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Chapter 152
The Golden Dragon was an ancient divine entity, yet it ranked slightly below the gods—almost like a pet raised by them.
In any case, the Golden Dragon was gradually returning to its original state due to Blata.
Blata's fierce blood energy even impacted the portal that stretched across the sky.
As its magical power source was cut off, the portal began to shrink.
Eventually, the portal disappeared, and the force of oblivion ceased to emerge.
Blata had devoured all the oblivio energyn that spread across the village.
"Eugh, it tastes awful."
Blata stuck out his tongue and grimaced.
The dragons, now freed from their restraints, ascended to the sky, staying on guard.
"Golden Dragon Chrysalis, snap out of it."
The Golden Dragon was struggling to regain his senses, but it seemed he couldn't control his body properly due to being bound by oblivion energy for so long.
"It can't be helped."
Kane gathered his magical power.
Droplets of blood scattered around them began to rise into the air.
The countless droplets of blood flew through the air and poured onto the Golden Dragon.
In an instant, the Golden Dragon’s body was covered in blood.
At that moment—
A deep hum echoed!
A violet light flashed from the Golden Dragon's body.
Mikhail was purely amazed.
"An unbelievable power."
Kane was using his blood to heal the Golden Dragon.
His blood was remarkable for healing; it was almost like a universal cure.
Of course, it wasn't the blood itself that held power but rather the mana within it that unleashed its effects.
Mikhail clicked his tongue in awe of this tremendous healing ability.
"Hey, look! Its eyes are open. It's normal now, Kane!"
Just as Blata said, the Golden Dragon’s eyes had returned to normal, and it seemed mentally stable too.
"Are you... the ones who saved me?"
A deep, resonant voice that echoed throughout the village—a voice of great nobility.
"Hey! Don't get so lofty with us! Should I just eat you up?"
Blata jumped in place, clearly displeased with the Golden Dragon’s solemn demeanor.
The Golden Dragon, subconsciously, feared Blata. Now that he had fully regained his senses, he couldn't perceive Blata’s power.
"Are you... a cat?"
At the Golden Dragon’s reaction, Kane couldn't hold back a laugh.
Blata erupted in fury.
"This cursed thing, what the heck is it babbling about!"
Blata flared up with anger, but the Golden Dragon had already turned his head away.
"I sense in you the power that saved me. It is opposite to oblivion."
"I’m curious to hear how a dragon who created this realm of his own ended up captured by humans."
The Golden Dragon nodded, acknowledging the ones who had saved him.
He began to speak.
"Humans calling themselves agents of the gods approached me. They said oblivion would devour the continent and asked for my help. I created a space to gather and eliminate the oblivion energy."
"A foolish move. Oblivion energy is a power the Celestial realm granted to humans to kill Blood Knights. If its power rivals yours, trapping it within your realm to destroy it would be impossible."
"I thought it would be possible with the agents’ help. We, too, drew upon the power of the Celestial realm. I believed that if we combined our strengths, we could repel the oblivion."
"So, you were betrayed."
The Golden Dragon’s rage flared.
As Kane had suspected, the dragons had been severely betrayed.
Who would have imagined that humans claiming to be agents of the gods would harbor ulterior motives?
Because of that trust, they were deceived far too easily.
"But my neck is aching—could you shrink down a bit?"
"I’ve been in this form for so long that I forgot."
The Golden Dragon’s body was engulfed in light.
"Will you seek out others who suffered as I did?" she asked.
"That’s our intention," Kane replied.
"Why? To save the continent?"
"No."
"Then why undertake such a tiring mission?"
"We have a score to settle with the Meyer Family."
"The Blood Knights and the Meyer Family truly are incompatible."
"That’s not the reason. To reach the story’s end, we need to deal with the Meyer Family first."
"The story’s end?"
"You could say they’re the final villain."
Chrysalis smiled at Kane's words.
"A fitting description. But... who is this one here? The amount of oblivion I had stored in my realm was immense—how did he absorb it all?"
"Hmph, you couldn’t fathom my greatness! If I may say so myself, I am Blata, the—"
But Kane quickly covered Blata’s mouth. He was about to start boasting again.
"You still don’t understand, do you? Your realm has already disturbed the boundaries, letting the oblivion seep out and spread across the continent."
"Is that true?!"
She shot to her feet, feeling guilt over the harm she’d inadvertently caused the continent. Despite her isolation from the world, the idea that the land was suffering because of her actions weighed heavily on her.
"I need to see it for myself."
"In that condition?"
Chrysalis’s body wasn’t fully healed.
Decades of oblivion energy had filled her body, taking the place of mana and nearly consuming her.
Even being able to move was a testament to her incredible willpower.
An ordinary person would have been completely overtaken by the oblivion and turned into a monster.
"Thanks to you, my body has fully recovered."
"Still, you should rest. Your bones are fragile."
"I can’t sit idle in the village when the continent suffers because of me."
She felt a strong sense of responsibility.
The collapse of the spatial boundary was a serious matter. Chrysalis regretted that, if not for being mentally ensnared by the Meyer Family, such a disaster might have been prevented.
Her power, capable of creating space and spatial rifts, was crucial to maintaining the world's balance.
"I have a request," she said, though Kane sensed that something troublesome was on the horizon.
"Joining our group isn’t an option," Kane replied, preemptively cutting off her plea.
Chrysalis nonetheless continued, earnestly asking, "Please, help me restore the damage caused by my actions."
"Oh, come on! You should be asking me, not him," Blata interjected, his expression darkening, clearly wanting her to direct the request at him instead.
"Ignore him," Kane said flatly.
"What? You can't ignore the hierarchy!" Blata protested.
"Why are you suddenly bringing up hierarchy?"
"Because you’re going to take her along anyway," Blata stated matter-of-factly.
"I have no intention of doing that."
"She's the only one capable of gathering the oblivion spreading across the continent at one place."
"We have you, don’t we?"
"True, but I’ve only regained a third of my strength—so I can’t," Blata admitted with a grin.
"Some boast that is."
"Until my powers are fully restored, let's make use of her."
"Isn't it a bit rude to say 'make use of her' right in front of her?"
"Why? At least we’re being straightforward, unlike the conniving Meyer Family who plot from the shadows."
Mikhail chimed in, backing Blata. "Sir Blata’s right, my lord."
When did Blata become 'sir' to Mikhail? The wily Blata had somehow won him over.
"Why are you siding with him too?"
"It would take a long time if we tried this alone. With the Golden Dragon’s help, we can save considerable time."
Mikhail wasn’t finished. "You wish to eliminate the Meyer Family swiftly, do you not? I also seek to bring an end to the clan that wiped out my family as quickly as possible."
Kane and Mikhail shared the same goal: the Meyer Family’s downfall. Kane sought to witness the story’s conclusion, while Mikhail sought complete vengeance. Their objectives aligned perfectly.
“It’ll be a relentless march. Are you up for it?” Kane asked.
Chrysalis responded confidently, "No problem. I’m ready to depart immediately."
"That’s overdoing it. We need a bit of rest ourselves," Kane replied.
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