interrupting her.

“Ha! You think you can bring the Moon Realm’s coordinates to the King of Mist’s throne? You’re ridiculous! Do you not know that this place is protected by the Primordial Soul? No Void Sovereign can project their power here.”

The girl sneered at William.

“You dare bring the Moon Realm’s coordinates to the King of Mist’s throne!?” Morton roared at William.

But William remained unfazed. He simply placed his hand on the disc in front of him, his gesture unleashing a beautiful spell that sent the runes on the silver disc glowing with a dazzling light.

But the light was short-lived, as it was quickly extinguished, plunging the room into a deep, despairing darkness.

It was true that Ava State was a forbidden land that Moon Realm existences could not project their power into. But there was one exception.

Eight centuries ago, a Moon Realm existence had signed a contract with the ruler of Ava State with the Primordial Souls as witnesses, agreeing to protect the misty country in exchange for the authority to unleash a storm within its borders. This high-level Moon Realm existence had once used this power to devour thousands of souls in the Shattered Sea, the echoes of its anger reverberating for over 800 years.

Now, even if the power was diminished, it could still be summoned through the karmic entanglement of the coordinates.

As a bolt of lightning illuminated the broken window and heavy rain began to pour outside, the girl finally lost her composure.

William had always had a contingency plan in case things went south. If he couldn’t project his full strength from this distance, he could simply bring the enemy into his own domain.

Through the shattered stained glass, one could see a swirling storm cloud of tens of millions of crows.

William looked at the prophet floating in midair, his gaze cold and calculating as if she were a prisoner on death row. Without waiting for a response, he spread his arms wide and declared loudly, “Then welcome to… Black Crow Gaze!”