The Regressed Blood Knight’s Strategy

[Translator - Helga ]

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Chapter 135

At that time.

The top floor of the Tower of the Sun.

It was a space open in all directions.

It was as if it were in the heavenly realm, surrounded by clouds.

In the center of the marble floor.

A middle-aged man in priestly robes opened his eyes.

Flash!

A sharp light emanated from him.

“How dare that mere worm!”

He was First Star, the head of the Meyer Family and one of the Twelve Star Lords.

He was speaking through Elmar, and Kane had killed him.

A reckless human.

No, an ill-bred worm.

“Summon Elder Manuel!”

First Star Kesh Meyer, spoke in a voice full of rage, and shortly after,

A portal opened, and a middle-aged man appeared.

“You called for me, Your Holiness.”

“Six Executioners are dead.”

“It seems they lost their sense of duty while competing among themselves and acted recklessly, resulting in their deaths. Please calm your anger.”

Elder Manuel was not surprised.

When Executioners die, they could be easily replaced by another.

They called themselves officers, but they were nothing more than disposable tools.

“Elder Manuel, you must take action.”

“Shall we proceed with the plan?”

“We need as many sacrifices as possible.”

“I will start with the magical robe of Temu.”

“Especially, be sure to draw in the families of Rehinar and Fresia.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

Elder Manuel, having left the Tower of the Sun, shook his head.

“I heard rumors that Rehinar was making trouble, but I didn’t expect them to provoke the wrath of His Holiness.”

“His Holiness is angry?”

His servant reacted with surprise.

It was extremely rare for His Holiness, the head of the Meyer Family, to show anger.

He was known for his gentle nature.

People even said that the archangel had taken human form.

That was how rarely he displayed anger.

And yet, he was furious.

It was an emotion he hadn’t shown in decades.

That’s why Elder Manuel clicked his tongue.

Whenever His Holiness got angry, it always resulted in a lot of bloodshed.

“His Holiness has ordered the plan to proceed.”

“Is it finally time?”

“Spread the word that the magical robe of Temu has been discovered.”

His attendants scattered in all directions.

Elder Manuel smiled at the plan starting earlier than expected.

“Am I finally ascending to the rank of the Immortal?”

* * *

While Elder Manuel dreamed of becoming an Immortal.

Mikhail was driving his spear through the abdomen of an Undead Knight.

Swoosh!

The Undead Knight's armor and abdomen crumbled into dust.

Its eyes burned with a black flame.

Yet, that burning gaze was quickly extinguished.

Crunch-

Mikhail’s fist shattered the Undead Knight’s chest.

The breath of the True Dragon was the bane of the undead.

Although the undead could endlessly resurrect, he crumbled helplessly under Mikhail’s assault.

Ashes scattered in the air.

Mikhail's gaze was fixed on the spear that the Undead Knight had been holding.

"Finally."

He reached out toward the now-dimmed spear.

Just then.

Something sharp flew straight at him.

Mikhail quickly twisted his body.

Thud!

The sharp object was a spear.

Mikhail adjusted his stance and muttered.

"It doesn’t seem like you’re here with good intentions."

The new arrival removed the hood of his white priestly robe.

A man with strikingly vivid red hair was revealed.

He appeared to be around thirty.

He bore a rugged yet handsome resemblance to Mikhail.

Even his aura was similar.

The red-haired man spoke with a surprised expression.

“I didn't expect to find you here.”

“You know me?”

“Aren’t you Mikhail Pervartz, the sole heir of the True Dragon Family?”

Mikhail’s eyes widened.

Only a handful of people knew that fact.

“Who are you?”

“Don’t bother finding out. Just hand over that spear. If you do, I’ll consider your Pervartz bloodline and spare your life.”

“This spear is essential to me. I refuse.”

“Child of Pervartz, leave while I’m offering mercy. Only then can I maintain face with your father.”

There was a deadly tone in the red-haired man’s voice.

As if he were confronting a sworn enemy.

Mikhail’s brow furrowed.

‘Who is he, that he knows about the Flame Emperor’s Spear and dares to bring up my late father?’

A question gnawed at him.

The red-haired man bore a strong resemblance to him.

No, they shared many similarities.

Almost like they shared the same bloodline.

‘Wait! Come to think of it, that deep red hair can only come from the Pervartz line.’

There were only two families known for their red hair.

One was the Red Dragon family, Hartzfeld.

They had a bright red hair color.

A more vivid, higher-chroma red.

The other was Pervartz.

His own family, known as the House of the True Dragon.

They also had red hair, but it was darker, more intense.

Almost a deep, blackish red.

That man’s features and his own were strikingly similar.

‘All of the Pervartz bloodline has perished except for me. And calling me a child means he isn’t of my father’s generation. So... could he be from my grandfather’s line?’

It was impossible to judge his age by appearance.

Mana could slow aging.

So much so that even noblewomen learned mana breathing techniques just to delay the effects of aging.

This made it difficult to determine someone’s age by their appearance alone.

“Even if you speak of my father, I cannot give you this spear.”

“Hmph, I thought you were not a child who couldn’t discern the situation.”

“I made a promise to my master. That I would retrieve this spear with my own hands.”

Mikhail’s eyes were filled with determination.

No matter who stood before him, he was resolved to reclaim the spear.

At the mention of a master, the red-haired man—known as 6th Seat —furrowed his brow.

“Master? Are you saying a descendant of the Pervartz serves someone?”

“There is someone who saved me. But judging by how much it bothers you that I serve someone, you must be of the Pervartz bloodline too.”

