The Regressed Blood Knight’s Strategy

[Translator - Helga ]

[Proofreader - Lucky]

Chapter 150

"The Golden Dragon? The one who commands space?"

"That's right."

This was the reason the House of the Sun targeted this place first.

The Golden Dragon, Chrysalis, was a symbol of the House of the Sun.

But the House of the Sun had decided to use their symbol for another purpose.

What would happen if they used Chrysalis's power to spread the force of oblivion across the entire continent?

The continent would be engulfed in the aura of death in an instant.

And that wasn't all.

The portal above Chrysalis in the sky was a magical array that interfered with space.

The portal itself was the midpoint of the boundaries.

That meant that if the portal were to become corrupted, the boundaries between the Celestial Realm, Demon Realm (Underworld), Middle Realm, and Human Realm would collapse.

In other words, the pathways between the realms could be completely sealed.

The House of the Sun was after this.

If the Gods in the Celestial Realm learned what they were doing, they would surely be furious.

By breaking down the boundaries and sealing the passage, the Celestial Realm would be unable to interfere with the Human Realm.

So they used Chrysalis, which controls space, to corrupt the boundary.

"If we don’t stop that, the continent is doomed."

"Do you think the two of us can handle it? There seem to be quite a few obstacles."

"Think of it as training."

"I'm the only one who risks their life for training."

Mikhail grumbled.

It couldn’t be helped; it wasn’t only dragons that were here.

There were numerous people from the Meyer Family as well.

When the intruders arrived in the Village, they people immediately swarmed in.

"Who are you?"

"Do you know where you dared to step?"

"State your affiliation."

They seemed to be minor members, but they held considerable power.

They appeared to be at least 5th Class.

Perhaps they were the kind of subordinates that an Executioner would bring along.

But there were more than fifty of them.

And as more time passed, many more people were gathering.

Stronger ones were also starting to appear.

At that moment, someone recognized Kane.

"Kane Rehinar?"

"What?"

"The Young Master of Rehinar, who supposedly killed the Executioner?"

They infused their hands with magical power, ready to release magical spells at any moment.

Kane Rehinar was a primary enemy of the House of the Sun.

He was known as the criminal who had killed an Executioner.

Seeing him appear in such an important place heightened their vigilance.

"What are you all doing? If the enemy has appeared, kill him at once! Tsk tsk, can I even entrust you with this task?"

An elderly man in priestly robes clicked his tongue.

"Elder Zaron Tombringer, we meet again." Kane smirked

"I don’t recall seeing you before. How do you know me?"

How could he not?

In a past life, he had barely found this Golden Dragon Village.

Even in his past life, it was Zaron who had greeted him here.

At that time, he hadn't been able to grasp the Elder’s power.

Who would have imagined all the Elders were in the Twelve Star Lord level?

He had thought only the First Elder approached that level.

But he was completely wrong.

All the Elders of the House of the Sun held the strength of a Twelve Star lord.

This Third Elder, in particular, was ridiculously powerful, not fitting his rank.

Just thinking about that moment still made him furious.

Confronting this lingering regret from his past life made him unconsciously emit a killing intent.

“You know, I promised myself hundreds, thousands of times that I would kill you if we ever met again. Today, I will finally fulfill that promise.”

He drew his Bloodsky blades.

The two Bloodsky blades radiated a menacing aura.

The ruthless magic suppressed not only the Third Elder but all the members of the House of the Sun present.

“This lunatic really spouts nonsense. I’ve only heard of you in stories, never seen you in person.”

“That makes sense.”

Step by step, Kane walked forward.

Everyone but the Third Elder backed away.

They had involuntarily been overtaken by fear in the face of Kane’s killing intent.

“Mikhail, handle the others.”

“Understood. Don’t overdo it.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Mikhail trusted Kane completely.

Kane was stronger than the so-called Third Elder in front of him.

The Blood Demon Young master he knew was simply a monster.

A human beyond reason.

If he could easily end the life of the First Elder, the Third Elder shouldn’t be a problem either.

His only worry was Kane’s bad habit of toying with his opponents before killing them, which would only make things harder for himself.

Aside from the Third Elder, there were still hundreds gathered here.

He would have to kill all those heads on his own.

It was going to be an absolute grind.

“Hah… once again, I’m the only one who has to do the heavy lifting.”

Swoosh!

Mikhail and Kane launched forward at the same time.

* * *

Around that time…

A calamity struck the Hatzfeld royal family.

Thud!

A sword pierced through the back of the Hatzfeld King.

"Gugh!"

"If only you’d done a better job. You left me no choice but to step in."

"...Why... me...?"

The Hatzfeld King knew who had stabbed him.

The one who had first come to Hatzfeld and proposed an alliance with the House of the Sun, the Meyer Family.

He was a powerful figure within the House of the Sun.

Thanks to his full support, the small kingdom of Hatzfeld had risen to become one of the continent's mightiest nations almost overnight.

"Your son betrayed us."

"That’s... impossible—" He coughed violently.

"I told you not to trust a bastard child, didn't I?"

"...Ray...!?"

"The contract with Medi Island has fallen apart. Your son appeared with the Barbarian Lord and ruined all of our agreements."

"...Give me... a chance..."

"There is no chance for you. But I will make your eldest son the king."

"My son... will not be harmed—ugh!"

The man grabbed the Hatzfeld King by the throat.

"How dare you raise your voice to me?"

"Ugh…."

