Chapter 1365 Farewell
Listening to the series of questions from Jonathan, Alec could only helplessly shake his head. His entire demeanor relaxed, no longer holding the seriousness it had just moments ago. “I’ve said it before. You youngsters from Chanaea are too troublesome. Although your cultivation level is merely at the level of a reptile, you’re too cunning. Michael, your plan simply won’t work.”
Michael? Jonathan looked to the side, where Michael, who should have been a corpse, was slowly sitting up from the ground.
Looking at the wound on the elixir field on his lower abdomen, Michael couldn’t help but let out a wail. “F*ck! This kid is ruthless! You aimed straight for my elixir field. You really want to kill me, don’t you?”
As he spoke, Michael casually pulled out a palm-sized spirit stone. With a squeeze of his hand, he crushed it. A drop of blue liquid, as beautiful as a gem, floated in front of Michael.
Even from a distance of thirty to forty meters, Jonathan could still sense the overwhelming life force emanating from the blue liquid.
Besides, the moment Jonathan looked at that object, he surprisingly felt as if he was being drawn into it.
If it weren’t for the life force within his body blocking that surge, he might have lost control of his Anima and driven by the desire to approach and seize that blue liquid.
At that moment, Sirius, who was standing nearby, was completely bewildered. If it weren’t for the bronze handbell’s spirit shield blocking him, he might have already run away.
Jonathan looked at the blue liquid and exclaimed in surprise, “Holy Blood!”
He had seen that thing before.
Previously, when he had just seen the Holy Blood from Ksana’s hand, he had felt something like that.
The faintly blue liquid in Ksana’s hands was nothing more than a concoction made from the Holy Blood, diluted countless times over.
The one before his eyes, whether in terms of color or that overwhelming life force, completely outclassed the Holy Blood in Ksana’s hands countless times.
“You know too much.” Michael swallowed the Holy Blood.
As Michael swallowed, faint blue luminescence seeped from his flesh, rapidly coursing toward his circulatory system along his neck.
As his heart pulsed rapidly, the blue energy was swiftly distributed throughout his body, healing all of Michael’s injuries.
Even the bloody hole above the energy field in the elixir field was rapidly healing under the influence of that blue force.
“Ah!” Michael roared toward the sky.
It seemed as if the spiritual energy of the entire universe was being drawn by something, and it was rapidly flowing into Michael’s body. “This is the feeling I want! It’s so awesome!”
There and then, Michael didn’t look old at all.
Under the dual influence of Holy Blood and spiritual energy, the slightly plump figure was rapidly diminishing, replaced by strikingly impressive muscles.
The head of white hair began to rapidly fall out under the effect of the medicine. In just a few moments, Michael’s appearance had drastically changed.
From an old man with white hair and a plump figure, he transformed into a robust, bald man without a single hair on his head.
“Kid, you’re absolutely right. We, the thirteen respectable families, are certainly not as united,” Michael excitedly said to Sirius. “Even if the entire world is under the Enlighteners’ control, resources aren’t like slices of pizza. How could they possibly be distributed evenly? Why is it that the Rothschild family can stay in Western Epea, while we, the Collins family, are stuck in the chaotic and impoverished Remdik? This is simply unfair! Our family has endured for far too long, and with this great purge, it’s about time the world order shifted a bit! There are thirteen families. Don’t you think that’s too many? Isn’t that right, Alec?!”
At that point, Michael had completely lost his mind. His entire demeanor was unnaturally excited. Even his speech was laced with a strange laughter.
Alec looked at Michael, a flicker of disgust flashing in his eyes. “Michael, you should reduce your intake of the Holy Blood. You don’t possess the emperor’s bloodline. If you continue like this, you’re courting death! If I were you, I would now get rid of some of the power of the Holy Blood!”
There was no way Michael would listen to those words.
In response to Alec’s warning, not only did Michael ignore it, but he also gathered his spiritual energy and threw a punch into the void beside him.
Bang!
Michael was already extremely proficient in the use of spiritual energy. After consuming the concentrated Holy Blood, he had elevated his spiritual energy to the highest level.
As the punch was thrown, the peak of the fist was so saturated with spiritual energy that it directly caused an explosion.
And dozens of meters away, the small hill where Alec had been sitting was decapitated by the explosion.
“W-What…” Sirius watched the mountain peak disappear under the spiritual pressure, his eyes filled with fear.
At that moment, even the joy of having deduced the truth behind Alec’s scheme had completely vanished.
Alec frowned at Michael, subtly shifting a few steps to the side.
Right then, Alec finally revealed his true intentions by saying, “Jonathan, to tell you the truth, Sanctuary has already formed an alliance with the Collins family. After the initiation of this global purge, we will join forces with several other families to wage an all-out war. However, our strength alone is not enough to start a new world. We need the key that you hold.”
Jonathan positioned the coffin behind him, slowly retreating with Sirius. “Alec, I’m curious. You guys are so powerful. Even if I were ten times stronger, I still wouldn’t stand a chance against you. Why don’t you just take it by force? Why put on such an elaborate charade of self-sacrifice?”
Upon hearing that, Alec could only shake his head helplessly. “Jonathan, you underestimate yourself too much.”
As he spoke, Alec reached toward the pocket at his waist.
While it might appear to be an ordinary clothing pocket, it was, in fact, a top-grade spirit animal pouch, an extremely rare magical item capable of carrying living creatures.
With his summoning, a cultivator, already beaten beyond recognition and draped in a robe, was thrown out.
Although the bronze handbell was in the way, Jonathan still could not use his spiritual sense to assess the cultivator’s injuries.
Nevertheless, just by looking with the naked eye, one could tell that the cultivator was already crippled.
The cultivator fell to the ground, his arms and legs completely contorted.
His eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by two bloody cavities, and the skin on his face, along with his teeth, had likely been completely stripped away.
Such interrogation methods were uncompromising and ruthless.
“This person seems to be a cultivator from the Seboxiasm!” Sirius said in a somewhat serious tone.
Right away, Jonathan had already discerned the identity of the cultivator.
That person was none other than the leader of the Seboxiasm, whom he had encountered half a year ago when he went to the West Region to find medicine for Dorian.
Indeed, it was Damoyed.