Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

"Violet, come here, get to a safe position, stay away from him, I'll cut him down and slice him up."

Hesintos whispered to Violet, his voice as steady as the sea.

"Hmm, you are indeed the most reliable, my friend."

Violet nodded knowingly.

With Hesintos' help, Rashar, the Third Ancestor, who still has some strength to resist, can be sealed in no time.

She carefully stepped back a few steps, retreating to the rear.

Violet was sure that with her suppressing Rashar, Hesintos would soon be able to settle the ultimate calamity of the Blood Clan in the Cerryti Empire.

They hadn't fought side by side like this for a long time.

"Violet, you are my best friend..."

Hesintos walked toward Rashar on the other side of the temple, reaching for the sword at his waist.

Just as Violet thought everything was about to end, a familiar sense of security came from behind.

She exhaled deeply, about to express her gratitude to Hesintos when suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

Violet lowered her head in disbelief, only to see a hand piercing through her body from behind, with blood gushing out of the wound.

And the owner of that hand was none other than the friend she had unfailingly trusted.

"Always are!!"

Hesintos' maniacal laughter erupted, and the blade-like hand directly extracted her heart from Violet's back, crushing it in his grasp.

"...?! "

Blood trickled from Violet's lips, her purple eyes gradually dimming, still reflecting disbelief.

Even Rashar, who was being sealed by Violet from afar, widened his eyes in shock.

He couldn't understand why Hesintos would strike against Violet when Hesintos had already lost his mind control.

"Hesintos, for what... "

Blood oozed from the corner of Violet's mouth, her lips trembling, struggling to utter a few words.

She rigidly used all her strength to turn and look back, and the sight before her caused her pupils to contract sharply.

All she saw was Hesintos' handsome face, wearing a trace of liberated pleasure, his eyes showing undisguised disdain for her.

"That expression of yours, I love seeing it the most. Don't be so shocked; after all, you're just a step ahead of them, you damn commoner."

Hesintos' voice gradually lowered, speaking to Violet.

What followed was a heart-wrenching pain.

"I've been living in concealment, for today, and you must disappear because of it."

Scarlet blood splattered everywhere, staining Hesintos' hand, yet he was indifferent, shaking his hand to scatter the shattered wolf heart on the ground.

Violet fell lifelessly, her once beautiful and holy face now pale as paper, her body as immobile as a petrified statue, the breath of life rapidly fading.

The twilight gradually disappeared beyond the horizon, marking the end of the National Day festival.

Replaced by a full moon rising toward the zenith, accompanied by a faint purple haze.

The sky was filled with stars, and the streets of Bulida City beneath the temple were engulfed in blackness, people's presence unconsciously concealed, plunging into silence.

The music in the Divine Descendant Hall became eerie.

The once gentle harp sound suddenly rose, as if crossing twenty years to the wails of vengeful spirits, the wind chimes no longer cheerful, but emitting a piercing collision sound, like the cries of purgatory.

Hesintos' iron boots trod the temple's tiles, the drumbeats like thunder.

In this music, the Divine Descendant Hall shed its former sanctity, blood-colored moonlight filtering through rose windows casting mottled shadows on the ground, the shadows of stone pillars contorting and deforming as he passed.

The entire space was steeped in dark red, bloodshed, madness, and murder intertwined into a requiem of death.

"Twenty years ago, this day was exactly like this, everywhere reeking of blood."

Hesintos walked toward Rashar, speaking matter-of-factly.

"I started with hiding my identity as the eldest son of the Marquess' House, giving up everything, living a disguised life as a commoner, until now I've almost forgotten my original name, and even the appearances of my parents and sister have become blurry."

His eyes held neither sadness nor self-mockery, only a calm reminiscence of the past.

"You, what on earth are you talking about?"

Rashar's mind was in chaos, propping himself up, instinctively trying to retreat.

He knew Hesintos had always been just and merciful, regarded as the spiritual leader and model for the people of the Cerryti Empire.

But now, Hesintos was unmistakably killing his companion, the Moon God High Priest, in a sober state.

It all defied logic!

Hesintos stepped forward on the Divine Descendant Hall floor tiles stained with wolf blood, slowly approaching Rashar.

At this moment, even Rashar, who had just regained his freedom from the broken ice seal, felt a chill running down his spine.

He stared at Hesintos intently, his hand shaking uncontrollably in the attempt to resist Hesintos, obviously unable to comprehend everything happening before him.