From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Darren could feel as if he were undergoing an unprecedented trial, his soul mercilessly scorched by a blood-colored flame born from the abyss.

The “Fire Demon God” was a terrifying existence of the Apocalypse Upper Rank in the ancient times, its blood-colored raging flames unlike any fire of the mortal realm, born of the interweaving of an ancient curse and the power of the abyss, each wisp containing agony enough to shatter a soul.

Several Rhea People gazed at the blood-red flames that entwined around the giant dragon’s massive body, seeing Darren’s evil and frenzied eyes now as if stained by the blood color, revealing a both painful and resolute light.

“Good, just like that, burn him to death in one go!”

“Ao!”

The Demon Dragon’s roar shook heaven and earth, each roar as if defying fate itself, declaring war on the blood-colored flames inflicted upon it.

Although the pain deep within the soul surged like a tide, almost overwhelming Darren’s will, his eyes flashed with an even more resolute light.

Its scales trembled continuously under the searing of the fire, he clenched his teeth, allowing the blood-colored flames to continue their rampage deep in his soul, while silently absorbing the negative emotions that came with the pain.

Just then, the space around suddenly twisted.

The “Dragon Taming Lord” Aldrich Romann and “Stars Mortal” Ariel Romann, the two of them suddenly appeared simultaneously.

Following the counter-strategy long discussed, with the assistance of the Forbidden rare artifact controlled by the Cyart people, came the help from the Romann family! The situation on the battlefield changed in an instant!

“Watch out! It’s that Aldrich Romann! He never fights a battle unprepared!”

The aged noble in black cried out as everyone couldn’t help but divert part of their attention to that famous Cyart. Continue your saga on My Virtual Library Empire

Aldrich himself was already a mid-level Monarch powerful expert, his strength not the strongest among many, yet he was always able to make targeted preparations.

He slowly raised his hands, activating the Forbidden rare artifact shaped like rings, and two giant dragons also surged out from the clouds beside him.

Flamme, upon seeing this scene, nodded and said, “I see, it seems you had already known we would intercept you, but this is not beyond my expectations.”

The next moment, Darren, without saying much, had already unleashed his powerful rune power.

“Soul Command!”

Darren glared viciously at Flamme Meyer, then activated the rune power Soul Command, choosing the game that was about to commence.

He revealed a maniacal smile, directly choosing the most insane and unpredictable of the six games.

“Luck Gambling!”

A transparent dice phantom appeared in mid-air, then began to spin rapidly!

The rules were simple!

If the dice roll was an odd number, then Darren would lose in the game, and if the dice roll was an even number, then Flamme Meyer would be declared the loser.

“Luck Gambling” was just that brutally simple of a game, relying entirely on luck… yet, Darren didn’t feel he would lose at all! Or rather, he was not afraid of losing!

“Hahahahahaha!”

“Come on!”

Darren tilted his haughty head upwards, enduring the greatest agony of his life, his emotions becoming even more excited and uplifting!

“Knight King of the Meyer family, Blood Flames King of the Rhea! Let us now gamble on our fates and see who the lucky one is, and who the loser is!”

“The world is so mad and cruel, the victor may not have it all, but the loser will die with no grave to his name!”

He laughed wildly, his eyes full of reckless madness, and truly without fear of entrusting his life and win or lose to luck.

Flamme, involuntarily, looked towards the continuously spinning dice in mid-air.

The dice phantom kept spinning, as if it represented the fates of the two men furiously changing together, with no way seemingly able to stop the outcome.

Darren stretched out a gigantic claw towards the dice phantom.

“Reveal!”

The next moment, the number on the dice emerged!

Four!

“Hahahahahahahaha!”

“I win!”

Darren, covered in blood-red raging flames, laughed uproariously toward the sky, then fiercely gazed at Flamme, whose expression was grave, intending to use the power of “Soul Command” to petrify him!

However, petrification did not take effect.

