Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Since he was able to control Hesintos the first time, he must be able to control Hesintos the second time.

"..."

Hesintos's body froze, staring steadily into Rashal's eyes without moving an inch.

"Hesintos, you took too great a risk, and now you've messed up, haven't you?"

Rashal's heartbeat was like a drum, his lips curling into the smile of the final victor.

He breathed rapidly the cold air of the dark hall.

He had successfully hit Hesintos.

This time, there was neither the interference of the Moon God's Pure Land, nor did Hesintos successfully escape!

Once Hesintos was controlled, regardless of how cunning this man was, he would no longer be a threat.

So some time passed.

Seeing the situation, Rashal's heart still pounded quickly, not daring to fully relax.

"Hesintos, will you obey me?"

Rashal asked tentatively.

Something felt off to him.

Because Hesintos was still holding onto him, motionless.

"Haha, no problem at all."

Not only did Hesintos not obey, but he even laughed, the warmth in his eyes unchanged.

"No, no, why aren't you controlled by me, clearly you have such a large Spiritual Fissure in your heart, it's impossible to heal!"

Rashal was stunned, feeling enveloped by a sense of weightlessness, cold sweat pouring down his back in an instant.

Did his Blood Control Heart... fail?

"Could it be..."

Rashal's eyes frenziedly shifted left and right, rapidly thinking and finding a possible reason.

Hesintos's most adept spells were all counter-attribute.

If Hesintos was a suitable target for Blood Control Heart, and it hit successfully, with no external interference, the only possibility for failure was Hesintos himself possessing an ultimate counter spell.

In theory, Rashal had never seen any counter spell easily effective against their Ancestors' epic-level powers.

Rashal's blood-red eyes reflected the invisible magic vortex before Hesintos, using his final mana to identify the magic fluctuation that had just been activated before him.

"Ah, did you find out?"

Hesintos asked lightly.

At this moment, Rashal finally saw what spell Hesintos had used.

[Unbalanced Devourer]

[Category: Active Spell]

[Grade: Orange Epic]

[Attribute: Counter/Seal]

[Level: 8]

[Effect: Swallow and resist all attacks, traps, and items in the area, temporarily storing them in the Soul Space, and able to return them all within thirty seconds, with a cooldown of one minute.]

Rashal was struck like lightning, his pupils contracted sharply once again.

Even in the prolonged era of Blood Moon Prosperity, he had never seen Demon Race or humans with such spell-counter magic.

This guy, regardless of the era, posed no less a threat to their Blood Clan than Black Sun Lankros.

Even if he doesn't use his real sword skills, merely relying on this counter spell, he can confiscate all of their Blood Clan's offensive and control powers.

"Actually, I could have beaten you last time, but I didn't. Do you know why?"

Seeing Rashal depleted from using the Ninth Tier Identification Skill, Hesintos felt a rare sense of troubled emotion.

"What...what exactly are you?! What is your purpose?!"

Rashal demanded sharply, his voice piercing with fear.

"I find it quite entertaining to watch you stir up chaos in the empire, I simply wanted to see how far you can push the Cerryti Empire, and silently cooperate in your performance had no impact on my life; I'm still being my Hesintos every day, what's the difference?"

Hesintos did not answer directly, merely casually mentioning Rashal's neck again, his long fingers pressing into the flesh, causing Rashal a sharp pain,

"But this time, since you still want to challenge me, I won't hold back."

Hesintos looked down on Rashal, lifting him off the ground, speaking to him.

Boundless shadows devoured the entire space, plunging the Temple into unprecedented darkness.

In the darkness, only Hesintos's eyes flickered with eerie light, like a beast lurking in the night, sending shivers down Rashal's spine.

And Rashal, at this moment, could only tremble as he raised his hand to grasp Hesintos's steely hand, unable to move him an inch.

"No, Hesintos, we can talk! No matter what you want to do in the empire, I can help, cooperate with you!"

Rashal pleaded, attempting to communicate with Hesintos.

He was already seriously injured, captured by Hesintos, the strongest man of the Cerryti Empire, and his spells were ineffective against Hesintos; he had completely run out of ideas on how to oppose this guy.

"Is it necessary?"

Hesintos merely asked Rashal, baffled.

"...!"

Rashal suddenly realized, his throat moving dryly.

He thought of the worst possible forthcoming event.

Hesintos had devoured his Blood Control Heart this time, and could now return Blood Control Heart to him directly.

And he, Rashal the Third Ancestor, indeed had painful memories he did not want to face that would be controlled by Blood Control Heart.

"No, don't control me!"

Rashal desperately begged.

"Oh? Seeing your expression, it turns out you can also be controlled by your mind control magic? How ironic, do you also have Spiritual Fissures?"

Hesintos merely teased Rashal mockingly.

He hadn't considered last time that this spell could control Rashal.

From tonight's observations of Rashal's mental state, Hesintos was almost certain that this Ancestor had such a weakness, now verifying that indeed it is true.

A vortex in front of Hesintos opened again, its center suddenly turning blood-red, countless dark red blood threads flew from within, spinning and interweaving at close distance, forming a vast blood net encasing Rashal.

"Ahhhh! No!!"

Rashal's voice broke in screams, attempting to retain the last shred of his will.

"Why so serious? Smile for me too, it's such a wonderful day today."

Hesintos did not stop, returning the spell he had just devoured untouched back to Rashal.

He placed his other hand by his ear, seemingly hearing the cheers and laughter of the residents on National Day.

And listening carefully, the frequency was ironically identical to the screams from twenty years ago.

In an instant, Rashal's eyes became hollow, the struggle stopped, standing like a doll in place.

"Now Rashal, it's dark and you've recovered to Ninth-order, I'll provide the stage, you go add some fun for me."

Hesintos laid his blood-stained hand on the sword grip, looking towards the Imperial Palace Saint Astore Palace.

Presumably, Emperor Saint Baldo was leisurely giving the citizens his final speech.

Little did he know the crimson moon was about to illuminate him.

"Saint Baldo..."

Rashal murmured emptily,

"Emperor Saint Baldo..."

Then his blood-red eyes gradually dispersed into a mist of blood, accompanied by the full eruption of his ninth-order magic power, breaking through the entrance door of the Divine Descendant Hall, triggering continuous city defense alarms echoing above Brilda.

"Hehehe."

Hesintos hummed a tune, resting his hand on the sword grip, walking slowly like walking with a cane towards the direction outside the temple where Rashal fled.

The sound of his boots clicking on the tiles was crisp and clear, each step like a resonating bell.

Until Hesintos's silhouette completely disappeared into the temple's sunset, only the mysterious patterns reflected from the rose window during dusk remained inside, cast over the running blood along the tile seams.

The blood moon illuminated the columns of the Divine Descendant Hall.

"Violet, what happened on your side..."

"Buzz..."

"Can you hear me..."

The sacred communication magic linked to Violet's soul binding gradually tended to terminate.

The final sounds couldn't awaken the High Priest's motionless figure submerged in a pool of blood.