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

It's obvious that all of this is related to the man in front of us.

Taking a deep breath, he asked, unwilling to give up:

How did you do that?

Ronan ignored Jassil's screams and slowly walked forward.

He listened to the other person's question and smiled:

"What do you mean by 'how did you do it'? Do you mean that I broke free from Rudra's control, thus thwarting your plot?"

"It's simple: I have enough friends, I'm lucky enough, and I'm strong enough."

"In fact, if you hadn't injured Jingjiang back then, I wouldn't have been able to break into the Eastern Empire and capture the Scorching Dragon so quickly."

“If you hadn’t taken her away, you probably wouldn’t have done anything to her, and she wouldn’t have run to Dino’s territory where I discovered her.”

"All I can say is that you brought this upon yourselves."

Michael's face darkened. So, it was all his fault?

Seeing Feldvina's questioning gaze directed at him, he immediately snorted coldly:

“I have done nothing wrong. Everything I have done is to resurrect Lord Verudonava. Don’t blame me for everything.”

He won't take the blame for this failure.

"..."

Feldwie remained silent, and although Ronan's answer was not what he wanted to know, it resolved a question that had been bothering him.

He lowered his eyes, concealing the emotions within, and sighed deeply:

"Is that so? Heh, after a thousand years of forbearance, you've ended up like this... Rudra, I'm not reconciled."

"Human, may I ask you one last question: how did you acquire power that surpasses that of the King of Justice?"

He used a little trick; what appeared here was not his true form.

Once the method is obtained, the original can imitate it and thus acquire similar abilities.

But Ronan was quite cautious.

He only answered why the two had failed, since knowing the reason wouldn't change anything anyway, and it would only serve to discourage them.

But regarding the God of XX.

"Oh."

Ronan let out a short, cold laugh, too lazy to waste any more words.

"Why should I tell you that you are all dying men? Go on your way, and it would be best if you died a muddle-headed death."

Having said that, without giving the other party any chance, a flash of light appeared, and Michael fell down first.

As if teleported, his head appeared in Ronan's hands, and the next second, the Astral Body, representing the core of his spirit, was also destroyed.

As his eyes gradually dimmed, Michael, who had fought Sylvia to a standstill, lost his life.

However, Ronan did not stop his offensive.

“Hmm, I remember you previously seized Verglind’s Dragon Factor, so you may have learned her Parallel Existence.”

The God of Creation activated, and the "Space-Time Coordinated Strike" was born.

This is the power of the God of Time and Space, capable of erasing a person's traces in all of time and space.

To put it simply, this is a skill that kills someone's childhood.

Ronan used it without hesitation.

And so, Michael's clone, located thousands of miles away, died silently.

The creation of clones was Michael's reason for his fearlessness, and also the spark in his mind.

But now, that spark has been completely extinguished.

Ronan tossed his head to the ground, glanced at it, and muttered:

“Although you are not the real Rudra, it is enough to bear this identity.”

"I wonder what kind of expression the Scorching Dragon would have if it saw your head."

"What a pity. A hero becomes a villain, and a villain becomes a coward. I will accept everything you have to compensate those you have hurt."

"The mind core is indeed unreliable."

This is only natural; tools should be used with the awareness that they are tools. I wonder if anyone can become the King of Wisdom, transformed into Charles.

With that in mind, Ronan walked step by step toward Feldweg.

Chapter 201, Triumph, Great Victory

Jehir knelt on the ground in a sorry state, no longer having the strength to wield the God Ancestor's Blood Spear.

He stared at Luminas and Sylvia with his bruised eyes half-open, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

He then suddenly coughed up a mouthful of dark red blood.

"Cough cough."

He wanted to curse. He had never seen such a terrible teammate who summoned him and then ignored him completely.

If he had received even a little support, he wouldn't have been beaten so badly, with his bones broken and so severely humiliated.

"I refuse to accept this, Luminas! How dare you, you patricide, obtain ultimate power?"

"And you, Sylvia, you knew she was the murderer of Master, yet you still befriended her..."

"What do you take your master's kindness and support for you for granted?"

Because he was weak and listless, his voice was very low, but anyone could hear the resentment in his voice.

Sylvia curled her lip in disdain. What's the point of saying all this now?

Delaying time? That's pointless.

Because, in my perception, Michael's aura had already disappeared.

The remaining player may be able to turn the tide and win, but the probability is extremely low.

However, adhering to the principle of not taking the blame and not wanting to be falsely accused, she slowly began to speak:

“Jesher, I’ve never considered him my mentor. That bastard killed hundreds of millions of lives just to research what he wanted.”

"In this respect, you are exactly the same as him. Luminas killed him to protect humanity, so what if he was his biological father?"

"He deserves to die, and so do you. I just didn't expect you to escape by possessing someone else's body. But now, how are you going to escape?"

His voice was oppressive, and Jashir sneered, his cracked lips curving into an ugly arc.

At this moment, he didn't hate himself for not being strong enough; he only hated that the God Ancestor hadn't seen through Luminas's rebellious nature back then.

That man will regret it.

They actually made vampires protect humans.

ridiculous.

Just as he was thinking this and about to speak in rebuttal, Feldvi's aura disappeared into the underground space.

His expression froze on his face, and he stiffly turned his neck to look to his right.

Ronan appeared and gave him a brief, indifferent glance.

He was holding Rudra's head in his hand.

He said, "How is the situation now?"

Sylvia clasped her hands in a fist salute:

"We have successfully completed our mission. Jeshir has been captured alive. Just in case, Luminas and I broke all the bones in his body."

"Hey buddy, what do you need him for?"

From Sylvia's perspective, Jessil was of no use whatsoever.

The only valuable thing he owned was probably his weapon.

If you want, just kill him; it will rid the world of a scourge.

but now……

Ronan waved his hand without answering, simply telling the two to take him with them.

"You'll see soon enough. Now, it's time to cleanse the world order."

"Luminas, how long will it take you to reclaim the Kingdom of Russell?"

Luminas pondered for a moment and gave a rather conservative reply:

"Half a day. Granbell is dead, and now there is no leader. It is not difficult to take the rest of the power holders as his henchmen, but it will take some time to gather them."

Ronan nodded in acknowledgment and instructed her to take care of it as soon as possible.

Once they left the underground space, Vlame, who was waiting outside, immediately ran over, ready to ask about the harvest.

But before she could speak, upon seeing the head in Ronan's hand, she immediately understood and said, "Congratulations."

"Okay, let's go. I'll show you around after this is over. We might get busy again before we know it."

"It's alright, Brother Ronan, your matter is the most important. Speaking of which, is he the emperor here?"

Vlamé didn't know Rudra, and Ronan shook his head, finding it somewhat amusing.

After targeting himself for so many years, in the end, he didn't even recognize all the people around him.

After a brief explanation, the group left the border of the Russell Kingdom.

Luminas stayed behind, intending to expand the territory of the Holy Royal Kingdom and achieve the peace he spoke of.

……

……

"Oh? They're actually gathering troops? Good, saves me the trouble of threatening them again."