Chapter 301: [Bonus - ] 6.61 Birth Of A New Immortal
Ernoul clutched his bloody stomach, cackling and coughing at the same time. He knew it! There was no way a human could defeat him. He had no idea what kind of cursed sword the General got in his hands, but that was as far as he could go. The thick, swirling clouds around were deterring his vision but Ernoul trusted in the might of his new body. He had landed the attack squarely on Jillian, not even Gods could save his life now!
"Serves you right!" He spat toward the direction of Jillian’s body — or what was left of his body, Ernoul presumed. "Damn you and your entire pompous ancestors! What the hell is up with your sword?" He glanced down at his chest. The hole was still bleeding openly. It was different from the attack he had received from others. Not only was he unable to heal himself, there was also an uncomfortable burn spreading through his chest. It made him feel sluggish, similar to the time when he was still alive. Weak, helpless and pathetic. Ernoul hated it!
"Well, I only have to devour a few more souls." He grinned sharply. "After I have destroyed this country, I will teach the God of Plague a fucking lesson. How dare he reject my sincere plea?! I will have to let him know whom he is going against!" With a harrumph, Ernoul turned to observe the ground. Those humans looked delicious... He licked his lips. He couldn’t wait to taste them all. Maybe he should start with that useless daughter of his.
He had just taken a few steps when a voice sounded behind him. "Halt."
Ernoul swiveled around in shock. The sea of clouds gradually thinned to show Jillian — the intact, very uninjured Jillian — who had his sword pointed straight at him. "I’ve told you," he remarked softly. Wind picked up around him, fluttering his hair and for a split second, his eyes gleamed in a sharp, golden glow that was striking against the dark atmosphere. "I will only give you one chance."
Shivers ran down Ernoul’s spine. W—What was this immense pressure he was feeling?! Numbness traveled through his entire body down to his fingertips and his body was trembling ever so slightly. Damn it, damn it, damn it! What the hell was going on?! He couldn’t be afraid of this brat, could he? That was utterly ridiculous! "How are you still alive?!" He demanded incredulously.
That was also what Jillian wanted to know. He was sure that he would at least lose one limb and suffered through severe internal injuries. But then, seconds before Ernoul’s light beam could touch his body, a blinding glow enveloped him and shielded him protectively from the attack before it gradually faded away.
Jillian could still feel the residual thrum of power around him. It was a powerful, ancient spell...
A wisp of light flew close to his side and morphed into the figure of Cyrus, complete with his magnificent horns and the glimmering scales on his cheekbones. "A dragon’s blessing." He explained to clear Jillian’s confusion. "It’s a deal we have made with the God of Darkness. The dragon’s blessing will protect you from one major incident."