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

The entire castle shook three times.

Ronan looked up at the sound.

With a few "whoosh" sounds, some gravel fell from above.

Ronan easily dodged the attack and continued walking forward.

As I climbed the steps, after taking only a few steps, the sound above suddenly disappeared.

Followed by.

"Boom—!"

The ceiling connecting the first and second floors was smashed through with a single punch.

A small, thin figure plummeted to the first floor like a cannonball through the hole!

Boom!

Dust billowed up instantly, and rocks fell in a flurry.

Accompanying this were bursts of violent coughing.

"Cough cough, you bastards, four against one, you're just bullying people!"

The thin figure struggled to its feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and glared fiercely upwards.

"I just don't want to be a dog, why are you forcing me?"

"Father, Mother, Grandfather, Grandmother, help me!"

He gritted his teeth and shouted loudly, his childish tone causing Ronan, who was walking slowly forward, to slowly turn around.

In the center of the first floor, a boy of about twelve years old was stomping his feet violently amidst the smoke and dust.

As his voice fell, the statues arranged on the first floor suddenly began to tremble violently.

A gust of scarlet wind swept around him.

Rumble rumble rumble—!

The grayish-white mist quickly condensed and took shape above the statue, then transformed into the forms of a young man, a young woman, and an old man.

Their faces were ashen, and they all stared at the boy.

But the next second, as if sensing something, his dead fish-like eyes suddenly shot towards Ronan, who was standing on the stairs not far away.

"Ok?"

The boy followed their gaze and his face lit up with joy.

—It came to me without any effort at all.

This must be the master to whom those bastards serve.

He actually dared to act alone... Although he didn't know how strong he was, he knew this was his only chance to escape.

He immediately looked at the densely packed sculptures on the first floor—these were all his family members.

A trembling finger shot out, pointing at Ronan, and he shouted loudly, his ferocity fully revealed:

Tear him apart!

As soon as he finished speaking, the four ghosts bared their fangs and claws and pounced on Ronan.

Even the weakest one among them had reached level 80 in strength.

Just then.

thump.

Barnier and the other demon dukes jumped from the second floor.

Seeing the boy controlling the ghost to attack his master, Barnier clicked his tongue softly and subconsciously mourned for him for half a second.

After the moment of silence, I thought to myself:

"How utterly foolish! How could something that we revere as our master be threatened by a few ghosts?"

"Young people these days really don't know how to assess the situation anymore."

Barnier couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

When I looked up again, it was just as I expected.

Before the four ghosts could even get close to Ronan, he flicked his finger and shot out several rays of light, instantly turning them into wisps of smoke and dissipating.

The boy's eyes widened suddenly, his face filled with disbelief: "What!?"

He was instantly killed?!

This guy…

There was no time to think.

He gritted his teeth, glanced at Barnier, and knew he had no chance of escape.

Even so, it's not a reason for him to willingly act like a dog.

"Born a demon, I'd rather die standing than live kneeling!"

As one of the dukes, dignity should be the top priority.

Moreover, since they've already invaded our home, it's too late to negotiate.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to regain his composure, and immediately decided to fight to the death.

boom!

He stomped his foot again, opened his arms, and his melodramatic words rang out once more:

"Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle! And all my relatives who supported my ascension to the Duke's throne, wake up!"

His clothes fluttered without wind, and countless souls roared and surged behind him.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and his cold expression, combined with the terrifying scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night, made him feel an inexplicable sense of triumph.

This is the source of his confidence as the ruler of ghosts.

There was a time when they relied on their fathers' and mothers' connections to defeat one strong person after another.

But, the next second...

……

……

"Ah, please stop killing! I beg you, please stop killing! My aunt, my eldest aunt, and my second aunt's third cousin!"

"If I kill any more, I'll really become penniless!"

The boy screamed at the top of his lungs, grabbed Ronan's leg, and began to sob uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down his face.

However, Ronan seemed oblivious, continuing to annihilate the ghosts and freely absorbing their power.

They are all high-quality resources, all above level 90.

It's so satisfying to kill people.

I only killed a little over a hundred, but their soul strength increased by ten percent compared to when I arrived. I didn't even kill that many when I slaughtered the Demon King's army.

"How come I never noticed before that Hell is also a great place to grind monsters?"

"Creatures below level 80 have almost no effect on my improvement; only level 90 creatures are barely useful."

Swish!

A beam of holy light shot out, and the boy's second cousin from his aunt's family vanished into thin air.

As the ghost's hideous face disappeared, the boy burst into tears.

He hugged her tightly again.

"Please stop killing, please stop killing..."

This pathetic attitude made Ronan raise an eyebrow.

He composed himself, couldn't help but kick the boy, and asked:

"Hey, why aren't you fighting back? And how do you have so many relatives?"

While it was certainly enjoyable to kill, the fact that there were still so many left after killing for so long is simply outrageous.

The boy looked up, sobbing, and wiped away his tears.

Barnier stepped forward.

His discerning gaze swept over the ghost, knowing now was the perfect opportunity to recruit him. So, in a calm and unhurried tone, he introduced himself:

“My lord, they are a branch of succubi, lust demons.”

"They do not have much strength themselves, but rely solely on reproduction to continuously expand their race."

"Among relatives, bloodlines can merge. After merging, one's talents will reach a higher level."

"The one before us is the culmination of the bloodline of all the demonic desires throughout history."

So that's how it is, the Blood Skull Gu, right?

One was forced to sacrifice himself, while the other chose to die willingly. What about the bonds between family members?

This made him a little embarrassed, so he sped up the process of eliminating the ghosts in the area.

—You die and are reborn, but the chance to fight monsters isn't always available.

Upon seeing this, the boy's heart stopped, and he screamed and fainted.

He knew his lineage was finished, his millennia-old heritage utterly destroyed, so before falling into a coma he cursed, "Humanity will not have a good death."

Ronan glanced at it indifferently, his heart unmoved.

Three minutes later, all the statues shattered, turning into dust scattered all over the ground, and there was no longer any trace of ghosts.

Ronan snapped out of his reverie, exhaled, and felt a sense of exhilaration.

The soul strength increased by 30%, comparable to the gains of three months.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, once I use the faith points, my divine body's level should be comparable to those gods who have been nourishing their physical bodies for nearly ten thousand years.