Soul Of Negary

Translator: La0o9 Editor: La0o9

Nala inherited the Dragon Bloodline from her mother, became proficient in [Respiratory Art] that was created and handed down by the Giant, and her father Jacob was a Cauchy person, whose power reflected more prominently in their spirit.

It just so happened that Nala inherited a bit of everything from the three original G.o.ds who came from the first flame, it was no wonder Nala became the Saintress of Salvation. It could even be said that probably no one was more suitable than she was to prolong the flame.

Granny Seal'e was watching Nala with the same eerie chuckle she always had. It was because she had foreseen this that she declared that prophecy about the Saintress of Salvation and pushed Nala to her current position.

Connor looked down at the big iron ball that had been cut in half and said nothing, then walked towards Nala. After using that attack that could kill anything, she was exhausted, unable to use it a second time, so what was there to fear?

Nala wielded her Dragonscale sword, panting heavily and charged towards Connor.

At the same time, the other battles were also gradually coming to an end.

Jason's white mask had already been destroyed, revealing his rotten face. After he was transformed into an Undead, his body had rotted halfway through before he arrived at Sacred Valley and was modified into a Blood Burner, thus obtaining a great amount of life force. Despite that, his rotten body already couldn't be healed anymore.

His battle with Cadiz was extremely brutal. As an Undead and a Blood Burner, Jason basically had an immortal body. But the same was true for Cadiz, an Undead body combined with germs that also resulted in an immortal body.

Because of this, both of them had no need to dodge, both used a fighting style that ensured mutual destruction. Jason's flames of vitality and Cadiz's flames of malice, streaks of burning red and blue were weaving against one another.

Ever since Cadiz killed Jason's family 17 years ago, the fate of these two similar yet different people had been entangled with one another. One of them pursued nothing but revenge, while the other pursued the pure catharsis of unleas.h.i.+ng his malice. These two had begun and continued this irreconcilable battle in this way.

Jason's body was turning into charcoal, not having much life force left in his body. His opponent Cadiz was also the same, the excessive consumption of the germs that made up his body to heal had turned him into a dried-up husk.

These two crippled-looking men continued to stick as close as possible, attacking the other with all they had.

"Hahaha, Jason Todd, this has been my most enjoyable battle so far!" Cadiz's voice was extremely dry, but his tone was full of pleasure: "Maybe we will die together in the end. Say, do you think the people in the future, when they find our corpses lying in the same place, would they think that we were a couple?"

"You sc.u.m! Do you want to pa.s.s on your malice to

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, so that is how Jason dies. I wonder if he's going to be resurrected from a certain lake, a certain spring, or a certain pit. Although, he's most likely just going to die for good" Jack the Killer flexibly evaded the attacks of several knights while muttering words that other people couldn't understand.

"Say, Mister Marshal, can't we just make peace here? Killing and fighting isn't a good thing to do you know" Jack continued his trash talk, making Rhys particularly irritated while attacking him.

Especially whenever he called him 'Mister Marshal', it felt as if he was calling him a pedophile sc.u.m, causing Rhys even more irritation. Although he had done shady things, he wouldn't be sc.u.m.

In short, Jack the Killer's endless blabbering made the knights around him furious to no end. Right now, each of them wanted nothing more than to chop him to pieces, cut off his tongue and sew his mouth shut. Unfortunately, not only was Jack's ability to dodge and evade top-cla.s.s, but he also had an immortal body that allowed him to heal any wounds in the blink of an eye.

"Wait wait, boss man is here. Sadly for you, there's no 'Jotaro' 1in this world; TYPE-MOON and JoJo aren't in the same universe anyway, so just surrender" Jack spouted a lot of nonsense again, although his words did carry a certain message.

At the entrance, the sound of steady footsteps resounded, Negary's silhouette appeared in front of everyone. The battle between the Crowmen and the Sacred Valley a.s.sa.s.sins stopped, while Jack instantly moved to stand behind Negary.

Only the battle between Nala and Connor continued. Due to unleas.h.i.+ng that strike earlier, the nearly-drained Nala was gradually losing to Connor. When the knights tried to go to help her, Jack and the Crowmen swiftly stopped them.

〖 Just stand and watch. If she cannot triumph over this small obstacle, she won't even be qualified to prolong the flame 〗Negary crossed his arms, watched Nala's hard fight and lightly declared.

Standing not too far away, Noah began to whisper all kinds of G.o.d names. Borrowing the power of those names, all things in the world seemed to have gathered in Noah's hand. The waves of power he gave off drew Nala's attention, telling her that the power in Noah's hand was the key for her to win against her opponent.

The constant battles were making Nala's body grow more and more fatigued, yet at the same time uplifting her spirit to a certain extreme. The G.o.d names that Noah uttered gradually turned into a unique rhythm, as each of the names was a kind of spiritual rhythm.

The power of the Cauchy, or rather of the Divine race, that lurked inside Nala's body gradually began to awaken, the authority of the Divine race started to bless Nala's body little by little. If the Dragon race's authority allowed them to force the rhythm of all things to harmonize with themselves and harness the power of fire breath, then the Divine race's authority allowed them to rule over the changes of the flame.

A simple flame could only destroy, unable to manifest as everything that existed in this world. But once Nala awakened the power of the Divine race within herself, her rhythm began to fully synchronize and became the exact same as the rhythm of all things. All things in the world began to transform into sustenance that directly supplemented Nala's drained physique, surrounding her, calling her to evolve to a higher level.

With the authority of the 3 G.o.ds in the flames, Nala was practically the G.o.d of this world. Of course, being subjected to the limits of the world, she might not even be as powerful as those G.o.ds from the Divine race of the ancient era.

With the Dragonscale sword pointed straight at him, Connor felt that he could be killed in one fell swoop if he made another move. In fact, he felt that Nala could use the authority of the Divine race to directly transform him into someone else entirely, mimicking the power of Witchcraft. Or perhaps more accurately, Witchcraft was originally imitating this authority in the first place.

〖 Step down, Connor 〗 Negary's voice resounded, allowing Connor to relax and quickly step away.

Granny Seal'e also chuckled oddly as she stood away from the large gate of bones behind her. The first flame was inside, Nala could sense it.

Turning around to take a look at Negary, Nala really wanted to take his life right at this moment. After all, Negary was the enemy who killed her father, and an extremely evil monster at the same time.

But to her surprise, she was able to clearly perceive the state of Negary's soul, which was only a bit lesser than her own. Her instincts were telling her that it might be possible for her to kill Negary, but it would take a very long time, and that the first flame might go out at any second now.

So Nala turned and walked towards the gate of bones, which gradually opened under her Divine authority.