On Flamme’s body, there was no sign that the power of “Soul Command” had interfered.

“What?”

Darren’s laughter came to an abrupt halt. This was a rare instance where the power of “Soul Command” had failed after so many years. Soon, he knew clearly in the depths of his heart what had happened.

“So that’s it.”

The “Blood Flames King,” Flamme Meyer, must have activated the two-digit Forbidden rare artifact, “Demon Bamboo”!

Indeed, surrounded by purple streams of air, Flamme showed no sign of petrification; instead, he gazed at Darren with an invincible stance.

But one of his right eyes had lost its light completely, a price paid for using “Demon Bamboo.” Among the two-digit forbidden rare artifacts, such a price was not considered expensive.

“Darren Fischer, let’s end our fate here!”

Enveloped by the blood-red flames and the mysterious purple streams, it was as if he fused the most ardent with the deepest power of heaven and earth.

The blood-red flames did not come from ordinary fire but from the indomitable fighting spirit deep within the knight’s heart. They danced around him, tracing scorching paths wherever they went, causing the darkness to tremble and shrink away.

And those purple streams contained an evil and mysterious power from the forbidden rare artifact. They weaved through the flames like specters, forming shields to guard the knight from all harm.

The “Blood Flames King” Flamme extended his hand and drew a longsword forged from an unknown metal out of the flames; the blade also shone with blood-red and purple light!

With a slash of his sword, accompanied by deafening roars and dazzling light, the sky seemed to ignite. Innumerable flame slashes, like a meteor shower, poured down, containing enough power to destroy towns!

“Aah!”

Darren roared in madness, spreading his gigantic wings in an attempt to block this destructive assault, but the flame slashes tore through the air like lightning piercing the night, mercilessly ripping and heavily bombarding his body.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

With each deafening roar, ghastly wounds began to appear on his skin. Those once indestructible scales finally began to lose their lustre under the scorching flames, turning charred and shattered, even being vaporized, exposing the blurry flesh beneath.

Blood spurted profusely from the wounds, staining the surrounding air red.

“Aah…”

Every struggle and counterattack by Darren seemed futile. His roars were still earth-shattering, but they were laden with undeniable pain. His massive body gradually fractured under the baptism of the blood-red flames, covered with widespread wounds, appearing as though it would collapse at any moment.

Yet even at this juncture between life and death, he never ceased to resist, his angry eyes fixed on his assailant.

Aldrich and another fought the three Rhea mid-level Monarchs, quickly gaining the upper hand. This time, Aldrich brought a different forbidden rare artifact, perfectly countering his enemies.

The “Blood Flames King” Flamme was entirely focused on combating the frenzied Demon Dragon, his eyes void of fear, only filled with unwavering conviction of victory.

Amidst the chaotic dance of life and death and the tumultuous flames, a hidden and deadly threat was creeping up on him.

The invincible time granted by the “Demon Bamboo” had finally passed.

A cold-hearted assassin, almost blended with the air, silently appeared next to him, like a specter, Noiseless.

Chris’s speed was astonishing, revealing only a pair of ruthless eyes and launching a sudden attack!

“Swoosh!”

The white bone sword in his hand cut through the air with lightning speed, aiming straight for the waist of the Blood Flame Knight King. The strike was not only swift but also precise, clearly the result of meticulous planning.

“Chris! Fischer!”

The “Blood Flames King” Flamme instantly sensed everything!

With an instinctive use of his superior reflexes and combat experience, he narrowly sidestepped to avoid the lethal blow.

However, Chris’s weapon, as if possessed by Spirituality, relentlessly pursued, ultimately leaving a shocking wound on the knight’s waist.

“Puff!”

Blood immediately soaked the “Blood Flames King’s” white Armor, but he made no cry, his gaze only firmer, fixing those fiery eyes on the ruthless assassin.

And Chris also silently stared at the man before him.

Without saying a word, his mere presence seemed like a Proclamation of the arrival of the “Death God.”