Chapter 409
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Chapter 409: The Princess Carry
The aftermath of this battle also involved others.
From the entrance of the sanctuary, there were so many fluctuations in the air that it had already attracted the attention of others.
The remnants of the ancient god and the outer god lingered at the foot of the mountain but never dared to step across the thunderous pool.
This group of remnants was just remnants after all. They couldn’t leave the broken paradise nor enter the range of the Supreme Will’s divine sanctuary, creating a clear boundary.
If they crossed over, they would encounter a large number of remnants. But if they didn’t cross over, there were four templars ahead.
It can be said that both the front and back roads were blocked.
Whether they died under the siege of the templars or turned into projections under the control of the remnants, there was not much actual difference.
Alena’s body was enveloped in ice crystals. The last time she was pushed to a dead end was when she faced a higher-level monster. This time, she fought even harder, unleashing her body’s potential and burning her life force with vampire secret arts.
However, she was ultimately alone and couldn’t hold on much longer.
If she were alone, perhaps she would still have a chance to escape, but unfortunately, there was a small hedgehog acting as a burden behind her.
Alena looked back at the position at the foot of the mountain, where strange creatures stood, blocking the road. Just by a glance, she knew that she couldn’t handle opponents of this level. Escaping from their hands seemed almost impossible, so she chose to fight alongside the four Templars instead.
The Templar holding a gun glanced at the bleeding Alena and said calmly, "An advanced blood descendant, and not just an ordinary one. Capesh bloodline. Lucky enough to have severed a finger of our allied nation in advance."
The Templar holding a bow twitched his finger on the bowstring and spoke with indifference, "Don’t underestimate them. If the blood descendant is determined to fight, even if it means sacrificing our lives, we must leave one person here."
The Templar carrying a heavy hammer was the largest and most robust. The double-handed hammer in his hands seemed light to him. His voice sounded the coldest, "If she were alone, perhaps we wouldn’t be able to stop her. But if we are trying to protect another person’s life, she doesn’t have the qualification to take us down with her."
The Templar holding a sword walked at the back, while the frosty chill on his body was turning into a mist. "Capesh bloodline must be eliminated. Even if we can’t completely destroy them, we must kill them all."
Whether it was the Templar group or the Shogunate Sword Hunts, both were ruthless killing organizations. Honor and character were second to loyalty and obedience. Just like soldiers who only need to follow orders, these people never cared about mercy and knightly spirit. They were like a sharp sword, indifferent to whether they cut living people or pork.
Sasha Capesh, known as Blood Noble, earned her name on the battlefield. Five hundred years ago, she displayed immense combat power in overthrowing imperial rule. Sasha, who once became a legendary mage, was almost invincible in battles, while thousands of members of the Sacred Religion died at her hands. Currently, the possibility of killing her is extremely low, but being able to sever the Capesh bloodline is a great thing in itself.
There is no need for morality between hostile countries. If they can kill, they will.
The Templars are not inexperienced youngsters. Without exception, they have all experienced countless battles. They are all in their thirties, in their prime. However, even for Templars, such opportunities are rare. Everyone desires recognition. Killing one more Capesh is like severing a finger of our allied nation that hasn’t fully recovered yet. Watching her life force burn and gradually approaching death is a great thing for the followers of the Sacred Religion. It’s like swallowing a fishbone stuck in their throat.
Alena could hear the other person talking, but she just smirked and said, "Why don’t you give it a try and find out if you’re qualified?"
The Templar holding a gun stopped walking and appeared to casually step towards the edge of Alena’s guard range.
"You’re quite powerful, but lacking practical experience. Your strong suit is your magical energy reserves, and the advanced blood magic of the elite blood descendants can be quite formidable. If we fall victim to your blood draining magic, we would become your prey as well. Continuing the fight may result in both sides getting hurt. It’s a shame that because you’re focused on protecting someone behind you, you have to constantly guard against the four of us. This means you can only passively endure attacks and give up on the best fighting strategy."
"I’ve encountered plenty of elite blood descendants on the battlefield, including old guys well over a hundred years old who are extremely difficult to deal with. They don’t care about fancy moves, always using the most efficient killing methods… But you’re different. Though we’ve seen many monsters from allied countries, you’re the first one so easy to handle. Just for that, I’ll bring back your head as a souvenir."
The Templars spoke calmly and casually. Despite their seemingly scattered positions, they had all the corners of Alena’s attacks covered. There were no blind spots, with each person able to see the back of the person in front.
Alena remained silent.