“You’ve thought this through well. Provoking me to gauge my reaction and deduce my identity.”

“You look too much like me. This kind of appearance isn’t common.”

“What difference does it make if you know my identity? Both you and I want that weapon, and only one of us will walk away with the Flame Emperor’s Spear.”

As 6th Seat extended his arm, the spear embedded in the ground pulled free and flew back into his hand.

“I will end this painlessly. Come, child.”

A scorching flame erupted from 6th Seat’s body.

A shadow of a black dragon loomed behind him.

It was a phenomenon that appeared when the Mana Potency of the Breath of the True Dragon reached the 6th class or higher.

Mikhail also channeled the breath of the True Dragon.

A dark crimson dragon materialized behind him as well.

‘He’s stronger than me. But I can’t let the spear be taken without a fight.’

Boom!

Mikhail kicked off the ground.

He charged straight towards the 6th Seat.

The flames of the black dragon clashed with the dark crimson flames, the two dragons tearing into each other’s throats.

* * *

The surrounding area was ablaze.

The intense flames seemed determined to melt even the soil beneath them.

They showed no signs of dying down.

Amidst the fiery chaos, a flash of light appeared.

A shadow was sent flying backward, tumbling across the scorched ground.

Cough, cough!

It was Mikhail.

He had been battered beyond recognition for some time now.

His shirt was completely gone, leaving his skin exposed, covered in numerous wounds.

Blood continued to seep from the gaping injuries.

In contrast, his opponent remained almost untouched.

Only a few rips in his clothing hinted at the battle.

The difference in their levels was stark.

“Why don’t you just give up? I’m showing mercy only because we share the same bloodline. If it were anyone else, they’d be dead by now.”

6th Seat spoke with a relaxed, confident demeanor.

He believed Mikhail’s life was his to take whenever he wished.

“I... can’t... cough... give up.”

But Mikhail refused to surrender.

The Pervartz Family’s Divine Spear was just within reach.

How could he give up on the item he’d searched for all his life?

Even if his opponent shared the same bloodline, he had no intention of handing it over.

Mikhail readjusted his grip on the spear and aimed it at 6th Seat.

Seeing this, 6th Seat’s expression twisted in displeasure.

“You insist on courting death. Very well, if you’re set on dying, I will grant your wish.”

6th Seat’s spear became engulfed in flames.

A black dragon’s fire climbed up the shaft of the spear, and then the spear left his hand.

The Black Dragon Spear (6th Seat’s Weapon) flew through the air, cutting through the wind.

Mikhail tried to parry it, but he was too slow.

His injuries had slowed his movements.

At this rate, the Black Dragon Spear would pierce his heart.

Mikhail realized too late what was about to happen.

Just then, the spear was caught in mid-air by another hand.

The force of the catch caused the spear’s shaft to tremble violently up and down.

Mikhail, eyes wide with surprise, spoke.

“Your Highness...”

“You look like a mess.”

It was a miracle Mikhail was still standing.

A normal person would have long since collapsed from such wounds.

“How did you get here?”

“You took too long to return.”

“Apologies. I encountered a formidable opponent.”

“Formidable? You got completely thrashed.”

Kane turned his gaze toward 6th Seat.

He was a man who bore many similarities to Mikhail.

“It’s been a while, Bernt. I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

He gave him a cold smile.

Bernt Pervartz.

That was 6th Seat’s real name.

He was also the traitor of the Pervartz bloodline.

Because of Bernt, the entire Pervartz lineage had been wiped out.

Hearing his real name, Bernt's eyes widened in shock, and he flared his mana.

“How do you know who I am?”

"How could I not remember? Thanks to your spear piercing my side, I had to spend months in recovery."

It was when he had encountered the Sixth Seat as Ray Hatzfeld.

Although he had suffered a severe wound with his side pierced, he had managed to take Brent’s head. Even thinking about that time still gave him chills. If the spear had struck just a little higher, it would have pierced his heart.

He had underestimated the trash of the Meyer Family, plotting sinister schemes like rats. He had never expected them to be so strong, which was why he had sustained such a serious injury. If he had known more about them, he might have never gotten hurt in the first place.

More importantly...

"So, how is it, abandoning Pervartz for the Meyer Family? Do they treat you well?"

“You know quite a lot about me.”

The Sixth Seat gripped his spear tightly.

He thought he had eliminated everyone who knew about him. But here was this unexpected stranger, speaking as if he knew everything about him.

The man continued to run his mouth.

"With your status, shouldn't you be an elder, not just an executioner? Staying in that position even after betraying your family must mean you were cast aside by the place you joined."

“Shut up!”

The Sixth Seat shouted furiously.

Everything he said was true. After personally annihilating the Pervartz family and pledging himself to the Meyer Family, he received nothing but cold treatment. Grinding his teeth, he climbed his way up to his current position.

He was certain that if he could obtain the Ferbatz's spear, the Flame emperor’s spear, he could rise even higher.

"Did I touch a nerve? Well, what can you do about it? I have no intention of handing this spear over to you."

Kane used his mana to draw the Crimson Banner towards himself.

Realizing what he was doing, the Sixth Seat also reached out towards the Crimson Banner. Yet, the outcome of the mana struggle was quickly decided.

“If you think you can take it, then come and try.”

Kane drove the Crimson Banner into the ground and beckoned with a finger.

It was a clear provocation.

Feeling humiliated by the young upstart, the Sixth Seat finally snapped.

[Translator - Helga ]

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