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Chapter 450: The Culprit
🕑 Added 2025-10-12 05:50:41 +0000 UTC"A Gift that manipulates distance, how troublesome."
Watching His Highness and Ling escape, Blake couldn't help but retract his fist and ponder.
He naturally knew something about the origins of His Highness and Ling, which was why he hadn't used other powers and had simply used his physical strength to clash with His Highness.
Actually, Blake had never intended to kill His Highness. Because if he did, he probably wouldn't be able to collect all the Origin Fragments.
Speaking of the BOSS, the one most likely to trigger the mission was undoubtedly the one sealed beneath this city, the three-digit level human final trial, Azi Dahaka.
If His Highness and Ling's plan didn't succeed, then this
guy obviously wouldn't be able to break the seal in a short time. After all, the butterfly effect was quite large now, and the original story had deviated too much.
After shaking his head, Blake flew into the sky again, looking at the few remaining giants and raising an eyebrow.
Then, with a thought from Blake, countless sword energies emitting sharp auras appeared in the surrounding space, piercing through all the remaining enemies with lightning speed.
All the giants fell in an instant, causing everyone to be stunned, then cheer.
"Master, are you alright?" Just then, Leticia and Pest also flew over, looking at the devastated area in front of them and asking in surprise.
"I'm fine." Hearing this, Blake couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
"Lord Blake, thank you for your support of the North District." Just then, Sandra and Mandala's figures also appeared here. Mandala bowed first, sincerely expressing his gratitude.
If it hadn't been for Blake, Pest, and Leticia's sudden arrival as reinforcements, ?Salamandra? would have been in real danger this time. Even so, under the rampage of the giant race led by the Demon Lord, they had suffered heavy casualties.
They had clearly promised not long ago to immediately support No Name if they encountered a Demon Lord, but who knew they would be saved again.
"Lord Blake, thank you." Sandra also thanked him, her face slightly pale. However, her weak aura and the fact that a small piece of her dragon horn had been cut off made her look particularly pitiful. Clearly, this newly appointed Floor Master had given her all in this attack.
"Instead of thanking me, I think you should go and comfort the injured civilians and warriors, and deal with the bodies of the bravely sacrificed warriors. That would be better." Hearing this, Blake consciously placed his hand on Sandra's head and gently stroked it, saying softly.
"Mm." Hearing this, Sandra was stunned, then nodded, her face blushing.
And Mandala, seeing Blake touching Sandra's head, didn't show any displeasure this time, just watching calmly.
Clearly, this hot-tempered guy had restrained himself a lot.
Then, Sandra and Mandala ordered the soldiers who could still move to take action.
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"Since my birth, this is the first time I've been so easily overwhelmed in terms of physical strength." His Highness gazed in the direction of the City of Embers, murmuring to himself.
"However, this state won't last forever." As soon as the words fell, a spatial distortion began to expand behind His Highness.
Within the spatial distortion, several figures slowly emerged.
There were a total of three people who appeared.
One had pitch-black fur all over his body, a single horn, the upper body of a griffin, and the lower body of a lion.
A mythical beast whose race was known to the world as a hippogriff.
Another was a witch wearing a strange robe, only her lower half of her face exposed, holding a harp in her hands.
And the last one was a man wearing a flamboyant coat with contrasting red and blue colors, dressed like a clown.
The three figures appeared behind His Highness just like that. His Highness, looking completely disheveled, reacted differently to each of them.
The pitch-black hippogriff was surprised.
The witch in the robe was shocked.
The clown-like man raised an eyebrow.
Three expressions completely conveyed the three people's impressions of His Highness.
The first was doubting the reality of the scene before him.
The second was feeling incredulous.
The third was probably just purely feeling gloating schadenfreude?
And His Highness acted as if he hadn't noticed the three people's expressions, or perhaps he had guessed their reactions, not even turning his head back as he casually greeted them.
"Gero, Aurora, Maxwell, have you returned?" These three names corresponded to the hippogriff, the witch, and the clown respectively.
"Your Highness?" Aurora asked with confusion.
"Don't mind it. I just encountered a powerful opponent," His Highness waved his hand.
"In this North District, there's actually someone who can
be called an opponent by Your Highness?" The hippogriff named Gero said in surprise.
"I suppose." His Highness replied with a hint of coldness, then returned to his usual casual demeanor and turned around. "Since you've come to me, it proves that the results of the attacks on the East and South Districts are also out, right?"
One sentence made Gero and Aurora's expressions stiffen, unable to speak.
"I see. So the attacks all failed?" Seeing their reactions, His Highness raised an eyebrow slightly.
This time, the ones responsible for attacking the East, South, and North Districts were all people here.
Among them, His Highness and Ling were responsible for attacking the North District. Gero and Aurora were responsible for attacking the South District. Maxwell was responsible for attacking the East District.
Of course, in addition to the people here, each group also had some other Demon Lords as vanguards.
Now it seemed that all the Demon Lords who served as vanguards had been dealt with.
"The South District is one thing. After all, that fellow's community, the one without a flag or name, No Name, also went there. There are some talented individuals inside, so even if they were repelled, it wouldn't be strange." His Highness turned his gaze to Maxwell. "But the East District had the main force of the human final trial's clones attacking, and it still failed? That's a bit hard to believe, isn't it?"
Hearing this, Maxwell, with a casual attitude completely lacking the respect the other two showed towards His Highness, said, "There's no helping it.
Who knew that as soon as the two-headed dragon horde appeared, they would be blocked by a mysterious Demon Lord? Then most of them were killed, leaving only some first-generation two-headed dragons. Under the leadership of Shiroyasha in the East District's community, they formed an effective resistance."
