ocean-life Chapter 185
Chapter 185
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Chapter 185
Isaac recoiled in shock.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t considered the idea of marrying someone from Rehinar family.
But it was the worst possible move.
Bringing it up could lead to disaster.
Kane adored his younger siblings.
He would never consider sending them to the palace, rife with constant scheming.
So, Isaac dismissed the thought.
Instead, he settled for marrying Charlotte to Kane.
“Stop spouting nonsense and go fight!”
Richard led the Imperial Guards into the battlefield.
Although Kesh Meyer had fled, the enemy’s momentum hadn’t faltered in the slightest.
Such is the nature of the undead.
When a commander or leader is defeated, morale usually collapses.
But the undead showed no signs of weakening.
In fact, their ferocity intensified.
“Graaaahhh!”
Skeleton soldiers hurled themselves into the fray, disregarding their own lives.
The empire’s army engaged them in fierce combat.
Crash!
Thud!
A brutal struggle ensued.
A merciless cycle of killing and dying repeated itself.
“First Division, form the magic circle!”
“Second Division, ready the spears!”
The Imperial Guards, along with knights and mages from the central nobility, reinvigorated the battlefield.
The undead began to fall one by one.
Likely due to being summoned by Kesh Meyer elsewhere.
Meanwhile...
Kane had caught up with Kesh Meyer.
“You leech!”
Kesh Meyer fired a burst of divine energy.
But Kane dodged it effortlessly.
“Ugh!”
Kesh Meyer grew desperate.
Nothing worked against Kane.
Thud!
In the end, Kane's sword struck Kesh Meyer’s back.
“Urgh.”
Kesh Meyer collapsed to the ground.
Ten years had passed since his death.
He had sworn revenge on Kane, yet now found himself fleeing.
“Why... why do you always stand in my way?”
Kesh Meyer roared in rage, his eyes ablaze.
“You’re the one blocking my path, so I’m simply removing the obstacle.”
Kane pulled his blades from Kesh Meyer’s back.
Squelch!
Kesh Meyer’s eyes widened.
The blade had been swung multiple times in one fluid motion.
Thud.
Kesh Meyer dropped to his knees.
"Any last words?"
"Even if... you kill me, I will rise again."
"That won’t happen. I plan to destroy even your soul this time."
Kane's Bloodsky blades vanished.
The space grew eerily silent.
A blinding light enveloped the surroundings, only to dissipate moments later, restoring everything to normal.
Fwoosh...
Kesh Meyer crumbled to dust, just like before.
Despite being resurrected after ten years, he once again fell to Kane.
From the scattered dust, a transparent wisp began to drift toward the sky.
Slash.
Kane's sword struck the ethereal mist.
Aaaaargh!
A shriek echoed—a final cry from Kesh Meyer.
"If the trial of the Room of Past hasn’t ended yer, it seems I’ll need to take care of the rest of them too."
Kane turned and charged toward the undead army.
With Bloodsky blades in hand, he cut through the battlefield.
Each swing of his blade killed hundreds.
The undead crumbled helplessly under Kane's onslaught.
The central nobles, witnessing Kane’s power after so long, felt chills run down their spines.
"I had forgotten."
"Forgotten what?"
‘Irel Rehinar, Charlotte’s grandson. At the age of 15, he bears Blood Bond (third form of Blood mana)’
All those with grievances seemed to side with Irel Rehinar.
However, he faced strong opposition because he wasn’t the legitimate heir of the family.
In Rehinar, the strength of the first bloodline reigns supreme.
This had always been an immutable truth.
With the full power of the family comes the duty to protect it from external threats.
Yet the so-called legitimate heir of the family, a boy named Vlad Rehinar, bore only the first form of Blood Rune at the age of 20.
“Come to think of it, where is Blata?”
“It’s been a long time since he vanished. We assumed there was a reason for his silence all this while.”
“Find Blata. The one who wins his loyalty will lead the family.”
One of the retainers, clearly displeased, shot to his feet.
“What nonsense is this? My lord must have lost his mind in his old age!”
“You insolent whelp! Watch your tongue! Do you even know where you stand to utter such drivel?”
The factions clashed.
Voices grew louder.
Accusations and shouting ricocheted around the hall.
This is a complete mess.
Desdemona remained silent, her strength allowing her to stay out of the bickering.
“Why aren’t you stepping in to stop this fight?”
“My only concern is you.”
“They’re fighting because you refuse to mediate.”
“When you die, I’ll die too. I can’t keep helping our children forever. If they can’t protect themselves, they have no right to bear the Rehinar name.”
Her words were cold but true.
Their bond was sealed by contract.
Although she was a vampire, she served him as her master.
While the bond allowed them to share power, it had one critical flaw: if the master died, the contractor would also die shortly after.
This was the Vampire's Oath.
A romantic yet cruel pact.
But she was entirely satisfied with it.
Had Kane not saved her, she would have spent eternity in the shadows, doomed to die there.
“Haaa... even speaking is exhausting.”
“Lie down. It’s only going to get noisier.”
“That’s not an option.”
This was the Room of Death.
It was a trial for him.
If he solved this problem, would the trial truly end?
It could be a trial different from what he had expected, so it was better to finish it quickly.
I never gave Blood Sky Blades to anyone. But then again, it’s a weapon made of my own blood, so it would be difficult to pass it on before I die. But do I even have the strength left to pull out Blood Sky?
Unlike before, worry came first.
Was his mind weakening because his body had weakened?
Before taking action, he was filled with concern.
He tried to channel the blood mana.
There was almost no mana left.
It was serious.
After all, he was 90 years old now.
Emperor Isaac had already passed away.
He had lived a long life.
‘But still, I was once the strongest in the continent. Even if I have no mana, can’t I still use the mana of nature?’
He recalled memories from the past.
The feeling when he used his crest in the Room of Present.
Even without mana, he had defeated monsters by drawing on the surrounding forces.
If there was no mana in his body, he could use the energy around him.
His malfunctioning mana heart began to beat faster.
His once-dead eyes began to stir.
Flash!
Kane’s eyes glowed red.
“Everyone is so loud.”
The house shook.
A rumbling sound came from the earth itself.
It felt as if an earthquake had struck.
Marble shattered and rose into the air.
Desdemona, who was beside him, widened her eyes.
A person with no mana, on the verge of death, was now using mana.
“H-Husband!?”
At her astonishment, the once-bustling House of Lords fell silent.
No one could grasp the situation.
They were simply taken aback by Desdemona's reaction.
"Was it you, the one who dared to speak against my words?"
Kane turned his head and glared at the middle-aged man who had voiced his complaints.
The man, trying to conceal his panic, confidently spoke up.
"The Rehinars have a tradition of making the strongest bloodline the head of the family. But to elevate Vlad Rehinar, who has no talent, to the position of head—it's unthinkable."
"Isn't that boy the heir to Rehinar?"
"If he’s the heir, he should be strong, shouldn’t he? Yet, Vlad is the weakest among the bloodline. No, he's a Dullard."
"A Dullard... It's been a while since I heard that term."
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