"Don’t let him into the royal palace!"
Although the Titan elder was a top-tier figure among the Celestial Dragons, in his current monstrous state, who could even recognize him?
The agents stationed inside Mariejois were all trained elites, if not one-man armies. Seeing the massive body about to charge into the royal palace, they immediately took action to stop him. A small number of agents were left behind to quickly evacuate the last remaining Celestial Dragons who were still foolishly here and to inform the Gorosei.
"Right, this is what a Celestial Dragon looks like."
Suddenly, Saint Aptheim heard a voice behind him that sounded both playful and mocking. He quickly turned around and saw a dark shadow with a barely human silhouette. A thin eye was staring intently at him as the shadow slowly transformed into a human.
Saint Aptheim let out a terrified scream. The agents noticed him at the same time and saw the black shadow with blood-red markings gradually take on a human form. Fresh chapters posted on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝓷𝓮𝓽
"No, it’s impossible. Did the top-tier fighters sent out by the Gorosei lose?"
While the agents were in a state of panic, the Titan user, who had been completely devoured by the undead army outside the gate, had lost his last bit of strength. His massive, mountain-like body, which was already on the verge of death, fell after the Government’s own people landed the final blow.
Alucard grabbed Saint Aptheim by the neck and said with a sinister smile, "A pleasure."
"You, you! You commoner! What do you want to... Ah, ahhh, ahhh!!" Before he could finish his sentence, Saint Aptheim was completely assimilated by the Blacklight Virus and integrated into Alucard’s body.
At the same time, the Titan’s huge body came crashing down. Two seconds later, Mariejois shook.
Although a Titan’s body wasn’t large enough to destroy the entire palace, a significant portion of the slave performance hall and the arena in this area was decimated. The platinum walls, built with immense value, instantly collapsed, and countless people who had been left behind were crushed to death.
The entire palace was shaking. Even the Celestial Dragons who had been moved to the central refuge of the palace were shaken and thrown against the walls.
"F-father! Father!" Saint Mjosgard, with blood streaming down his head, managed to get up from the rubble after a while. He looked around, anxiously calling for his father. He discovered that the once impressive performance hall was now a pile of ruins, with Government agents’ bodies scattered everywhere.
Someone had blocked the shockwave for him. But Saint Mjosgard didn’t care about the people who had died for him. He only searched for his father. After a while, he found his father, Saint Galbadia’s... corpse!
Saint Galbadia’s body was mostly crushed under one of the Titan’s fingers. Through the gaps between the fingers, you could faintly see his bloody internal organs. He was dead, and there was no need for a doctor.
"F-Father!!" Saint Mjosgard saw his father’s tragic death and stumbled backward, hitting the giant’s finger. He fell to the ground and screamed in despair, "H-help! Someone! Help me, the young master! Hurry!"
But no matter how much he screamed, no one would come to save him now. Inside Mariejois, everything was in complete chaos.
The fallen bodies didn’t get back up, which meant Saint Mjosgard was incredibly lucky to have only suffered a few scratches. The saying "scumbags are hard to kill" might have been referring to this exact situation.
Thump... thump... thump...
Just then, footsteps slowly approached. Saint Mjosgard turned his head and saw a figure vaguely walking toward him through the smoke. With snot and tears all over his face, he shouted at the figure, "Hey! H-hurry and save me, the young master! The air here is foul! Hurry and get me a helmet!"
However, when the figure walked out of the smoke and his face was fully revealed, Saint Mjosgard’s blood-soaked face froze. The extremely annoying commanding tone he had used disappeared, replaced by a hint of flattery. "A-Aptheim-sei, my, my friend! H-hurry and help me, help me get out of here! I, I’m injured!"
Saint Mjosgard’s speech had changed. He no longer referred to himself as "the young master" but as "I." The person walking toward him was none other than Saint Aptheim, another Celestial Dragon. Although they were from different families, their status was equal. Since Saint Mjosgard was injured and needed the other’s help, he naturally had to lower his status.
"Saint Aptheim" squinted his eyes at the snot-nosed boy with blood streaming down his head, who was also wearing the clothes that only Celestial Dragons could wear.
His name was Saint Mjosgard, wasn’t it? It’s not easy for him to have survived a situation like that. While killing him here would be easy, there was no need for that. Keeping him alive might even have unexpected benefits.
Thinking this, "Saint Aptheim" smiled slightly and said, "Of course, but don’t forget that you owe me a favor, Mjosgard-sei."
"Of course, of course!" Saint Mjosgard nodded repeatedly. "Saint Aptheim" grabbed him by the body and lifted him up, and together they walked toward the undamaged part of the royal palace.
Saint Mjosgard didn’t notice that behind them, the blood flowing from the Titan giant was slowly gathering behind them, and flowing into "Saint Aptheim"’s body through his shadow.
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