CH 133

【Awakening】In addition to restoring spiritual power, there is also a certain strengthening effect.

Although Greygrove is a third-level combatant, he was first severely injured by the Queen Mother and then suffered a devastating blow from Rode. His strength has long been nonexistent.

"Oh no, my soul is unstable."

Greygrove immediately realized the seriousness of the situation. He is an extremely rare dual-soul characteristic holder, possessing the "Abyss of Death" and "Cage".

The former gives him the characteristic of being indestructible in death and has mastered a part of the laws of life, allowing him to repair himself with "living flesh and blood".

The latter allows him to possess the ability to imprison and a part of the laws of space.

Among the third-level combatants, his actual combat ability also belongs to the stronger category. However, individuals with dual characteristics have inherently unstable souls and are prone to extremes, either going insane or self-destructing.

Especially in situations where the soul is fragile and under immense pressure.

"I can only kill him. I don't need his flesh and blood. There are enough living people here for me to restore... Those six grudges have already been killed by them. As long as I restore myself to the original state, I should be able to escape punishment."

In an instant, Greygrove's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he grinned ferociously, saying, "Die, scum!"

His left hand plunged into Rode's chest, crushing his heart.

"Rode!"

"Rode!"

Greygrove threw away the corpse and sneered, "What are you shouting for? You will soon join him."

But the next moment, he realized something was wrong.

The oppression of spiritual power was still present.

Looking to the side, he saw that his spiritual power and the corpse's spiritual power were still entangled, connected by a white light. The two sides of spiritual power repelled and linked to each other, as if they had to determine a winner.

What is going on?

Greygrove was somewhat confused.

Can the dead control spiritual power?

But soon, he saw that Rode's chest was intact, with no wounds except for torn clothing.

Does he have the ability to resurrect?

Greygrove didn't have time to be puzzled. He took a step forward and once again pierced Rode's chest, digging out his heart and crushing it.

But this time, he saw it clearly.

The blood on his hand and the fragments of the heart slowly disappeared, as if it was just an illusion.

And Rode's chest had returned to its original state.

"This is impossible!"

The ability to repeatedly resurrect, he had never heard of such a thing.

Greygrove attacked Rode frantically, but whether he dug out his heart or smashed his head, it all felt like an illusion. It would restore to its original state in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, the contest of spiritual power collapsed due to his distraction. The opponent's spiritual power had invaded his soul, attacking and destroying the veins of his soul.

Greygrove exclaimed in horror, "What are you?"

He couldn't kill Rode and desperately wanted to break free from the entanglement of spiritual power, but the fiercely fighting spiritual power couldn't be shaken off at all.

Rode opened his mouth, his voice hoarse as he said, "Worm! You're doomed!"

Bang!

Greygrove once again shattered his head and deliberately covered his neck with his large hand.

But it was still useless. Rode returned to his original state again, and his hand had somehow moved to the side.

Greygrove jumped up, wanting to escape, but the entangled spiritual power held him back, making him feel like his soul was about to be torn apart.

Rode stood up and walked step by step towards him. The ribbon of spiritual power was the entanglement between them. He fully activated his spiritual power to attack, feeling that the opponent's soul was on the verge of collapse.

Only twelve seconds left.

As early as the moment Greygrove died and came back to life, killing the warrior, Rode had crushed his last trump card, the "Spirit of Immortality".

The "Spirit of Immortality" gave him the ability to be immortal, but it only lasted for thirty seconds.

These were the last twelve seconds to kill him.

Greygrove was terrified and shouted, "Don't kill me! I surrender! I'm willing to serve you as my master!"

Rode completely ignored him, still walking towards him step by step, closing the distance and strengthening his spiritual power attack.

Greygrove panicked and looked around, while everyone else stood still, as if they couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.

Suddenly, Greygrove saw a ball of fire approaching them in the sky. He was overjoyed and shouted, "Help! Guardians! Help! There are members of the Doomsday Cult here, they want to kill me!"

The sound echoed from afar, and the ball of fire accelerated towards them, landing like a shooting star.

The crimson fire scattered and three people walked out from it.

The leader was a young woman, about twenty years old, with delicate eyebrows and a beautiful appearance. She was wearing a peculiar robe composed of green and white colors, with a prominently displayed triple flame symbol on the collar.

Following behind her was a burly white-haired man and a girl with chestnut-colored long hair.

They were Green Feather, White Wolf Vermil, and the physician Aro, the Guardians whom Rode had met on his first day.

Although it had been over two months since they last saw each other, Rode still recognized them at a glance.

Greygrove shouted, "Quick, Lady Green Feather, save me! They are members of the Doomsday Cult, they want to kill me!"Green Feather quickly scanned the entire room and focused on the spiritual connection between the two.

Without any visible action, the connection between the two instantly broke.

Greygrove let out a sigh of relief and rushed over.

White Wolf stepped forward and blocked him.

