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When the faith that once seemed Holy turned ugly, so too did the anger within people rise.
"What is this... what kind of monster is this!" A Temple Guard nearby broke down first, still in shock.
The several White-Clad Archbishops were also stunned, unable to believe the scene unfolding before them.
For many years, everyone had remembered the initial Calamity, viewing demons as the most wicked beings that must be eradicated. Correspondingly, Frostbringer was hailed as a great hero, and Master Yi, who came from a similar era as Tastandin, was regarded almost like a deity in everyone's hearts. Those who had experienced enlightenment knew that during the most Chaos in the city, it was Master Yi who stepped forward to stabilize order and led everyone back into the light.
Yet at this moment, the striking contrast between the imposing figure of Garen in red and white armor and the grotesque, hideous face of Master Yi was undeniable.
Who exactly...
Who truly was the demon?
A boy cried out in fear, while his father stood frozen, lost in confusion. Witnessing their faith turn into something so repulsive caused more and more people to break down; around the palace, there were heartbroken sobs and furious roars.
"Why are you helping me?" Garen asked with a look of confusion, ignoring the residents around him.
Master Yi clearly did not care about others' gazes; he shook his head and said, "If you don't leave now, it will be too late."
As he spoke, Master Yi fixed his murky gaze on Garen, with worms crawling from the corners of his eyes...
Garen took a deep look at him before turning to step onto the Purple Bridge.
Though he did not understand Master Yi's actions or how someone clearly from the Tastandin faction could assist him in hunting down Tastandin, none of that mattered anymore.
What mattered most now was capturing Tastandin!
The moment Garen stepped onto the Bridge, the surrounding scenery transformed once again into a vibrant corridor, constantly shifting and swirling. At the end of the passage, a white light gate faintly came into view.
At the same time, an overwhelming pain pressed down upon him, violently assaulting Garen's will! This sensation was reminiscent of the Sinful Burden from ten years ago. However, just as it emerged, the Rune Armor radiated a dazzling light, fully resisting the onslaught.
Garen let out a slight sigh of relief before swiftly dashing forward!
The corridor stretched astonishingly long, but now Garen's physique was robust, and with the Rune Armor assisting in resisting the Sinful Power, he covered half the distance in a mere moment!
Intense pain surged through his battle armor, coursing throughout his body. Blood trickled from the corners of Garen's eyes, his nose, and earlobes, yet his speed did not wane; he surged forward like lightning!
Of course, from within the palace, it appeared as though Garen remained in place, his figure gradually fading away.
Due to their proximity, Garen could clearly see Master Yi beside him.
"Go..." Master Yi gazed at that figure and murmured, "Never come back."
"This is my choice."
Before long, Garen arrived at the light gate. Suddenly sensing something, he turned his head to look but was momentarily stunned.
He saw Master Yi wave his hand, an ugly face breaking into a sincere smile.
In the distance, the group of distraught residents and warriors surged forward in anger...
Perhaps due to its grotesqueness, Master Yi's smile was not pleasant to behold; one could only vaguely discern that he had a pair of black pupils. When he smiled, his eyes resembled crescent moons... much like a stubborn child.
"You..." Garen felt as if struck by lightning; his pupils suddenly constricted.
But at that moment, the light gate had enveloped him.
The smell of blood permeated the entire island.
It had been over a month since the opening of Immortal City. On the bridge, all the Blood Lords remained, their expressions fluctuating between shock, fear, anger, and sorrow...
Yet no one dared to move.
A howl echoed overhead, and with a thud, a shadow crashed onto the bridge. Suddenly, it was Niguzate, his hands torn apart, and a massive gaping wound in his chest where one could vaguely see a beating heart... He was not dead, but it was hardly different from being so.
Immediately after, another shadow fell. It was Mokevande, drenched in blood, clutching two severed arms in his hands. He scanned the area with indifferent eyes and slowly walked toward the center of the bridge.
The prominent figures of the Blood Clan showed fear on their faces and quickly made way for him.
In the middle of the bridge sat six individuals.
They bore various degrees of injuries. Standing on the outer side were the Four Great Guardians of the Solomon Clan, who seemed to have just come from a fierce battle, still stained with hot blood that did not belong to them.
Inside were Su Ye and Bai.
Bai was using a Healing Scroll to tend to Su Ye's wounds. Su Ye's complexion was much paler than before, clearly indicating that her injuries had accumulated to a critical point. In her left hand, she held a blood orb...
Drip, drip; blood fell from the bottom of the orb, pooling into a puddle.
But everyone present knew that it was not just some bloodied sphere...
That was Acheron's head!
Su Ye held up the severed head of Acheron, his blood-red face twisted in a grimace of despair.
"Did you ever think you'd end up like this?" Su Ye glanced at him and said lightly.
Mokfan remained indifferent, calmly stating, "I killed him."
The words struck everyone like a bolt of lightning, their faces filled with shock.
Killed...
Who was killed?
Although Niguzate was on the brink of death, he was not completely gone, so Mokfan could not have been referring to him.
That left only one person... It was known that Mokfan had just pursued Lushua! Acheron's father! The leader of the Reimer Clan!
However, after a brief moment of shock, the crowd found themselves unable to be astonished any longer.
After enduring the events of the past month and a half, everyone had begun to grow numb...
Who would have thought that this woman would go so far as to attack the Reimer Clan over a mere servant, killing Acheron on the spot?
And who could have imagined that the entire Solomon Clan would mobilize, turning the Reimer Clan into chaos overnight, leaving no one unscathed—whether they were high-ranking officials or lowly pawns, all were swept away in a bloody massacre!
Despite the existence of the two major Clans, from the perspective of the entire Bloodline, only the Twelve Clans remained.
The Solomon Clan suffered over half of its members as casualties, while the Reimer Clan lost both its leader and Heir, marking the most significant blow to the Bloodline in nearly a century.
In this matter that involved the entire Bloodline, the other Clans sought to intervene, hoping to nip this senseless conflict in the bud.
However, at that moment, they encountered Mokfande fully armed, along with the banner of the Sertate Clan.
On the edge of the crowd, Somaroth trembled with rage.
He, who always prided himself on his intelligence, never imagined that such an unprecedented large-scale civil war would erupt within the Bloodline under his watch!
Within just half a month, all five of the top-ranked Clans were deeply embroiled in it.
The Revernon Clan—though Niguzate survived, the severe injuries left behind would prevent him from ever reaching his peak again, let alone becoming a super powerhouse.
The Asamait Clan faced the death of its leader, Chilisen.
The Reimer Clan saw most of its members' lives brutally extinguished.
The Sertate Clan had Third Tier powerhouse Lucifer's fate uncertain, while its leader actively initiated the civil war!
And finally, there was the Solomon Clan.
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