As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

At the same time, Roy had a terrible guess in his mind.

The demigod died, but his soul survived for several epochs.

And can it be that easy for an evil god who almost destroyed the world and was powerful enough to kill many demigods to die?

Especially because of the filthy power, the corruption and madness, and the loss of rationality, it is difficult for Roy not to think of some old enemies.

Secondly, there is another flaw.

This history seems to have forgotten a very important person!

The Holy Light Goddess? A goddess that big? According to the Church, she was also an ancient deity that had existed since the First Age, the true protector of mankind.

But why doesn't this guy have any role at all?

Either the murals are not comprehensive enough, or there is something wrong with the church!

Theoretically, Roy believed the murals more. But the power of Holy Light was genuine. Furthermore, in the original work, when Alice became a saint, she clearly demonstrated a miracle.

The dean and the phoenix, the life and death of the heretic evil god, and the unmentioned Holy Light Goddess.

Too many unanswered questions caused Roy's CPU to overheat.

However, after passing through the corridor carved with murals and reaching the deepest part of the ruins, Roy immediately suppressed these thoughts.

I am not a historian.

No matter what, the most urgent task is to obtain the certificate of kingship.

In the suddenly clear view, in an open-air altar, the morning light shines and the flames are brilliant.

A golden flame burned fiercely, emitting a warm and wonderful rhythm.

[Warning! Ancient Demigod Medium Detected!]

Chapter 65 Smooth?

In fact, even without the panel reminder, Roy could clearly feel the restlessness of the [Pseudo-King's] bloodline. His soul was attracted by that powerful force and instinctively wanted to get closer.

But Jon Snow, Cheese, and Whitey couldn't keep up with him.

"Teacher Jon Snow? What are you doing..."

Roy then realized that both [Cheese] and [Xiaobai] were a little dizzy. The former kept banging his head against the wall, while the latter had a stern expression with a necklace of saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth. Neither of them paid any attention to him.

Jon Snow was in a slightly better condition, but he was also holding his head, as if he was trying hard to fight against something, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Can't you... feel it?"

"Feeling?" Roy was a little confused.

"Yeah, there's a very powerful force... I don't have any ill intentions, but I feel like my brain is being burned by overheating..."

Jon Snow's expression became increasingly dazed, and he had to hold onto the wall for support.

The dean said that there was no need to worry about traps in the Phoenix ruins, but seeing their appearance, it was hard for Roy not to be alert.

But the proof of the king is right in front of me, and I have no choice.

"Teacher Snow, I'll be right back."

"Be careful." Jon Snow warned in a serious tone.

Roy nodded and then stepped into the altar under the sun.

As he got closer to the golden flames, Roy finally understood what Jon Snow had described. His mind felt slightly hot, as if it was about to be burned.

Under the [Blessing of the Sea Emperor], I, who have mermaid blood, have some resistance to fire.

But this burning pain deep in the brain cannot be achieved by any fire.

It was not fire, nor was it any other supernatural element that Luo was familiar with.

The closer I got to the altar, the stronger the burning pain in my head became, like a flame burning brighter and brighter.

At first, Roy could still bear it, but in the end, his face was distorted by the pain deep in his brain, and the blood of the [Pseudo-King] was also out of control. Sometimes dragon scales appeared on his body surface, and sometimes blood oozed out.

Looking at the young man who seemed to be staggering but still moving forward firmly, Jon Snow opened his lips slightly, but bit his teeth lightly, resisting the urge to call the boy.

Having reached Sequence 5, Jon Snow couldn't have been unaware that the path to transcendence is always accompanied by suffering beyond that of mortals. To advance, one must endure and overcome.

The more powerful the bloodline, the more this is true. This is especially true for the blood of the false king, feared by cultists.

He has to take this step himself, no one can help him.

When he arrived at the altar, Roy's expression was ferocious, blood oozing from the corners of his eyes, and twisted dragon scales emerged and shattered. But the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Before this, no King's Certificate had ever brought such a huge impact.

The King's Certificate before him was probably the one that retained the most demigod power.

Since I have to bear the remnant soul of an ancient demigod, what is this price?!

Roy endured the burning pain that almost tore his soul apart and reached out to grab the golden flame.

The next second, the golden flames burst into brilliant light, accompanied by an illusory and melodious cry, and merged with him.

[Warning! The Ancient Demigod Medium has been integrated into your body! You can choose to activate it at any time by consuming Fate Reversal Points!]

After doing all this, Roy didn't have time to be happy before he was engulfed by a wave of fatigue and collapsed with exhaustion.

Before his consciousness faded, he heard a panicked cry from behind him that didn't seem like Jon Snow's.

When he opened his eyes again, Roy found himself lying on the girl's lap, enjoying the caress of her fair little hands.

Seeing him wake up, Jon Snow couldn't help but sigh: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay, Mr. Snow, thank you for taking care of me."

"Just kidding. It's nothing."

Roy twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that it was too lame to trouble the teacher to use his knees as a pillow just because he fainted.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"Not long."

Roy caught a glimpse of Cheese and Xiaobai taking a nap nearby, and he knew that they were not telling the truth.

