Chapter 1038: Bloodline Of Shame

Chapter 1038: Bloodline Of Shame

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Something in Rowan's tone and the etherealness of his existence shook the old man to the core and the realization that he was before something that even in a million years he had no chance to understand struck him,

"What are you?" the old man solemnly whispered,

"You know who I am Roael, not consciously, but something inside your blood, the oldest of instinct of your kind knows my presence as surely as you know your own hand. Fight me with everything in your soul and spirit, according to the old ways, and then I might tell you. You intrigue me, Roael."

The old man growled, "fuck you!"

"That is the spirit!" Rowan smiled, and it was beautiful, his consciousness inhabiting this body was slowly changing according to his image, "Come for me, mortal, let your life reveal its splendor at this moment, show me what called you to my gaze."

The old man did not roar, he only gritted his teeth and brought the head of his halberd to his stump, and with a loud sizzle he closed off the bleeding wound,

Rowan's eyes which were as black as the void analyzed these new changes in the old man and he nodded in satisfaction, before he attacked, some part of him acknowledging the fact that at this moment he must sound as crazy as the World Will who butchered him a while ago. The last thought in his heart before he clashed with Roael and left everything behind but instinct was that 'there were always truths behind the madness.'

His left hand which had been sliced off began to rapidly regrow, and when they did they contained faint brown scales like those of a serpent. The gauntlet reappeared in the hands of the old man and his demeanor changed, his skin that was formerly green began to shift towards purple, and his reddish-black hair began to turn golden,

"It is said that we are only able to use these words when we become a Deific Ranked Explorer, and I have waited for most of my life to say them, but for someone like you... I think it would be fitting to use it here, my shame is no longer a burden to me when it can be used against the unknown in this world," the old man spoke aloud, power rippling through his voice,

"I am an Explorer of the unknown and the wicked, and this is my fate."

The force field covering Rowan's body began to creak as sparks leaped out from it, before long he would be free, and the light in his eyes was dangerous and filled with fury.

The old man, filled with new power, disregarded this incoming danger, seized his halberd with both hands and charged forward, driving the weapon down on the forehead of the shackled boy.

However, two small hands caught the heavy ends of the blade and halted it an inch from cutting into the forehead of the child, but the old man grinned and twisted the haft of his weapon and the blade caught between the palms of the boy exploded.

"Today you shall die, monster!" the old man screamed.

"Not today," a calm voice replied through the rapidly facing explosion, revealing the body cradling a silver flame in the center of his palm, "not on any other day. Now tell me, you pathetic mortal... Who claims my bloodline is one of shame?"