Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

“Tell me the location of your Long-Nosed Clan, and I will go and invite all your elders here. I am not being unreasonable.”

In reality, he only believes in power, both now and in the future.

The reason for being so direct this time was simply to see if the other elders were colluding with the Eastern Empire.

Upon hearing this, the elder in front of him was stunned.

Although I wanted to refuse, the other party's tone left no room for argument...

She clenched her fists, then finally relaxed them. Having no other choice, she could only reluctantly give him the address, pleading as she did so.

"Please be gentle, brave warrior. The daughter of the former clan chief is also among the elders, and she has been pregnant for over 190 years now."

"If I cause a miscarriage or premature birth because of being too rough, I will be a sinner."

In stark contrast to the elder's apprehension, Vlame looked delighted:

"One hundred and ninety years? Brother Ronan, take me with you."

She was extremely interested in the number, thinking that the chieftain's daughter must be very experienced after being pregnant for so long.

Perhaps we can even find out if there's a way to guarantee having a daughter in this world.

After Ronan took her hand and the two disappeared from the spot, the elder sat down with a look of despair.

thump—

She slammed her cane heavily on the ground.

Regret.

……

Meanwhile, in the Eastern Empire, Emperor Rudra summoned a young man to his side.

The man had neat, short black hair with smooth bangs hanging down, and a gentle demeanor, yet his eyes radiated a cold light.

As a soldier, Kondo Tatsuya has executed no fewer than 10,000 people to date, and the excessive killings have gradually erased the expressions from his face.

Rudra leaned against the throne and spoke slowly in a languid tone:

"Kondo, the skills I bestowed upon your subordinates have disappeared. At the same time, you should understand what this means."

"Go investigate. The location is near the Gosha Mountains. I suspect that guy has reappeared."

Rudra possesses the power of "proxy power," which allows him to freely bestow skills upon others.

Once granted, their location can be determined, and even their life or death can be known.

The simultaneous disappearance of all enemies means that the enemy is incredibly powerful, so powerful that even if everyone joined forces, they would be instantly killed.

They must be experts above the level of a demon king.

Unfortunately, all the demon kings in the world are under his surveillance, so the answer is obvious...

Kondo Tatsuya nodded respectfully: "Yes."

After saying this, he turned and left. He was always sparing with his words, and at the same time, he secretly thought to himself that he could not do it himself.

He had heard a little about what happened fifty years ago, because he was the one who traveled from that time.

After a long period of time, he finally obtained the ultimate skill.

Even so, he dared not be certain that his [King of Judgment Saint Delphine] could inflict effective damage on the hero.

"Even the marshal can't do anything about him, it seems we have to find another way."

"Let the guys from the Western Council try it out first, and while they're at it, smear him like a demon's den."

"We were just a hair's breadth away from controlling Clayman to take that place."

Kreman was a puppet he controlled using his ultimate skill a few years ago. As one of the Demon King's subordinates, he was somewhat useful.

However, to repay His Majesty, sacrificing him is nothing, as long as he can be of use.

With that in mind, he immediately took action.

……

In a dimly lit room within the Eastern Empire, the scorching dragon faced a figure deep within the room and whispered:

"Sister, he has appeared."

The figure huddled in the shadows, and the scorching dragon looked at her with pity, but also with a barely perceptible hint of anger.

That despicable hero actually...

The sound of tearing—the photo being ripped apart—was particularly jarring in the room.

The black figure wriggled twice, then turned around, revealing deep blue, now dim, eyes.

"Yeah…"

Her voice was hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time.

But then, the words that followed were filled with deep murderous intent:

"Kill him! Tear him to pieces!"

As if finding an outlet for his emotions, the scorching dragon sensed that his sister's eyes seemed to brighten a little.

She instinctively wanted to go forward and comfort her.

At this time-

"Stop! Don't come near me!"

The figure's emotions instantly became agitated, and violent demonic energy spread out like a tide, but strangely, not even the hem of his clothes moved.

Seeing this, the scorching dragon had no choice but to stop and sigh.

"Sister, it's time to accept reality. Although your power is gone, you still have me."

"Do you remember what my elder brother said? Strength is merely a byproduct of will."

These words were spoken casually, yet they made the white ice dragon, deep in the darkness, grit its teeth:

"So he died, killed because he was powerless, assassinated. How laughable is a creator god like him!"

"I don't want to end up like that!"

"Sister, if you really care about me, then go and catch him."

"Only by pressing him for the answer to how I can regain my strength can I stand in the sunlight again."

"Otherwise, there's no point in discussing anything."

At first, Bai Binglong didn't care about his death, believing that he would be resurrected one day.

However, when she was resurrected, she discovered that her magic essence had disappeared.

The magic that once could destroy galaxies can now only destroy villages; she simply cannot accept this enormous disparity.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have locked herself in her small room, unwilling to see anyone she knew.

The scorching dragon sighed again, looking down at the photos scattered at its feet, which showed Ronan's image.

Ronan was expressionless, his body covered in scarlet forks and holes.

Not far away, there were several human-shaped dolls covered in nails.

This shows just how deep Bai Binglong's hatred for him was.

She bent down to pick it up, burned it all, exhaled a breath tinged with melancholy, and nodded.

"I understand. Since it's your request, sister, I'll do my best to fulfill it."

"However, I have one condition: regardless of whether this succeeds or not, you cannot stay here any longer, sister."

"Thirty years have passed; it's time to try to let go of some things. Of course, I'm not saying you should give up your hatred."

"But there are better ways than just hiding, so why not go find Guy?"

It's not that she didn't want to, but she didn't want Guy to see her vulnerable side.

Just like a billionaire who goes bankrupt overnight and is ashamed to return to his hometown and face everyone.

Bai Binglong took a deep breath and did not answer his sister's question. Instead, he subconsciously shrank deeper into the darkness.

Seeing this, the scorching dragon understood, and the hatred rising in its chest grew even stronger.

Clench your fist,

"Ah, that's right. Sister, you love Guy deeply, but Guy turns a blind eye to the murderer who killed you."

"Men like that are not trustworthy at all. Should I expose them?"

Only now did she realize Qi Yi's "infidelity".

He killed his sister but treated the murderer as an honored guest, calling it a check and balance.

Is checks and balances more important than a long-standing relationship?

She couldn't understand, and didn't want to understand.

Bai Binglong fell silent, biting his lip for a long time until a hint of rust filled his mouth before finally exhaling.

"No, I believe him. He has his reasons. Let's stop talking about this and get to work."

After saying that, he turned his head away.

She knew in her heart that her love for Guy was just unrequited, so exposing it would be meaningless and would only make Guy's cold-blooded demon king persona more prominent.

The consequence of this will only be their complete destruction.

The scorching dragon clenched its fist, frustrated by the hero's lack of ambition, but there was nothing it could do. It could only turn away in anger and begin to devise a plan to lure and capture the hero.

With her sister's experience serving as a cautionary tale, she couldn't afford to take the risk.

As she pondered, she quickly fixed her gaze on the human named Izawa Shizue, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

If we use her as a hostage, who knows...

……

the other side.

"Excuse me, my name is Feng, and I am the daughter of the former chief of the Long-Nosed Clan."