One more catty, one more attribute point

She glanced back with the corner of her eye.

Indra's face carried a hint of apology, but his palm was already stained crimson with fresh blood.

Bang!

Henos didn't even have time to feel puzzled.

The very next moment, an overwhelming force spread out from Tajadon.

The latter's momentum came to a sharp stop, knees buckling to the ground, and the floor, already turned to glass by fierce flames, was forcibly blown apart, creating two pits, and a crisp crack sounded from the girl's kneecaps. Henos struggled to lift her head, meeting Tajadon's face, which wore a faint smile. Two veteran warriors swung their greatswords skillfully, flourishing them in the air.

One plunged the blade into the girl's heart, the broad bronze sword blade nearly bisecting Henos at her waist.

The other warrior beheaded the girl, blood spraying from the severed chest cavity, some of it splattering on Tajadon's face.

He extended his tongue and licked it.

With the iron tang of blood sweet and thick, it unfurled on his lips and tongue.

Like savoring a rich wine, Tajadon's face showed an expression of relish.

"Well done," he said to Indra, who was approaching.

Indra's gaze fell on Henos, his face a mix of confusion and soon, a sense of unburdened relief. He had once envied his sister for stealing the favor that should have been his, but from now on there would be no more; no matter how outstanding a creature was, everything ended with death.

The once angel was now merely three sections of severed flesh.

Indra carefully stepped over Henos's pool of blood, as if it were a puddle of mud mixed with animal feces.

"Don't forget what you promised me," Indra said, looking up into Tajadon's eyes.

Wrinkles formed at the corners of Tajadon's eyes as he smiled, "Of course, I always keep my promises, we are accomplishing a great feat. Once this is done, the glory due to you will be yours to the last detail."

He reached out and patted Indra's shoulder.

Then he reached forward, and they grasped hands tightly, their palms filled with the sticky blood of Henos.

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West Continent, Holy Mountain.

The Great Clan Chief stood in the empty garden, holding a cane.

Through the open gates, one could see the sky was a bloody red, as huge meteors with long tails of fire fell from the sky. The continuous tremors were transmitted from afar, the ground undulated slightly, the air was filled with an inescapable smell of gunpowder, and the faint sound of screaming hovered at the edge of hearing.

The Great Clan Chief sighed softly, tapping his cane on the light brown stone tiles beside the garden, while two fully armed guards knelt before him.

Trembling uncontrollably, like children who had made mistakes, their broad frames shook.

The Chief's pupils were deeply sunken, his face carrying an unprecedented weariness. He had always been an unforgiving fighter, and now it seemed he was finally beaten.

"Where is Henos?" After a moment of silence, the Great Clan Chief repeated his question, "Where is my daughter?"

The guard's voice trembled with a sob, "I... we don't know, we just saw the princess reading in the garden, but in the blink of an eye, she vanished into thin air. Great Clan Chief, forgive us, we really don't know what happened."

"Is that so?"

The Great Clan Chief nodded slightly, "To leave undetected, she must have wanted it that way herself."

"Since that is the case, it's not your fault." The Great Clan Chief waved his hand lightly.

A look of immense relief washed over the guards' faces, "Thank you, Great Elder!"

They begged for forgiveness.

While slowly standing up from the ground, they bowed and retreated.

Not long after the two guards left, a Descender with lush green hair, Wendao, rushed in from the outside corridor.

"Great Clan Chief!" He said urgently, "We've just received a message from the Dark Army, they wish to invite you for a meeting."

"And what else?"

After a moment of hesitation, Wendao continued, "They also said, Henos's sister is in their hands, and they hope you will seriously consider their request."

"How could that be possible; they must be deceiving you."

As one of the few most trusted offspring, Wendao was aware of the special nature of Henos's constitution.

Even disregarding the traits of a Soulless, Henos's strength is undoubtedly the strongest among the Second Generation Descenders.

It was not surprising for Wendao to make such a judgment.

However, the Great Elder knew the matter was not so simple. Tajadon was a dangerous character, but he always kept his promises, which is why he could still gather such a powerful force after the Federation's demise. Since he said so, there must be some certainty in his claim. Besides, the Great Clan Chief could not think of any other possibility.

He nodded slightly, "I understand."

Wendao seemed to sense something from the Great Clan Chief's words, his face showing disbelief, "Great Clan Chief, you can't really be considering going there. You absolutely must not do this; it's clearly a trap. Tajadon, that monster, is too dangerous. We should take the opportunity to leave this planet while we can, there might still be a chance to survive."

The Great Clan Chief looked at him calmly. Although his body was old and stooped, his face etched with exhaustion, his eyes still retained a mountainous authority.

Wendao's head, which has been held up proudly, gradually lowered as if his throat had been grasped.

"Henos is not just an offspring I created; she also represents hope. If she is not here, even if we return to our home planet, it would be meaningless."

"You should understand this," the Great Clan Chief said calmly.

"Yes..."

Wendao's voice seemed squeezed from his throat.

"Go, prepare for battle." The Great Clan Chief waved his hand, watching Wendao leave.

Afterward, his figure faded like a phantom, and when he reappeared, the Great Clan Chief had already traversed mountains and rivers, arriving at a monastery fortress that had been captured. Although it was an area of defeat, the towering walls bore no traces of war. Clearly, after the arrival of the Dark Army's forces, the warriors of the fortress had given up resistance.

Or even worse.

Before the real war began, these people had already colluded with the Dark Army.

Although such occurrences did not surprise the Great Clan Chief, the stark reality still filled his heart with bitterness.

The Great Clan Chief straightened his collar, then emotionlessly walked deeper into the monastery.

A few war veterans were waiting in front of the deep hall of the monastery.

Each of these veterans was unruly and carried a natural ferocity, but they were very cautious in front of the Great Clan Chief. The higher one's spiritual power and the more battles they had experienced, the more acutely they could sense the endless power within the Great Clan Chief's aged body, like a blazing star.

"The Great Commander is inside, holding a banquet in waiting, please," said the warrior donning the crown of slaughter, walking forward as the large doors slowly opened behind him.

The Great Clan Chief took a deep breath.

Then, without any hesitation, he stepped into the hall in front of him.

Ice-cold darkness enveloped his figure as if it were tangible.

Thump, thump, thump!

With a series of muffled sounds echoing.

A burst of flames exploded on the pillars on either side, thick as an adult's arm, the candles were lit, and the flickering light dispelled the darkness. At the end of the long table sat a Samurai in casual attire, and on the long table in front of the Samurai were neatly decorated dishes, faintly emitting a familiar exotic fragrance.