"What I want to say is that many years have passed, and people say old things can be buried."

Hyacinthus stepped on patches of blood.

"But I finally understand that this is wrong, because the past will crawl up on its own."

He gently raised the tip of his index finger, telling Rasiel like a conductor of music.

"Hyacinthus... you... what's wrong with you?"

Rasiel took a step back, questioning in a deep voice.

He didn't think that he in his injured state was much weaker than Hyacinthus, the God of War, but every nerve cell in his brain was telling him that he absolutely couldn't entangle with the man in front of him any longer today.

"Why did you kill Violet, who was with you? Aren't you sober now?"

Rasiel belatedly realized that the seal that had been binding him had completely disappeared.

He regained his freedom and should have been ecstatic, but at this moment, he only felt chills.

He couldn't understand Hyacinthus, and this incomprehension brought him a terror that destroyed logic.

"With you? Hahaha... Rasiel, you're a bit naive."

Hyacinthus said as he walked, his tone soft and eerie.

"These commoners are like candlelight, making me want to extinguish them."

His eyes seemed to look through to twenty years ago.

That day was also the Kerynthian National Day Festival, but it was later known as the "Day of Bloodshed."

He escaped from the mansion and only saw that this city-state and the neighboring mansion were also a sea of fire billowing with black smoke.

At that time, he didn't dare to look up.

Because if he looked up, he would see the inhuman thing on top of his own mansion—

"He can't run far, he's just a child of a few years old, there's absolutely no hope of escaping today."

"Catch him, disembowel him, just like his parents! Hang him on the roof of the mansion as a public display!"

"They have royal blood, aren't we going too far by doing this?"

"We've already come this far, so we must carry it through to the end."

"Never let the remnants of the Marquis family go!"

Even after twenty years, the sound of searching footsteps still echoed in his ears, chasing him all the time.

"Every day I was with Violet, I wondered what her expression would be when she saw me clearly, you know? She actually treated me like a commoner like her, it's so funny."

Hyacinthus shook his head with relief, looked at Rasiel at the end of the dark hall,

"Alright, this play should come to an end."

He looked at Rasiel as if he were seeing an excellent treasure, telling Rasiel methodically.

"Hyacinthus, why don't we cooperate?"

Rasiel felt an increasing chill rush to the top of his head, no longer Violet's frost, but the deepest dampness of the Kerynthian Empire under the night.

He inexplicably lacked the confidence to successfully hit Hyacinthus with the Blood Control now.

Theoretically, if Hyacinthus was a little closer, he should be able to successfully control Hyacinthus, but his intuition was constantly ringing alarm bells, telling him never to actively attack this man.

He didn't quite understand what Hyacinthus meant. Based on his previous investigation of Hyacinthus' childhood mental trauma, Hyacinthus should have suffered some cruel tragedy as a child, which made him extremely hate the empire and the commoners, so he endured and disguised himself until today.

If Hyacinthus really wants to subvert the Kerynthian Empire, it may take some time. If he cooperates with their blood clan, I'm afraid the opportunity will come.

"I have carefully prepared betrayal and destruction, to give to Violet, and to you blood clan."

Hyacinthus was about to come in front of Rasiel. He had no hostility towards Rasiel, but he didn't listen to what Rasiel was saying, as if he regarded Rasiel as a corpse or an inanimate object.

"Don't come any closer!"

Rasiel roared, his footsteps messily retreating past another pillar.

He wasn't sure why he was so afraid of Hyacinthus at this moment, but he knew that his current state was definitely no match for this fearless man.

Before Rasiel's body could react and retreat, the distance between him and Hyacinthus was distorted, and Hyacinthus grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him up.

Rasiel's blood-colored pupils faced Hyacinthus directly, shrinking and trembling constantly.

Hyacinthus' strange physical fitness was so fast that he couldn't see it at all.

Even the Holy Palantus Pope had never lifted him up like a little rabbit and looked at him at close range like this.

"What are you thinking when you look at me? I'm really curious."

Hyacinthus observed Rasiel's blood-colored eyes.

"...!"

Gradually becoming furious, Rasiel, who was both afraid and angry, knew that he had to act at this moment.