Guan Ling trembled, wanting to say something, but Alena ignored her.
The two of them were just strangers. Alena didn’t have to go through all this, but she wasn’t a heartless mad person. The other person came for her, so who was causing trouble for whom?
Alena took a deep breath and then looked at Guan Ling, smiling with her teeth showing.
"It might hurt a little," she said, then she bit down on the other person’s arm.
Sweet virgin blood flowed into her throat, replenishing her depleted magic and blood energy. She was surprised to discover that Guan Ling’s body was much stronger than she had thought, with a lazy flow of vital energy providing abundant life force.
They shared the same breath, and she unreservedly borrowed a portion of the other person’s life force. For a young girl like her, there would certainly be some loss, but it wouldn’t harm the essence. Even if it did, there was no time to worry about such things. It was a matter of life and death, and every moment of struggle counted.
Alena’s hair danced wildly as a whirling torrent of surging blood converged.
The templar found this scene somewhat familiar.
"The cycle of blood, not good…!"
One of them recognized this spell, Sasha Capesh’s famous ultimate technique, the war-level magic known as Blood Cycle.
Two of the templars faltered, but the other two immediately noticed the differences.
"It’s fake!"
As the scolding sound sounded, Alena’s fake spell collapsed and revealed the magic hidden behind this illusion.
The swirling blood transformed into a blizzard, and hail and snow roared, forming a frosty energy field within a hundred meters.
Alena focused on the templar but didn’t kill them; instead, she passed through the crowd.
The only way to survive was not to retreat but to move forward.
The entire attention of the Saintess of Justice is focused on containing the shards of heaven. As long as there is a moment of distraction, taking a chance and leaving Broken Paradise, both of them can be saved. This is also the last opportunity.
Alena’s interference on the battlefield had an effect. The terrifying cold and frost blades attacked everyone indiscriminately, including herself. It was like a vortex created by human force, pulling them all in. The templars couldn’t open their eyes, and Alena, disregarding the consequences, burned her potential and rushed towards the sanctuary. She charged out of the blizzard, arrows whizzing past her shoulder, but she paid no attention.
Close!
She saw that the distance was very close now. The exit was above the central pool in the sanctuary, like a flowing painting.
As long as she could reach that place! And at the moment she stepped into the sanctuary, she felt a flutter in her heart because she couldn’t see the saintess anywhere in sight.
Where is she?
It seemed intentional, as if to instill fear and despair in Alena, that moment when she crossed the sanctuary, she went from entering to exiting.
A single step became as far as the ends of the earth.
Control of space.
This was a realm she couldn’t touch. Alena gazed at the vast distance of the precipice, swallowing her anger and despair.
Looking back again, there were still four templars.
Escape was no longer possible. She didn’t know what to do. It was like a wild beast using all its strength to free itself from a trap, only to fall into another trap. This time, it had no more energy to escape.
Swords, hammers, spears, bows… They all fell in front of her without any particular order, the violent force pushing her back. She fell into the sanctuary, then passed through overlapping space, flying in and out like a ping pong ball hitting a wall.
Thoughts and such were running far away. She could hardly distinguish reality from illusion. When her body soared through the air, she felt like a bird, except with broken wings. After reaching the highest point, she kept falling, falling.
It is said that people see a long carousel before they die.
But she didn’t see those long and fleeting scenes. Besides feeling pain, cold, regret, and remorse, she didn’t have any more insights.
Perhaps her brief life didn’t give her the chance to savor the joys and sorrows of life. When she opened her eyes, the last thing she saw was the clear blue sky.
The sky in this broken paradise was too bright, with no clouds for miles. It’s not a pleasant sight.
During the long fall, she closed her eyes. But as time passed, it felt like a long time had gone by. She felt her body becoming lighter, as light as a feather, slowly descending. She felt a gentle force supporting her from behind, and when she landed, there was no sound.
"Don’t fall asleep."
Alena heard someone’s voice. She struggled to open her eyes, but it took a long time for that simple movement. When her vision returned to normal from the blurry blood colors, she saw gold. The moment her gaze touched it, it felt like an electric current running through her spine, dispelling the chaos and lingering despair in her consciousness.
The dazzling gold dyed the sky of paradise, as if the dawn had pierced through the silent night.
The young man, who had once crossed paths with her, held her in his arms. She could remember his appearance. She could recall his familiar breath, faint and urgent. Her cold body was thawing, transforming from the brink of death into lively vitality. The ice melted, and the flowers blossomed.
He is here, and death cannot enter, no matter heaven or hell beneath his feet.