Greygrove immediately stopped in his tracks under the cold gaze, and with a thud, his tall half-skeletal body knelt down, his flesh hitting the ground, blood splattering.

Aro frowned and took a step back.

White Wolf coldly asked, "Who are you? Why do you look like this?"

Greygrove shouted, "I am Greygrove, the Chief Magistrate, currently on duty in the Seventh Defense Zone. Under Lord Jon's orders, I went to support Sword Pass. However, many Doomsday Cultists infiltrated Sword Pass and tried their best to destroy it. I fought them with all my might but unfortunately failed."

"Sword Pass was deliberately destroyed, and all my subordinates died in battle. If it weren't for my 'Abyss of Death' ability, I would have died by now and been framed as a Doomsday Cultist."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Karmon exploded in anger and shouted, "You're the Doomsday Cultist! You killed so many people, you... you..."

The survivors were also furious, but Greygrove didn't even look at them. He wailed, "Lord, look, they have already started accusing me!"

Green Feather shifted her gaze and her ink-like eyes fell on Rode. She asked softly, "Rode from Redstone Village, tell me, what happened here."

Rode took a deep breath, suppressing his intense anger and killing intent, and calmly explained the whole situation, clearly and logically.

White Wolf nodded slightly as he listened. It had been over two months, and this kid had improved a lot since their last encounter.

Finally, Rode concluded, "All the survivors can testify for us, and he has no evidence other than his own words."

Aro whispered, "Sister Green Feather, I think what little Rode said is true."

Greygrove hurriedly said, "Miss Aro, please don't be deceived by his appearance. Although I may look terrifying, I am actually a good person. He may look innocent, but he is a monster on the inside."

Aro wrinkled her nose and hid behind Green Feather.

"You're lying, I don't believe you."

Greygrove immediately said, "Please think carefully. I am a third-level combatant. If I were really a Doomsday Cultist, I would have killed them all in an instant. And my team members were also killed by them. We can examine their cause of death, and it was definitely by their hands."

Annabel shouted, "They are with you! They are also Doomsday Cultists!"

Greygrove immediately smiled, "Lord Green Feather, see, they are confessing without being forced. My team members are all sworn knights of the Holy Church. You don't think there are Doomsday Cultists among the sworn knights, do you?"

Karmon angrily said, "Of course there are! You..."

But Annabel and Aeg simultaneously covered his mouth and knee.

Aeg's expression darkened as he said in a low voice, "Sworn knights must abide by their inner vows, or else the power they gain from their vows will disappear. They cannot be Doomsday Cultists."

A sense of unease rose in Rode's heart. He immediately explained, "They were being controlled. Greygrove ordered them to attack us!"

A triumphant smile appeared on Greygrove's face.

"You're fabricating lies again. Tell me, how did I control the sworn knights?"

Rode's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "I don't know how you did it, but they were indeed under your control. They attacked us with their swords, and many people were killed by them."

Greygrove angrily shouted, "You're lying! It was you who surrounded them! They fought back bravely and killed several people before being overwhelmed and sacrificing themselves heroically."

Rode's anger became uncontrollable. He turned his head and looked into Green Feather's eyes, and said word by word:

"If our kingdom can distort right and wrong like this, then I don't think it deserves to exist."

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"Look!"

Greygrove jumped up and shouted, "He slipped up! A typical Doomsday Cultist speech! Hoping for destruction! Trampling on everyone's efforts and hard work! He deserves to die a thousand deaths!"

Green Feather looked at Rode, their gazes meeting in the air, and neither of them spoke.

While White Wolf was about to take down Greygrove, a burst of fire shot from the distance and landed a few seconds later.

A man wearing a blue and white robe with three flame symbols on the collar walked out from it.His face was gaunt, with greasy black hair hanging down from both sides of his cheeks. He had a huge hawk-like nose, and his eyes were icy and deep.

Behind him were a young man and woman, equally thin and indifferent.

"Greygrove, how did you end up like this?"

The man glanced at Greygrove's inhuman and ghostly appearance, then shifted his gaze to Green Feather.

"What's going on?"

Green Feather calmly said, "Jon, your Sword Pass has been breached. My Ninth Elite Battle Group has already gone to assist. And this man, he is the culprit behind the breach."

She briefly explained the situation.

Jon's brows furrowed instantly.

"Are you joking? How could Greygrove possibly be a doomsday cultist? Are you trying to frame me? Are the anomalies at the Sword Pass these days your doing?"

Green Feather frowned, a look of disgust appearing on her beautiful face.

"Jon, that's impossible. I've always advocated against vicious infighting."

But Jon revealed a cold smile.

"Good, I knew you weren't a brainless saint. A future king needs to be more ruthless, more unscrupulous. Your disguise is brilliant, even I was fooled. I admire you now, for being able to make such a big move... Very well, let's settle this. If you can beat me, I will willingly submit to you and become one of your kings."

He turned around.

"See you in the court."

The black-haired young man stepped forward and grabbed Rode.