Chapter 248
Chapter 248 End of a Dynasty
Thirteen days later, in the adepts’ base.
The last time he saw the base, it was still a ghastly scene covered in blood and flesh.
A raging forest fire had razed nearly thirty-five kilometers of forest at the southern end of Greenland Forest. The ashes and dust left behind rose to the skies and covered the sun. Even Blue Hillock City had received three consecutive days of black snow!
Corpses and broken bodies were scattered all across this smoking black scorched earth.
The charred remains of magic colts and witcher-knights could be found at the center of some of the worst fires. Only a pile of ashes could be found on the ground where they used to be. Everything had been reduced to nothing. Just ashes and dust. It was only when you looked at the edge of the battlefield, brushing away the layers of thick ashes, that you might be able to find some odd substances formed from a mixture of melted bones and metal armor.
In all honesty, over a thousand witcher-knights still remained when the radiant knights sounded the retreat. However, having lost their faithful mounts, hope of victory, their stamina, and their will, they couldn’t possibly have outrun the ravaging forest fires with their two legs.
The truth was that only a small minority of witcher-knights managed to escape from the planar war with their lives. This was the main reason that the knights’ kingdom hadn’t been able to get any information for a long period of time.
He handed over Edward VII’s head as well as a complete set of the drafts of runes and the scrolls that contained knowledge about them. After a quick inspection of the items, Lord Sarubo nodded in satisfaction.
Of course, Greem had made the best of his time on the way back. With the chip, he had scanned every piece of information from every document, draft, and scroll, saving them all within his mind. As a result, he quite willingly handed over the research.
Lord Sarubo picked up the ugly human head that had been treated with some preservation spells. He casually threw the head into a strange array that had appeared from the floor.
The magic array hovered in the air one meter above the ground. The entire array was formed from three layers of brilliant magic halos and countless strange runes mixed within it. The human head landed within the array and bobbed up and down in midair. As several shining magic halo analyzed the head, a dark trace of the head’s bloodline power was extracted from it. The substance floated above the head.
When the trace of bloodline power had been completely extracted, Lord Sarubo opened his eyes and and drew in midair with his fingers. A powerful rune formed in the air and was cast into the array.
The war tower shook slightly. A massive amount of energy that shocked even Greem circulated through the defense system and surged wildly into this phantasmal array.
The trace of bloodline power looked like a single strand of red thread, slowly floating in the array.
For just that one instant, Greem felt like he could see through the shadows and saw thousands upon thousands of strange faces packed tightly within the floating red thread. They were old, young, or even infantile… their ages were different and their expressions were each distinct, yet all of them had a vague planar law connection with this trace of bloodline power.
The name of a powerful and mysterious spell surfaced in Greem’s mind when he saw this scene.
Bloodline Curse!
This was a top-grade spell with extreme power. It was also one of the most vicious and cruel curses in existence.
Edward VII was undoubtedly the most powerful man within the Edward Family of the knights’ plane. Countless bloodline descendants, sons, and grandsons had been born, with him as the bloodline source. If one were to include the many bastards left by the royal family in the outside world, it would be an impossibly difficult task for the adepts to completely exterminate the Edward Family’s bloodline.
But it was different now that they had the Bloodline Curse.
Moreover, they had the bloodline source, Edward VII, in their hands, as well as the Great Adept as the host of the spell coupled with the massive energy reserves of the war tower. Under Greem’s shocked gaze, the rune that the Great Adept had just sent into the array vanished into thin air. The bloodline power had acted as a catalyst for the rune.
Greem’s sharp senses could feel the deep stirring of a certain planar law the instant the rune vanished!
For some unknown reason, a slight bit of enlightenment rose in Greem’s heart!
The lives of all that possessed the Edwards royal bloodline within this plane had probably reached their end!
As expected, like an invisible needle continuously popping phantasmal bubbles, the spectral faces within the trace of bloodline power started to disappear one after another, their faces letting out agonizing cries as they vanished.
The disappearance of a face meant the death of someone in the distance!
Greem gulped uncomfortably.
Even though Greem was an adept himself and had stained his hands deeply with blood, he was still thoroughly shocked and intimidated by such a brutal way of exterminating an entire bloodline. It was as if it was no more than a game.
The Edward dynasty had been thoroughly extinguished!