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"Is it fake?"
Garen was taken aback. In Yasthia's palm, a black stone radiated a spectrum of colors, seemingly pointing towards Volikov.
Could it be... Garen suddenly connected the dots, only to see Volikov grinning widely, blood pooling around him like small snakes, merging into his body, adding a hint of color to his pale face!
"Heart of Agou? This is quite a headache." He slapped his forehead, sounding somewhat frustrated. "It's all this guy's fault for dying too quickly; otherwise, I wouldn't have had to come out..."
"Who are you?" Garen pointed his sword directly at him, his gaze filled with caution.
It was clear that the figure rising from the blood pool was not Volikov; the real Volikov was already dead.
"My name is Miyelin. More accurately, Mielin Solomon," Miyelin said with a cheerful laugh, then gestured towards Yasthia. "This lady can vouch for me!"
Yasthia's face was extremely pale, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably, seemingly terrified of Miyelin.
Garen furrowed his brow; the surname "Solomon" sounded familiar.
"Hmm? Did my foolish brother not tell you our surname?" Miyelin noticed Garen's confusion and smiled with narrowed eyes. "Well, it's the one you killed not long ago—Baru Solomon. My twin brother."
Garen recalled the battle in the back alley of the tavern and showed signs of surprise. If this guy was Baloo's brother, that meant he was also a vampire? Moreover, he hailed from some ancient Clan of vampires...
That's right... Garen finally remembered that during their time in Aguolon Plain, Baisaro had mentioned the Solomon Clan. So that disaster born from "fear" also came from these two brothers; they had been hunting Yasthia since then or even earlier.
"So you're here for revenge?" Garen maintained his vigilance, clearly sensing that this man before him was far more powerful than Baloo.
"I won't lay a hand on you," Miyelin glanced at the black stone and then said playfully, "However... your understanding is quite correct!"
Just as Miyelin finished speaking, a howling sound suddenly erupted! Garen transformed into a golden ray and shot straight towards Miyelin. In the blink of an eye, there was a muffled thud as Stormblade cleaved through a large tree!
At a critical moment, Miyelin's figure shifted like a ghost, perfectly evading the strike.
"Haha, I remember. The technique with a silencing effect?" Miyelin's laughter echoed.
Sudden footsteps approached, and Garen rushed in, delivering a powerful elbow strike! Miyelin maintained his calm gaze, raising his fist to meet Garen's elbow. With a loud "bang!" Miyelin was sent flying!
"This body really is pathetic..." Miyelin crawled up from the grass, noticing a bloody hole in his chest where Suddenly had struck him, yet he seemed to feel no pain.
In the brief moment of reflection, Garen appeared behind him. The Stormblade fell vertically, creating a massive golden ripple that surged outward like a tidal wave!
"I shall make Justice Punish All Beings!"
Miyelin's pupils suddenly trembled, disbelief etched on his face. He was immediately engulfed in golden light, and in the blink of an eye, he was struck over a hundred times by Fighting Spirit, ultimately being pushed back a hundred meters, crashing into several large trees with loud thuds!
It was undoubtedly a spectacular and grand scene. Layton and the others gasped and cheered, even Dostodoro's eyes sparkled with admiration.
However, Garen's expression remained grave.
Following his gaze, they saw Miyelin slowly rising from a distance. His body was contorted grotesquely, with at least ten bones severely deformed. Blood gushed from his body, creating a gruesome sight!
Yet in Miyelin's eyes, there was still calmness—only now there was an added layer of vigilance.
"Is this how Baloo lost?"
Miyelin walked over slowly, mocking, "He deserved to lose. Even I wouldn't fare much better if I encountered this technique without prior knowledge... But unfortunately for you, I'm currently using a human body! The technique that eradicates darkness is ineffective against me!"
Garen frowned.
As Miyelin had said, "Judgment" wasn't truly an offensive skill; in some ways, its power was even less than Fatal Strike. However, it excelled in its purging effect—under such conditions, as long as one wasn't excessively powerful, most dark energies would be dispelled.
But unfortunately, the target of this judgment was not really Miyelin, but the deceased Volikov.
"What is your purpose?" Garen stared at Miyelin. He had long realized that the other party did not seem to be here to commit murder; his aura was strong enough that even Garen could not guarantee he could defeat him.
If he truly came for revenge, there would be no need to utilize Volikov's body; that would only slow him down.
"Didn't you already guess?" Miyelin feigned surprise and pointed at Yasthia. "I am here to kill her."
"And you, the murderer of Baloo, I certainly won't let you off easily. Hmm... as for these children, they are quite adorable; I would love to taste their blood. However, it's a pity that I am a person of principles, and I won't drink their blood. So, let them accompany the dead!"
Layton and the others felt an inexplicable chill and turned their gazes toward Garen.
Garen, however, started to laugh.
"Are you stalling for time?"
"No, no, no, of course not," Miyelin shook his head.
"I don't believe you." Garen's smile faded.
"You actually don't believe my words? Oh, do you know that such behavior in Solomon's Castle can lead to death!" Miyelin said with some annoyance. "Well, I am stalling for time."
Garen was taken aback; he did not expect the other party to admit it so readily.
"However, my goal has already been achieved. Good luck to you all," Miyelin said with a smile as he waved his hand. In the next moment, the blood on his body seemed to be instantly drained away, and his entire body softened before collapsing to the ground.
Clearly, Miyelin was gone.
At that moment, Garen suddenly sensed something and turned around sharply. He saw a White-Clad Woman standing on a nearby large tree!
Her face was covered by a layer of white gauze, and her eyes were fixed coldly and mercilessly on Garen.
Garen was not unfamiliar with such a gaze; his old rival, Katarina, had similar eyes. Such individuals were often cold-blooded assassins, walking the edge of darkness and death.
Her presence was overwhelming, far surpassing anyone Garen had ever encountered.
Garen silently tightened his grip on Stormblade, preparing for a fierce battle. But just then, the White-Clad Woman suddenly vanished without a trace. The large tree stood empty, as if she had never been there at all.
What did this mean?
Garen felt a surge of confusion. Miyelin's delay was clearly to wait for this woman, and she had succeeded. Yet, this woman had simply left?
As Garen pondered, a sudden hurricane swept through!
No, more accurately, it hovered over the entire mountain range! In an instant, all the trees were bent low to the ground, countless stones flew wildly, and the howling wind sounded like the weeping of the heavens!
Dostodoro trembled as he raised his hand, his eyes quivering as he pointed to the sky…
There, a massive black dragon loomed impossibly large, rising up and blocking out much of the sunlight, casting shadows everywhere!
The Fallen Flame Dragon, Sundgoth!
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