Rasiel's eyes suddenly turned blood red, his body floated weightlessly, and countless dark red blood threads flew out from all parts of his body, swirling and interlacing at close range, turning into a huge blood net, wrapping around Hyacinthus.

"Submit to me! Hyacinthus!"

Rasiel launched his authority for the first time, trying to control Hyacinthus.

Hyacinthus ignored one thing!

It was also the biggest miscalculation brought about by Hyacinthus' arrogance!

Just now, his Blood Control authority could not take effect because Violet's Lunar Goddess Immaculate Pure Land barrier disturbed the mental incantations in this temple space.

But at this moment, Hyacinthus personally killed Violet, and the barrier disappeared with it.

With Hyacinthus' mental state and the degree of mental trauma, it was impossible to avoid Blood Control.

Since he was able to control Hyacinthus once before, he would definitely be able to control Hyacinthus a second time.

"..."

Hyacinthus' body froze, staring straight at Rasiel's pupils without moving a bit.

"Hyacinthus, you've taken too much on yourself, you've screwed up this time."

Rasiel's heart beat like a drum, and the corners of his mouth gradually bloomed into the smile of the ultimate victor.

He breathed sharply the cold air in the dark hall.

He had successfully hit Hyacinthus.

Just now, there was neither the interference of the Lunar Goddess Immaculate Pure Land, nor was it successfully avoided by Hyacinthus!

As long as Hyacinthus is controlled, no matter how诡谲 this man is, he will no longer be a threat.

A while passed just like that.

Seeing this, Rasiel's heart was still beating rapidly, not daring to fully relax.

"Hyacinthus, obey my orders?"

Rasiel asked tentatively.

He always felt something was wrong.

Because Hyacinthus was still carrying him, motionless.

"Haha, no problem."

Hyacinthus not only did not obey, but laughed, the gentleness in his eyes unchanged.

"No, no, why can't I control you? You clearly have such a large area of mental trauma in your heart, it's impossible to heal!"

Rasiel was dumbfounded, feeling enveloped by weightlessness in an instant, and cold sweat instantly covered his back.

His Blood Control... failed?

"Could it be..."

Rasiel's eyeballs moved frantically from side to side. In rapid thought, he found a possibility.

Hyacinthus' most skilled spells are all anti-attribute.

If Hyacinthus is a suitable target for Blood Control, and it hits successfully, and there is no external interference, then the only possible reason for the failure is that Hyacinthus himself has an extremely terrifying ultimate anti-spell.

Theoretically speaking, Rasiel had never seen an anti-spell that could easily work on their ancestor's epic authority.

Rasiel's blood-colored pupils reflected the invisible magic vortex in front of Hyacinthus. He used his last magic power to identify the magic fluctuations that had just been triggered in front of him.

"Oh, dear, you found out?"

Hyacinthus asked him with a light voice.

At this moment, Rasiel finally saw clearly what kind of spell Hyacinthus used.

【Imbalance Devourer】

【Category: Active Spell】

【Grade: Orange Epic】

【Attribute: Counter/Seal】

【Tier: 8】

【Effect: Devours and resists all attacks, traps, and props in the area, temporarily stores them in the soul space, and can return them all within thirty seconds, cooldown time one minute.】

Rasiel was struck by lightning, his pupils contracted violently again.

Even in the long era of the Blood Moon Dynasty, he had never seen a demon or human with such a curse-reversing spell.

This guy, in any era, poses a threat to their blood clan that is no less than that of Black Sun Lacrosse.

Even if he doesn't use his true sword skills, just relying on this anti-spell can confiscate all of their blood clan's offensive and controlling authorities.

"Actually, I could have won against you last time, but I didn't do that, do you know why?"

Hyacinthus saw that Rasiel had used the Ninth-Order Appraisal Technique, and was also a little troubled.

"You... what exactly are you?! What is your purpose?!"

Rasiel questioned sharply, his voice shrill with fear.

"I think it's quite interesting to watch you make trouble in the empire. I simply want to see what step you can take the Kerynthian Empire to, and I can just silently cooperate with you in acting. It doesn't affect my life, I'm still acting as my Hyacinthus every day, what's the difference?"

