Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 344 Last Words
"His own ability." Maliks relaxed his body, leaned against the altar at the end of the temple, and chuckled, "You mean, Lucia took back the Death Rune from the Queen of Death and used it to fight against the evil god who destroyed the Golden Order. It doesn't count as his own ability, right?"

The man in black frowned. These words were obviously on Lucia's side, and even fundamentally denied the claim that Lucia colluded with Carter Pella to betray the Supreme Will, but he couldn't find any rebuttal for a moment.

After all, the second-in-command of the secret envoy in Selia was killed by Carter Pella early in the morning, and he didn't even have time to send out a message before his death.

And later, the meeting between Caterpella and Lucia took place entirely in the space-time rift that she had created. If Lucia had not taken out the Black Flame of Death in public when fighting against Cygnus, Alpha might still be confused until now.

It is now an open fact that Lucia owns a portion of the Death Rune, and the source of this Death Rune is also clear - but whether he obtained it by colluding with Caterpella in a trade, or whether he snatched it from Caterpella through a battle of wits and courage, is a matter of debate.

After all, the one who holds this rune of death is the quasi-king of Fam Azra, a god appointed by the Supreme Will, and the one he is fighting against is the universally recognized evil god Esti. No matter how shady the nature of this war is in secret, at least under the light of the golden tree, there must not be any form of conspiracy and calculation.

As long as Malicus insisted that "the great god-man Lucia Sanx defeated the Queen of Death Caterpella with extraordinary wisdom and courage, took back the Death Rune that had been lost for a hundred years, and used it as a weapon to bravely fight against the evil god and maintain order and peace under the rule of the Supreme Will", even if the two-fingered Alpha, who represented the will of order, personally came to the Beast Temple, he would not be able to find the slightest fault.

"Lord Malicus--" The man in black robe closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, a strange golden light shone in the depths of his pupils.

"You know the truth better than anyone else. Knowing that I came here on the orders of Lord Alpha, do you still want to play these meaningless word games?"

Malicus leaned forward slightly, as if to see the golden light gradually emanating from the black-robed man. After a while, he said with a sigh, "I have heard that Lord Alpha has been working hard to extract the destructive power that He cannot control for many years. Now it seems that there are some results."

The black-robed man sneered and said, "I am not talented. In my early years, I could only be listed among the six first-level leaders of the secret envoys with my own strength. Now, I am trusted by Lord Alpha and temporarily ranked as the third order envoy."

"You are a senior who has made great contributions to the cause of unification. I respect you very much. I respect you for your unparalleled achievements in following Majesty Marica in the battles for the four directions. However, times have changed. You should also understand that the era of the war of gods is over."

"Now, the new fundamentalist churches are all over the dynasty, there are less than a hundred Marica churches, and there is only one Beast Temple left. You were once as wise as Prime Minister Serloshu, so you naturally understand the consequences of going against the trend."

"Oh," Malicus smiled gently, seemingly not caring about the change in momentum between the two. Instead, he said with some approval, "At least the envoy is right about one thing. My era has long passed, but it ended much earlier than you thought."

He lowered his head and stared deeply at the white cloth that wrapped his whole body - if he pieced together all the broken corners with his eyes, he would find that it was a silk priest robe that was so worn that it was in a tattered state.

It does not belong to the "Black Sword" Malicus, but only to the High Priest of Beasts, Gulang.

"So, what else does the Lord God's Envoy want to say in the end?"

The black-robed man was stunned for a moment, and said in an unquestionable voice: "Lord Alpha, please go to the battlefield of Galid immediately, strip Her Highness Lucia Sanx of her destined death, and then return to the Beast Temple to wait. After the war is over, the Secret Court will fairly judge the right and wrong of this incident and give Her Highness Lucia Sanx a fair verdict."

Maliks narrowed his eyes. "That's all?" The man in black robe looked at him strangely and nodded. "That's all."

"How strange—" Malicus stretched out a claw and tapped his temple gently, "I vaguely remember that most of the enemies who died in my hands would mutter a few words about their relatives and lovers before they died, because that was the most precious thing in their hearts. It's the first time I've seen a God's messenger still talking nonsense in his sleep before dying. Maybe you are too loyal to Him?"

The black-robed man's face suddenly changed color, and a dazzling and magnificent golden light beam shot up into the sky from his body!

But in the next moment, he saw with horror that it was dark.

The glorious and prosperous realm of divine power was instantly swallowed up by a thick darkness. In the endless eternal night, a pair of blood-red eyes broke through the gloomy sky, looking down at the world with indifference.

Darren Zhusel, the first-level leader of the secret envoys and the third seat of the Order God Envoy, decided to give up the fight and turn around to escape in just one second. As long as he could leave here alive, leave the scope of this domain, and return to the watchful eyes of the Supreme Will, he would never dare to -

My thoughts seemed to suddenly stop, fear and anger quickly faded away like mist blown away by the morning breeze, and my mission and faith became blurred.
The last scene reflected in Darren Jussel's eyes was his own burning body, which was split in two by a smooth sword mark. The black flames and the blazing red light intertwined and floated towards the sky.

Behind the fireworks, stood a lone wolf as dark as the night.

Malicus turned his palm, and a rough giant sword that seemed to be made of obsidian quickly shrank and disappeared, and finally turned into an inverted black flame sword and sank into his claws.

He looked at the waning ashes of the Messenger of Order, then raised his head to look at the tightly closed palace door. He was stunned for a long time and sighed softly.

"Hey, did I forget to ask his name just now--" Malicus scratched his head, "Forget it, it's not important."

Thousands of miles away, Queen Malika, who was sitting quietly on the couch, suddenly opened her star-like eyes. Her flawless face froze for a moment, and she revealed a relieved smile.

On the battlefield, Lucia transformed into a giant dragon, holding the hunting god's greatsword that stretched to a hundred meters, and collided head-on with Esti's thin wings that cut through the space. A violent air wave spread out, flattening several mountains within a radius of several kilometers.

Suddenly, almost at the limit of his vision, an iron-gray dragon shadow swept into the sky, and in the next instant it swooped down like a meteor, throwing a giant star beast to the earth. As its wings flapped, it shot out a steel storm, crushing the beast into powder with a roar as it hit the ground.

Lucia narrowed her eyes and estimated the direction, then shouted: "Latan, help me hold him back!"

(End of this chapter)