Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

"Violet, you've lost!"

Just as Rashal was making his final resistance.

The gradually dimming light inside the Divine Descendant Hall suddenly changed, becoming brighter.

An indigo figure appeared at the entrance of the hall.

He pushed the door open in amazement, letting light spill in as he witnessed the battle inside the hall.

Rashal's laughter abruptly stopped upon seeing this figure.

The newcomer donned a cloak of blue and white interwoven like wings, draped over his knightly attire, emitting a soft blue and white light, as if it was a fragment torn from the clouds above.

He seemed as if he had accidentally wandered into this battlefield.

"Violet, what's going on?"

Hesintos looked at Violet, who was suppressing Rashal, inside the Divine Descendant Hall with a face full of astonishment.

"Hesintos, come help me!"

Violet called out joyfully upon seeing the newcomer.

Originally, it would have taken her a bit more time to suppress Rashal, and today's sunset was unusually fast. Now, with Hesintos here to help seal Rashal, they could complete the seal quite soon.

"But you, why are you here?"

Violet was feeling she was almost unable to restrain Rashal, who was regaining power.

The night was strangely dark, but fortunately, at this most critical moment, her strongest companion Hesintos arrived.

"I got worried when I saw you suddenly vanish, then, after consulting with Emperor Saint Baldo and the other War Gods, I hurried here preemptively in violation of orders."

Hesintos vigilantly turned to Rashal, explaining to Violet.

Earlier at the clock's five bell toll, their God of War and Sword's protection ended; Violet resumed her actions and hastily abandoned her post, leaving everyone puzzled about the situation.

The other War Gods now have the task of protecting Emperor Saint Baldo and cannot leave the Cret Memorial Square recklessly anymore.

Moreover, after a while, several of them seemed to awaken as if from a dream, all in a state of muddled memories.

"No, Goddess of Destiny, this is unfair, why do you want to manipulate my destiny!"

Rashal roared furiously within the temple.

Just when he glimpsed a bit of hope, it was ruthlessly extinguished.

Hesintos was not only the most extreme specialized powerhouse but also a virtually universal one, for he had no weaknesses.

Besides having reached the ultimate slash, Hesintos, recognized as the strongest throughout the South Continent, had unparalleled swordsmanship talent as well as special spell talent, although he hadn't spent much time mastering all types of spells but rather specialized in various counter-spells.

At this moment, Rashal was completely unmatched by Hesintos.

"Don't blame everything on divine beings; do you never reflect upon your sins when facing punishment?"

Violet, full of confidence and undaunted by the darkness, maintained Rashal's seal.

"I wondered what was going on, thankfully I came to see."

Hesintos spoke, raising his gaze towards Rashal locked in ice at the other side of the temple, eyes gleaming with fighting spirit.

He trusted Violet unconditionally, identifying Rashal as the enemy.

Rashal hurriedly struggled against the seal, attempting to use Spiritual Magic to control Hesintos' mind for one final counterattack.

"Hesintos, recall your painful childhood, let me help you heal those inner wounds, and once more, submit to me!"

His eyes suddenly glowed a fierce red, with invisible magic power threads flying out from all parts of his body, weaving into a single line mid-air, entering Hesintos.

Hesintos paused his steps, the Divine Descendant Hall quieted for a moment.

"How do you know about my past...?"

Hesintos looked at Rashal, confusedly touching his head and asked.

"No, that's impossible..."

What Rashal couldn't have anticipated was that his Spiritual Magic was like a stone sinking into the sea, without stirring any ripple.

Hesintos' eyes remained clear, unaffected in the slightest.

"Stop dreaming, in the Moon God's Pure Land, your Mind Control Magic has already failed."

Violet, with a disdainful tone, imposed more frost sealing on Rashal.

Indeed, initially her best friend Hesintos had once been controlled by Rashar, the Third Ancestor.

Rashal fantasized about using Hesintos' power for a counterattack.

But now, that control has been lifted.

Upon hearing this, Rashal's expression turned pale.

In this Moon God's Pure Land, his Blood Control Heart could not take effect; it would dissolve on contact with Hesintos.

This seemed like a dead end.

"Damn Wolf Clan, damn Wolf Witch, aargh!"

Seeing Hesintos' unwavering resolve, Rashal's final hope was shattered.

Even at full strength, a direct battle might not guarantee a victory against Hesintos, this human monster.

Now badly injured, even if he endured till nightfall, he might not withstand Violet and Hesintos's combination!

Moreover, other War Gods, blocked from Blood Control Heart, will soon return to this Divine Descendant Hall, isolated from Spiritual Magic by the Moon God's Pure Land, unable to be controlled by him.

"I am unwilling, I am unwilling!"

He screamed frantically, voice hoarse and strained.

But the roar quickly turned into a harrowing scream.

Countless ice crystal silver threads like steel needles pierced into Rashal's flesh, sealing every magic power node within him, making Rashal feel as if his organs were churning, his bones dislocating, in unbearable pain.