Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

"What I want to say is, many years have passed, and people say that old stories can be buried."

Hesintos stepped over the bloodstains,

"But I finally understand this is wrong, because the past will crawl up by itself."

He lightly raised the tip of his index finger, speaking to Rashal like a conductor of an orchestra.

"Hesintos... you... what's wrong with you?"

Rashal questioned with a deep voice while retreating.

He didn't think that in his injured state, he was much weaker than Hesintos, the First Army God, but every nerve cell in his brain was telling him that he must not entangle any further with the man before him today.

"Why did you kill Violet, who was on your side? Aren't you clear-headed now?"

Only then did Rashal belatedly realize that the seal binding him had completely disappeared.

Although he regained his freedom and should have been ecstatic, he only felt a shiver down his spine at this moment.

He couldn't understand Hesintos, and that incomprehension brought him a terror that shattered logic.

"On my side? Hahaha... Rashal, you are a bit naive."

Hesintos said while walking, his tone gentle yet eerie,

"These commoners are like candles to me, making me want to snuff them out."

In his eyes, it seemed he was seeing through to twenty years ago.

That day was also a national celebration in the Cret, but later people called it the "Blood Cleansing Day."

He escaped from the mansion, only to see the city, and the mansion next door was also a fiery sea of black smoke.

Back then, he dared not look up.

Because looking up would mean seeing that inhuman thing atop his own mansion—

"He can't run far, he's just a few-year-old child, there's absolutely no hope for him to escape today."

"Catch him and gut him, just like his parents! Hang him on the mansion roof for all to see!"

"Their family has royal blood, aren't we going too far by doing this?"

"It's come to this point, that's precisely why we must see it through."

"Never let the remnants of the Marquess' House escape!"

Even after twenty years, the sounds of searching footsteps still echoed in his ears, constantly chasing him.

"Every day I was with Violet, I always wondered what her expression would be when she saw me clearly, you know? She actually mistook me for a commoner like her, how hilarious."

Hesintos shook his head in relief, looking towards Rashal at the end of the pitch-black hall,

"Alright, it's time for this play to end."

He watched Rashal as if seeing a magnificent treasure, speaking to him methodically.

"Hesintos, why don't we cooperate?"

Rashal increasingly felt the chill straight to his core, which was no longer Violet's frost but the deepest dampness beneath the night of the Cerryti Empire.

Suddenly, he had no confidence in successfully targeting Hesintos with the Blood Control Heart.

In theory, if Hesintos got any closer, he should be able to control Hesintos, but his instincts kept warning him not to take the initiative against this man.

He didn't quite understand Hesintos' intentions completely, judging from his earlier investigation of Hesintos having a Spiritual Fissure from childhood, Hesintos probably suffered a cruel tragedy in his youth, which made him extremely hate the empire and commoners, so he lived in patience and disguise till today.

And Hesintos really wanting to overthrow the Cerryti Empire might still need some time, but if he collaborated with their Blood Clan, the opportunity might be just around the corner.

"I meticulously prepared betrayal and demise, not only for Violet but also for your Blood Clan."

Hesintos was almost in front of Rashal, showing no hostility towards him but also not listening to anything Rashal said, as if treating Rashal like a corpse or an inanimate object.

"Don't come any closer to me!"

Rashal roared, his steps chaotically retreating past another pillar.

He wasn't sure why he was so afraid of Hesintos at that moment, but he knew he was absolutely not a match for this fearlessly confident man.

Before Rashal's body reacted to retreat, the distance between him and Hesintos seemed misplaced, getting caught by the nape of his neck and lifted up by Hesintos.

Rashal's blood-colored pupils directly faced Hesintos, contracting and trembling uncontrollably.

Hesintos' strange physical prowess, his movements so fast that Rashal couldn't see them.

Even the Saint Polante Pope in those days had never lifted him like a little rabbit, closely observing him.

"What are you thinking when you look at me? I'm truly curious."

Hesintos observed Rashal's blood-colored eyes.

"...!"

Gradually leaning towards rage, Rashal, both terrified and furious, knew he must act at this moment.

Rashal's eyes suddenly turned blood red, his body weightlessly floating, countless dark red blood threads flying out from all over his body, spiraling and intertwining at close range, forming a large blood net entangling Hesintos.

"Submit to me, Hesintos!"

Rashal activated his power immediately, trying to control Hesintos.

Hesintos overlooked one thing!

It was also Hesintos' arrogance that caused his greatest misstep!

His Blood Control Heart power couldn't take effect earlier because of Violet's Immaculate Pure Land Barrier disturbing the spiritual curses within this Temple space.

But now, Hesintos himself had killed Violet, and the barrier disappeared along with her.

Given Hesintos' mental state and the degree of his Spiritual Fissure, it was impossible for him to resist the Blood Control Heart.