Chapter 319.2
It had all happened in a split second, but Cedric’s body was now covered in injuries. The daggers had expanded upon impact, worsening the wounds.
“Do you think the Duchy of Wallachia is a joke, you dog of Elil? I have Elil’s blood flowing through my veins, purer than any of yours.”
The royalty of Wallachia, the three ducal houses, alternated as kings, but they all shared one commonality: they drank the blood of the Dancer. The Dancer was a child of Elil, and their blood flowed through the dukes, making it no exaggeration to say they carried Elil’s lineage.
Hastel sneered, preparing a final strike to finish off Cedric.
At that moment, the eerie wail she had been ignoring in the heat of the fight grew too loud to dismiss. She looked up with a frown to see the Reaper’s giant scythe, gliding closer to the ground, its blade gleaming in the moonlight.
“What in the world…? Stop that!”
Sensing the overwhelming threat, several human hunters wove a net of blood and hurled it at the scythe. The net was as tough as steel, but the scythe sliced through both the net and the hunters with terrifying ease.
Swish! As the scythe continued its path, Hastel snapped out of her shock and clawed her palm to draw blood. Her blood was mixed with the blood of the Dancer, making it as potent as a holy relic on its own.
She swung a sword made of blood at the Reaper’s scythe.