The ice-blue eyes were filled with a hint of concern and love, giving the silver-haired girl a touch of maternal love that was rare in her usual life.

Being stared at by the girl like this made him feel inexplicably embarrassed.

“Well, I’ve actually recovered.”

Roy was about to stand up, but the girl pressed his forehead and pushed him back.

"No rush. It's okay to rest a little longer."

"The power just now was most likely affecting the soul of the extraordinary person. Damage to the soul is no small matter and should not be taken lightly."

Roy didn't know how to refute, so he could only continue to enjoy the lap pillow and caress.

There was a cool breeze like snow on my forehead, and the touch behind my head was delicate and warm.

Although I have some doubts as to whether the damage to the soul can be restored by rest.

But even if it was just a psychological effect, the burning pain deep in my head did ease a little.

Roy didn't get up until he was so relaxed that he almost fell asleep, so as not to cause more trouble. However, the silver-haired girl looked regretful, which was another matter.

The group set out on their return journey.

To be honest, putting aside the last little episode, the process of obtaining the King's Certificate was much smoother than Roy had imagined.

Apart from the time when the Dragon's Reverse Scale was given to me directly by Charlie, this was probably the easiest time, right?

With a relaxed mood, Roy couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Passing through the long ruins tunnel, a ray of light appeared faintly in the distance.

Just as Roy was about to step out of the ruins, the girl next to him suddenly reached out to stop him.

Jon Snow's eyes were slightly cold as he stared into the distance with a solemn expression.

"Teacher Snow?"

"There are enemies."

Roy's expression changed, but he saw [Cheese] and [Xiaobai] also looked up, bent their waists, and took a vigilant posture.

Before he could ask, his blood began to stir, causing a sharp pain in Roy's chest, accompanied by an unpleasant, indescribable discomfort.

It was a feeling he was all too familiar with.

Only cultists have malicious intent.

The emerald green scenery in the distance was distorted by the high temperature.

The next moment, Jon Snow's pupils shrank and he stood in front of the boy.

The flames exploded, and the violent air waves instantly razed the entrance to the ruins to the ground.

The terrifying blow shook the earth and caused countless birds and beasts to flee in panic.

A monk with the mark of fire stepped out of the jungle, leaving a mark on the earth with every step he took. As he reached out, he saw followers with similarly charred skin, wielding flaming scimitars.

He looked at the entrance to the ruins, clasped his hands together, and said with pity: "How pathetic."

"Mortals are destined to reach paradise. Why are you two resisting stubbornly and prolonging your earthly suffering?"

The snowy wind howled, sweeping away the smoke, dust and ashes.

The monk frowned slightly, but the black-haired boy and the golden-winged griffin were no longer visible.

Under the drifting snowflakes, the silver-haired girl was spotless, unharmed, expressionless, and not at all moved by the other party's breath. She followed a snow-like silver wolf, wrapped in a terrifying cold wind, slowly approaching and casting a bone-chilling glance.

"It is you who dares to attack my apprentice. You will face suffering."

Chapter 66 You'd better pray that he is okay

Feeling Jon Snow's terrifying breath like a blizzard, the high priest [Scorching Heart] rarely showed a look of surprise on his face.

"They sensed my attack in advance and immediately created such a loud noise as a distraction, creating an opportunity for the Fake King's Blood to escape."

"Experienced, calm and decisive, the Ice Rose lives up to its reputation."

"But that's why I don't understand."

[Burning Heart] put her palms together, seemingly humble, but the believers around her were waving sharp blades and surrounding the girl.

"[Eyes of Burning Flame] seeks only the false king's blood and has no intention of antagonizing the Empire or the Magician Society."

"If Miss Andrews has no intention of enjoying herself, you'd better stop now."

The girl exhaled lightly, her brows still as cold as frost: "You talk too much nonsense."

How can the unscrupulous cultists understand the bond between master and disciple?

The next moment, the cold wave arrived.

The core ability of the golden-level bloodline [Ice Soul] is [Absolute Zero].

At Sequence 5, it is enough to plunge the earth into winter in an instant.

The ground was frozen, the flowers and grass were frosted, cold clouds surged across the sky, and even the birds flying high in the sky were instantly frozen and fell to the ground.

Wherever frost and snow pass, the whole place is covered with ice and cold.

However, the scarlet flames and the flowing magma intertwined to form huge bloody ribs, blocking out the icy cold that froze everything.

Burning Heart remained calm and continued, "Perhaps you wish to buy time, allowing the False King's Blood to take advantage of this opportunity and seek refuge at the border outpost on a Golden-winged Griffin."

"But unfortunately, we have already made a backup plan to block his path! Whether you stop or not, the Blood of the False King will surely die!"

After she finished speaking, the silver-haired girl's expression, which seemed to be carved out of ice and snow, finally showed a trace of hesitation.

What's the point of fighting when the outcome is already determined? Even if Jon Snow is stubborn, he should recognize this truth.

[Burning Heart] was about to raise the corners of his lips, but his expression froze immediately.

Because the silver-haired girl did not retreat as expected.

On the contrary, a terrifying aura suddenly rose, and his ice-blue eyes flashed with cold light, full of murderous intent.