sbdcsierra Chapter 450 - 452: Veridia, Surrender!
Chapter 450 - 452: Veridia, Surrender!
Now, in front, there’s a wolf, and behind, there’s a tiger!
It’s two against one, and the coordination between the two Beastbond creatures is unbelievably seamless.
One Beastbond is responsible for controlling, while the other attacks.
Under the combined efforts of the two Beastbond creatures, he’s already in a perilous situation.
"Cannot win by force!"
This thought suddenly became exceptionally clear and intense!
If he continues fighting, he might actually end up perishing here today!
Whatever the mission, whatever pride, in the face of life and death, all of it becomes insignificant!
Though he felt intense shame and anger, the instinct to survive ultimately prevailed!
"Roar! You forced me to do this!"
General Krane let out a roar filled with reluctance, and his eyes flickered with a hint of pain!
He hesitated no longer and fiercely activated his Power core.
Demon Core!
"Boom——!!!"
A muffled sound exploded!
The Demon Core shattered in response, and the rampaging Demonic Qi surged through his body like a bursting flood!
The bones around him couldn’t withstand this destructive power, emitting a teeth-gritting "cracking" sound, fragmenting inch by inch!
Using this momentary burst, he transformed into a bloody streak of light, his Speed suddenly soaring to unimaginable heights!
He actually managed to withstand Lazuli’s mountain-cracking heavy blow, using sheer force.
Then he disregarded everything, fleeing towards the distant horizon!
"Trying to escape?!"
Lazuli exclaimed, twelve wings vibrating, the blazing Fire of Destruction rising again, and she moved to pursue him.
"Lazuli, come back."
Aster Grant’s calm voice rang out timely.
Aster Grant gazed in the direction where General Krane disappeared, eyes deep.
This Demon Clan member, being Totem Ninth Tier, for Lazuli and Vera to capture him without getting hurt, remains somewhat difficult.
Moreover, if they delay here any longer, should the Demon God Valley discover...
The consequences would be unimaginable.
The urgent task now is to enter The Forbidden Land to find Veridia.
Just then, a staggering sound of footsteps interrupted his thoughts.
Shade and Azure supported each other, struggling to come forward.
The two were severely injured, their breath weak, but their gaze towards Aster Grant was filled with a life-saving gratitude.
"Aster Grant, thank you for saving my life!" Azure spoke first.
"If you hadn’t arrived in time, today, the Clan Leader and I might have..."
Upon hearing this, even Shade cast a grateful glance at Aster Grant.
He wasn’t afraid of dying, just of never seeing his two granddaughters again.
Seeing their intention to salute, Aster Grant hurriedly stopped them.
"Wraith Chieftain, Uncle Azure! There’s no need for us to be polite."
"Right now, Veridia’s situation is dire, I’ll be brief."
Because Aster Grant sensed in his mind, the Contract Link concerning Veridia weakened again slightly.
"Wraith Chieftain, Uncle Azure, the Demon Clan has already discovered this place, it’s not suitable to stay long."
"You should go to the Human Race territory; I will bring Veridia out from The Forbidden Land!"
Upon hearing this, Azure and Shade exchanged a glance.
They both knew that staying here actually wouldn’t do any good.
Indeed...
The already injured two could even become a burden.
After some contemplation, both agreed to Aster Grant’s proposal.
"Then Aster Grant, Veridia is in your hands."
But Aster Grant shook his head.
"Veridia is my Beastbond, this is what I should do."
Afterward, Aster Grant bid farewell to them, taking several Beastbond creatures and diving into The Forbidden Land.
...
Meanwhile.
In the deepest part of the Ghost Race Forbidden Land.
The scene here is starkly different from the desolate stillness of the outermost area.
Here is not the darkness one might imagine, but rather it resembles a forgotten ancient battlefield relic.
The sky is a perpetual dark red, as if stained by dried blood.
The ground is cracked with broken weapons and gigantic, unknown creatures’ white skeletal remains everywhere.
The air is filled with a thick, unending scent of blood and a bone-deep will of slaughter.
Veridia’s figure struggled forward on this blood-soaked ground.
Her originally cool demeanor was now full of exhaustion, her blue hair somewhat disheveled, even stained with dark red blood.
But her eyes were sharper and colder than ever before.
Around her, the thick Slaughter Law was swirling and churning like blood-colored mist.
Each step left a shallow, murderous mark.
Along this journey, she no longer remembered how many Demon Clan members she had killed.
The endless slaughter swiftly developed and refined her Slaughter Law.
However, the consequence of such rapid development is...
The violent will constantly assaulted her mind.
Constantly being in such oppressive atmosphere, her spiritual power is approaching its limit.
At this moment, she was blocked by a group of enemies.
Though blocking her were not Demon Clan members, but a group of...
Ghost Race!
Or rather, a group that maintained the Ghost Race form yet was filled with pervasive Demonic Qi, eyes clouded and feverish with madness.
They numbered nearly a hundred, quietly standing in her path.
Leading them were several particularly powerful Ghost Race members, all emitting Totem Level pressure!
As Veridia approached, these Corrupted Ghost Clan members all raised their heads in unison, focusing their gaze on her.
A hoarse voice, tinged with bizarre allure, emerged from the leader of the Ghost Race:
"Yet another lost kin... Poor child, you’ve done well enough, can you rest now?"
Veridia’s steps did not pause; she raised her head, coldly uttering two words:
"Move aside."
Ignored by Veridia, the Ghost Race leader was not angered:
"Why be so stubborn? Look at this world filled with despair!"
"We once held onto our so-called pride, but what did that bring us? The fall of the Ghost Race?"
He looked at Veridia, seeming to carry a hint of sincerity in his tone:
"Child, you are a rare genius among the Ghost Race in a thousand years."
"And this world is already the domain of the Demon Clan."
"Why waste your life for that long-decrepit belief? Embrace the Demon Clan..."
"The Demon Clan greatly appreciates the strong, especially geniuses like you."
He opened his arms, as if making an earnest offer:
"As long as you nod, join the Demon Clan, not only will you gain supreme power instantly, but we... all clan members, will serve you as master!"
"You will lead us, rebuilding the glory of the Ghost Race in this new era!"
"A stronger, more eternal glory!"
"Think of your clansmen, think of your father... They need powerful protection, not meaningless sacrifice!"
"Submission is the only path to save the Ghost Race!"
These words targeted the weakest spots of human hearts.
They not only lure with power but also try to erode Veridia’s will by exploiting her concern for the clan and her worry for relatives.
However, as she listened, no ripple emerged in Veridia’s eyes.
There was only a cold, almost indifferent murderous intent.
She slowly stretched out her hand, clenched her fist, voice cold as the Netherworld wind:
"Ghost Race, would rather die than surrender."
"From the moment you kneeled, and sold your souls to the Demon Clan..."
Surging Slaughter Law around her suddenly boiled, compressed, converging onto her fist!
"...you no longer deserve to be called the Ghost Race!"
Even before the words were fully uttered, Veridia’s form transformed into a blood-colored lightning, fiercely charging towards this group of Ghost Race members!
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