The man, one of the Twelve Star Lords known as the Red Star, was overwhelmingly powerful; the king could not resist in the slightest.

"Hmm... Is there so much attachment to life left in you?"

"Please... give me a chance…."

"Do you truly want a chance?"

"Yes..."

"Very well. I’ll grant you a final chance."

With those words, the man drove his hand through the king’s heart.

"Ugh!"

He tore the heart out and crushed it.

The King of Hatzfeld died with his mouth agape.

The throne room fell deathly silent under the man’s ruthless hand.

"I will give you the power you couldn’t achieve."

The man took out a flask and poured a gray liquid down the throat of the dead king.

Moments later…

The king’s skin completely peeled off, leaving only bones.

His shattered ribs began to regenerate and fused back together, stronger than before.

Not only that, but the missing skin started to regrow.

"Argh!"

The king’s scream echoed through the throne room, bordering on a cry of agony.

All of his skin and hair were restored.

"How does it feel? This is the power of oblivion you so fiercely rejected."

At the man's words, the Hatzfeld King looked down at his own body.

He clenched and unclenched his fists, rotating his shoulders.

When he summoned power into his hand, it was far stronger than before.

"I am... satisfied."

His speech was slightly awkward.

It seemed his strengthened throat muscles needed some getting used to.

"Do you know why I granted you this chance?"

"...I do not... know."

"Kill the bastard son with your own hands. That is why I spared you."

"A difficult task, but I... will do it."

"That bastard son has allied himself with Kane Rehinar. Do you understand what that means?"

"I will... kill them all."

"Good. You need to exact revenge on those who brought you to this state. Don’t worry; your eldest son will lead the Hatzfeld Kingdom well."

The King of Hatzfeld—or rather, Maleth Hatzfeld, now deposed from his throne—nodded in agreement.

With the conversation over, the man shouted down to the attendants in the throne room below.

"You fools! Prepare to welcome your new king!"

"Congratulations on ascending the throne, King Kyras!"

"Long live the King!"

The attendants bowed deeply toward the young man below.

He was Maleth's eldest son, Kyras Hatzfeld.

The man descended and placed his hands on Kyras’s shoulders.

"Can you rule Hatzfeld well?"

"Of... of course."

"Do not make the same mistakes as your father."

"I... will remember."

"Don’t disappoint me."

The man patted Kyras’s shoulders and exited the throne room.

This man was the Second Elder of the House of the Sun.

The order from his lord was to take care of the treacherous Hatzfeld royal family.

The king’s bastard son had betrayed them, so the king would pay the price.

Having grown arrogant after achieving the rank of one of the Twelve Star Lords, the Second Elder decided that keeping Hatzfeld firmly underfoot was preferable to destroying it altogether.

* * *

Mikhail’s spear moved with wild fury.

Boom!

A black dragon rampaged violently.

The ground cracked, and trees vanished.

Everywhere he passed turned into a path of fire.

No one could stand in Mikhail’s way.

Whoosh!

A pillar of fire erupted toward the Meyer Family’s forces.

“Aaah!”

“Use magic to put it out!”

“It’s not going out!”

The flames melted not only clothes but also skin, throwing the Meyer Family members into chaos.

They couldn’t even bring down a single opponent.

Their enemy’s power was far beyond what they had expected.

“Thank your luck that we switched to the Water Rune!”

The commander-level priest shouted, but it was useless.

Mikhail’s mana breath was that of a True Dragon, and it was awakened power at that.

Mana of a mere fifth or sixth class was not enough to withstand it.

“Out of my way, weaklings.”

Mikhail struck the ground with his spear.

A vortex of fire erupted from the earth, consuming the House of the Sun’s forces.

Those who had charged at him like moths to a flame now began to show fear.

“This truly is a battle of madmen.”

Mikhail’s gaze was fixed on Kane and the Third Elder.

From the start, Kane had been relentlessly pushing the Third Elder back.

He didn’t allow even a single opening for a counterattack.

“Did he encounter a personal enemy? He’s fully committed.”

Kane’s twin swords swung wildly.

With each strike, the Third Elder received new wounds.

There was so much blood that it seemed like a bloody mist surrounded them.

Yet Kane showed no mercy.

“That man is incredible, enduring those attacks. If it were me, I’d already be on the ground.”

Mikhail, who never lost in terms of spirit, couldn’t help but shake his head as he watched Kane’s assault.

He couldn’t imagine a way to block such attacks.

If he could avoid getting hacked to pieces, it would be a miracle.

Kane’s blade was close to that of a death god’s.

If Mikhail felt this way watching from a distance, what must the Third Elder be feeling?

‘Why? Why can’t I block these attacks!’

It felt like he had parried them, yet Kane’s attacks kept piercing through his defenses.

He was sure he had blocked them at first and at intervals.

It didn’t make sense.

As time went on, he began to realize the reason he had thought he was blocking the attacks.

“Are you mocking me!”

Kane was toying with him.

It was as if he was sparring with a weaker opponent, feinting as if his attacks would be stopped by the barrier, only to unleash his true swordsmanship afterward.

“You Meyer Family members have never been backed into a corner, have you? How does it feel to taste helplessness?”

The provocation made the Third Elder explode with rage.

“Fine! I’ll show you just how terrifying the heavens can be!”

The Third Elder’s body became encased in a magic circle.

At the same time, the magical restraints on the Golden Dragon, Chrysalis, began to loosen one by one.

[Translator - Helga ]

[Proofreader - Lucky]

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