Hyacinthus did not answer directly, but leisurely lifted Rasiel's neck again, his slender fingers sinking into the flesh, bringing Rasiel a burst of piercing pain,

"But this time, since you still want to challenge me, then I won't hold back."

Hyacinthus looked down at Rasiel, making his feet hang in the air, and said to him.

Boundless shadows devoured the entire space, and the temple fell into unprecedented darkness.

In the darkness, only Hyacinthus' pupils flickered with strange light, like a beast lurking in the night, making Rasiel shudder.

And Rasiel, at this moment, could only tremble and raise his hand to grab Hyacinthus' steel-like hand, but he couldn't shake him at all.

"No, Hyacinthus, we can talk! Whatever you want to do in the empire, I can help you, cooperate with you!"

Rasiel pleaded, trying to communicate with Hyacinthus.

He was already seriously injured, and he was captured by Hyacinthus, the strongest man in the Kerynthian Empire. His spells were also ineffective against Hyacinthus. He had completely run out of ideas on how to be an enemy with this guy.

"Is it necessary?"

Hyacinthus just asked Rasiel in confusion.

"...!"

Rasiel was shocked, and his throat moved dryly.

He thought of the worst possible scenario that was about to happen.

This time Hyacinthus devoured his Blood Control, he could immediately return the Blood Control directly to him.

And he, the dignified Third Progenitor Rasiel, did indeed have painful memories that he didn't want to face, and would be controlled by Blood Control.

"No, don't control me!"

Rasiel begged in despair.

"Oh? Looking at your expression, it's true that you can also be controlled by your mental control magic? How ironic, even you have mental trauma?"

Hyacinthus just mocked Rasiel teasingly.

Last time, he hadn't thought that this spell could also control Rasiel.

Judging from Rasiel's mental state tonight, Hyacinthus could basically be sure that Rasiel, the Progenitor, had such a weakness. Now, after verifying it, it was indeed correct.

The vortex in front of Hyacinthus opened again, the center of the vortex suddenly turned blood red, and countless dark red blood threads flew out from the vortex, swirling and interlacing at close range, turning into a huge blood net, wrapping around Rasiel.

"Ahhh! No!!"

Rasiel cried out with a broken voice, trying to preserve the last trace of his will.

"Why are you so serious? You laugh for me too. What a great day it is today."

Hyacinthus did not stop, returning the spell he had just devoured to Rasiel intact.

He put his other hand to his ear, as if he could hear the cheers and laughter of the residents on National Day.

After listening carefully to the screams from twenty years ago, the frequencies were surprisingly similar.

In an instant, Rasiel's pupils became empty, and his struggle stopped. He stood still in place like a doll.

"Alright, Rasiel, it's getting dark and you've recovered to the ninth tier. I'll provide the stage, and you go add some fun for me."

Hyacinthus placed his blood-stained hand on the hilt of his sword and looked in the direction of the Holy Astri Palace of the Imperial Palace.

Now, the Great Emperor Saint Baldo must be giving the final speech to his people in peace.

Little did he know that the bright red moon was about to shine on him.

"Saint Baldo..."

Rasiel muttered with empty eyes,

"Great Emperor Saint Baldo..."

Then his scarlet eyes gradually drifted with a bloody mist, and accompanied by the complete eruption of killing intent, his ninth-tier magic power broke through the entrance gate of the God-given Hall, causing a series of city defense alarms to echo over Brildia.

"Hehehe."

Hyacinthus hummed a little tune, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, and walked slowly towards the direction Rasiel escaped from the temple as if拄着手杖he was holding a cane.

The sound of his boots stepping on the floor tiles was clear and crisp, each step like a tolling bell.

Until Hyacinthus' back completely disappeared into the sunset of the hall, only the psychedelic light grid refracted by the rose window remained in the temple, covering the blood flowing in the cracks of the floor tiles.

The blood moon illuminated the pillars of the God-given Hall.

"Violet, what's wrong with you..."

"Buzz..."

"Can you hear me..."

The sacred communication magic link bound to Violet's soul gradually tended to be interrupted.

The last voice could not wake the High Priest's motionless figure lying in the pool of blood.